Climax Control

Voice Over: DIRECT From the fabulous Riviera Hotel in the entertainment capitol of the world, Las Vegas, Nevada! It's the jewel of the desert in independant professional wrestling... it's Sin City Wrestling!

The camera's opening shot is in the famed Riviera Hotel where the fans are packed to standing room only as Sin City Wrestling returns home to Vegas! The crowd cheers and holds their signs aloft to support their favorites as they chant!

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Standing inside of the six sided ring is SCW Co-Owner, Christian Underwood who has a microphone already in hand.

Christian: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Riviera Hotel and Casino, and more specifically, welcome to Sin City Wrestling and Climax Control!

The cheers from the fans escalate.

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Christian: We have a big show for you tonight, headed up by the main event for the SCW Bombshell Championship. But tonight, I am sorry to announce that we will be starting off with a sad announcement.

The cheers start to down so that the fans might better hear and understand.

Christian: Wrestling fans from the eighties might well remember that this very location was the sight for the first all-female wrestling organization in the United States, called the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling, GLOW.

There is much applause as the memory from the Riviera Hotel is still with the fans of Las Vegas.

Christian: GLOW gave fans of women's wrestling a perfect blend of chemistry, wrestling matches, comedy as well as drama, but as each season passed, and wrestlers would come and go, one woman stood out and was there for every show, and every episode aired. Just recently, this gracious woman passed away. Her name to GLOW fans and Las Vegas wrestling fans all over ... Aunt Kitty.

There is applause from the crowd on hand.

Christian: She was the epitome of the "bad girl" manager, and one of the highlightst of her career in GLOW was her famed arm wrestling match against the mother of Sly Stallone, Jackie Stallone herself. She was loved by everyone who knew her and worked with her, both bad girls and good alike. And although she has left this world, she has not left the hearts of the fans who tuned ine very Saturday to watch the GLOW girls entertain us the world over.

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The toll of the final bell fades and the crowd applauds and cheers as they start a chant...

"Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!"

Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Climax Control. I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: and I'm Jason Adams, we have a huge show lined up for you tonight

Simone: The boy ain't lying, because tonight, former Heavyweight Champion Gabriel, teams with Despayre to take on the Aristocrats

Adams: Nick Jones will be here too, spreading his own brand of cockiness

Simone: And in tonights main event, Kittie defends the bombshell title against Raynin

Adams: Erm, I'm hearing we need to go backstage to Ms. Rocky Mountains...




Deep in the bowls of the arena, steam coming from the pipes, Ms Rocky Mountains treats carefully, looking a bit concerned as the light from the arena fades with every step into the boiler room. The cameraman follows Ms Rocky Mountains until she stops as a dark figure walks towards her. She readjusts her skirt, lifts up the microphone to her luscious lips, before looking deep into the camera lens.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Tonight sees the debut of my guest this evening, and he’s someone who’s proved a little hard to find, ladies and gentleman of Sin City Wrestling, please welcome one of the newest stars to our ever growing company, a man known as Frost.

The dark figure steps out into the dim light, his mask showing a crimson skull with the word ‘FROST’ written on his chest, his head faces the direction of Ms. Rocky Mountain who looks a little uneased by the way he tilts his head to the side.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Not many people have heard of you and tonight you’ll make your in-ring debut against ‘Primetime’ Matthew Kennedy, how are you feeling coming into Sin City Wrestling and how do you feel your match will go tonight?

Frost: Albert Einstein once said that ‘All that is valuable in human society depends upon the opportunity for development accorded the individual’. Winston Churchill was quoted in saying ‘A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.’ My debut tonight in Sin City is about my opportunity and how I take it.

He takes a step forward; Ms Rocky Mountain takes a step back with her arm extended with the microphone.

Frost: I will be facing Matthew Kennedy, he doesn’t really see me as a challenge as he looked to face a veteran or face someone with a better reputation in the SCW than myself, but unlike my opponent I do not take this challenge lightly, this is my opportunity to show the entire SCW that Frost has arrived and he’s here to leave a legacy like no other.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Care to elaborate on that?

Frost: I may not be considered a championship contender, I may not be on the same par as a lot of the main guys here, that doesn’t concern me. I’ll get my opportunity at winning gold but it is not what you win that defines you, it is what you do that matters. Sin City Wrestling may be ready for a new wrestler in Frost, but are they prepared for what Frost is about to do?

Frost glances towards the camera before brushing past Ms Rocky Mountain, heading up towards the arena, Ms Rocky Mountain shakes her head in disbelief before stepping away from the camera as it cuts back to ringside.




Backstage, The Sin of Wrath, Rage, is just arriving. His nostrils are flaring, and he has a furious look on his face, as he makes his way to the locker room of the Seven Deadly Sins. He storms inside, startling almost all of his stable mates. He walks up to Synn and addresses him.

Rage: Where is he, Synn?!

Synn looks at him, unaware of who is he talking about.

Synn: Who are you referring to?

Rage: You know damn well who I’m talking about! Where is your little boy, Sean?

Synn shrugs his shoulders, but remains calm.

Synn: I have no clue where he is at the moment, Rage. I already told the both of you at December to Dismember that I was not going to get in the middle of this, and I stand by that statement. This has to be settled between the two of you, and I am not picking sides.

Rage balls up his fists, then growls.

Rage: That’s just fine by me, but I hope you enjoy watching what I’m going to do to him, because it’s not going to be pretty. He made a BIG mistake, and he’s going to pay for it.

Rage then turns and storms out of the locker room in search of Sean Williams.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing 220 pounds, Prime Time Matthew Kennedy!

The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", as the last word is said the into to "Cult Of Personality" hits the arena speakers and Matthew Kennedy struts down to the ring. Once he reaches the ringside area, he removes his glasses and orders a ringside attendant to remove his jacket only to berate him for the slightest mistake before entering the ring. Once in the ring he bounces of the ropes as he waits for his opponent.

Simone: What is it about all of these guys from London congregating to SCW?

Adams: Maybe it's a "Hot Stuff" family reunion.

Simone: Must be considering most of them are about as arrogant as a mother...

Justin: His opponent is from the Far Reaches of Sanity, weighing 165 pounds, Lucian Frost!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

Simone: Are you sure this isn't supposed to be a Bombshell? Look at how small he is!

Adams: I guess when he went into the steam room to relax they left it on a little too long. He shrank!

Matthew shrinks back as the referee Drew Patton checks him for foreign objects, sneering in contempt at the official. Drew shakes his head and walks over to check on his opponent and the enigmatic Frost holds his arms out patiently, allowing the referee to pat him down.

Adams: I got arrested for that once in a party in New York.

Finding nothing wrong with either grappler, Drew calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs LUCIAN FROST
SINGLES MATCH

Frost and Kennedy lock up quickly as the bell rings to start the match. Kennedy takes the low road right away with a knee to the stomach, doubling over the masked man.

Simone: Matthew Kennedy is starting off right away as the aggressor.

Adams: I hope Frost didn't eat before the show. That blow might make him blow chunks everywhere.

Kennedy tosses Frost to the mat with a quick tug of the mask out of the referee’s view. Frost smacks his head hard on the canvas. The crowd unleashes boos on Kennedy, but Primetime just smirks...

Simone: I think he's actually getting off on the fans' hating him.

Adams: I hear Justin Bieber has that same issue.

Kennedy stomps away at his fallen victim. After three hard stomps, Frost catches the boot of Kennedy and trips him up with a quick leg sweep. Lucian Frost rolls to the outside of the ring apron underneath the ropes. He pulls himself to his feet and waits patiently for Matthew Kennedy.

Simone: That's the most puzzling thing about masked wrestlers. You have no idea what's going on without seeing their face.

As Kennedy staggers to his feet, Lucian Frost launches himself up to the top rope, bounces over to the top turnbuckle, and pushes himself off the top turnbuckle. He cracks “Primetime” Matthew Kennedy with a picture perfect back elbow right in the kisser.

Simone: Oh that was beautiful!

Adams: And risky! If he lost his footing.... *whistles and mimics an explosion**

Kennedy is right back up and Frost grabs him by the arm and goes for an Irish whip but the bigger Matthew reverses it. Matthew bends for a backdrop but Frost turns around and uses the move to land on his feet behind his opponent. He grabs Matthew around the waist and runs him into the ropes for a roll up but Kennedy holds on and Lucian rolls back and to his feet. Matthew rushes him and swings for a clothesline but Frost hooks his arm with his own and brings him over with an arm drag. Matthew is right back to his feet and Frost hits him with a dropkick that sends him tumbling out through the ropes and to the floor.

Adams: Man that guy is a little spitfire!

Matthew is on his feet, angry and shouting at the fans. He walks up to the barricade and gets into it verbally with an older woman before turning back around and Frost crashes right into him with a springboard senton to the floor!

Simone: And that's what happens when you let the fans distract you!

Adams: Thats the problem with those moves. They take as much out of you as they do your opponent.

Frost slowly returns to his feet and basks in the cheers that the fans are bestowing on him for his death defying arsenal of moves. He then takes Kennedy by the hair and rolls him back inside of the ring. Frost then leaps up onto the apron and uses the top rope to somersault over and lands with a thud on his opponent's sternum. Frost makes the cover.

1.....
2..... Matthew kicks out.

Frost wastes no time in following up as he sends Matthew into the corner and follows in with a running front dropkick. Matthew slowly sinks down to his backside and Frost rushes in again and crushes Kennedy with a senton with nowhere for Matthew to go. Frost grabs him by the leg and pulls him from the corner and covers him again.

1.....
2..... Matthew kicks out.

Adams: Man, Frost is going all out. He wants to end this.

Simone: Kennedy isn't making it easy for him though.

Frost has Matthew back on his feet and brings him over with a snap suplex. Frost then quickly goes up top and signals to the fans who cheer him on. He launches himself from his perch for a shooting star splash but Kennedy brings hiss knees up and Lucian Frost lands on them gut-first, knocking the wind right out of himself!

Simone: I knew Kennedy wasn't going to go down that easily! Now Frost is going to answer for all those risky moves.

Matthew sits up and looks at Frost who is bent over on the mat, grimacing in pain, and Kennedy smiles. He gets up and drags the smaller man up by his mask. Hooking one arm around frost's head and the other under his arm, he begins to bring his knee hard up into the masked man's stomach repeatedly. One final knee lift and he lets go and Frost falls back to the mat, holding his midsection tenderly.

Simone: Smart move by Matthew Kennedy, going to work on the damaged area. Mark of a real smart ring veteran.

Matthew Irish whips Frost into the ropes and catches him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker across his knee, followed up with a sledgehammer blow to the gut. He throws Frost down and covers him, hooking the leg.

1.....
2..... Frost kicks out.

Matthew is on his feet right away and he gets in Drew's face, slapping his hands together three times.

Adams: Ugh. Blaming the referee? So 1980's!

Matthew fumes and goes back to grab Frost when he's pulled into an inside cradle!

1..
2.. Matthew kicks out and 360's Frost with a decapitating clothesline! He immediately is back in Drew's face who just smiles and shrugs.

Adams: Well he did say to count faster! I guess he wasn't specific enough about against who.

Matthew quickly grabs Frost and scoops him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, then heaves the smaller man off over his head and across his bended knee in a gut buster. Matthew rolls him onto his back and covers him again.

1.....
2..... Frost kicks out.

Matthew throws him back down and covers him again.

1.....
2.....

For the third straight time, Matt pushes him back to the mat in a cover.

1.....
2..... Frost kicks out yet again.

Simone: What does the man think he's doing? Does he actually think if he does that enough Frost will stop kicking out?

Matthew aims a finger at Drew and yells at him before sinking his fingers into Frost's weakened abdominal muscles with a stomach claw. Frost's back arches in pain and he kicks his legs into the mat. He tries prying Matthew's hands from his body but Kennedy only cinches the claw hold in even tighter. Drew drops to a knee and asks if Frost wants to pack it in but the masked grappler shakes his head, refusing.

Simone: I doubt we'll see a submission but this hold is going to take the air out of Frost's sails considerably.

Matthew tires of using this hold and opts for a different tactic to end this match. He pulls Frost up and wraps him into an abdominal stretch, but from the referee's vision, he reaches and grabs the top rope for added leverage. The fans shout in warning and finally Drew turns and checks but Kennedy has let go and denies any wrong doing.

Adams: You'd think the fact the rope is shaking would be a clue.

The moment the official goes back to check on Lucian, Matthew returns to his dirty tactics and grabs the top rope again. This time Drew checks quicker and catches Matthew's hands on the ropes. Drew starts to count...

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

Matthew lets go of the rope and Frost uses the diversion to hip toss Kennedy over.

Simone: Now he has a chance. Let's see if he can follow up.

Frost gets up, holding his stomach, but Matthew bulls into him, driving him back into a corner. Matthew turns to the referee and warns him to back off, but when he turns back around, Frost leaps over him with a sunset flip!

1.....
2..... Matthew kicks out!

Matthew is up quicker than the worn down Frost and rakes his eyes, blinding him. He scoops Frost up and deposits him to the mat with a body slam. Matthew brushes off any warnings of the referee as he steps out onto the apron and he starts to climb to the top. The fans are shouting at him and he pauses to shout back...

Adams: Bad move!

This allows Lucian Frost to return to his feet. He runs up the corner, grabs Matthew and brings him crashing down with a flying armdrag!

Simone: Both men are down!

Drew starts issuing his count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...

Matthew is back up and he Irish whips Frost into the ropes but Lucian comes off with a float over DDT! Frost with the cover!

1.....
2..... Matthew kicks out!

Frost pulls him up and lifts him into an upside down position over his shoulders, belly to belly...

Simone: The smaller man showing some strength.

And Frost drops him in a kneeling belly-to-belly piledriver. He makes the cover.

1.....
2.....
3-Matthew kicks out!

Adams: Wow, I thought he had him!

Simone: So did Frost.

Lucian Irish whips Matthew into the ropes and goes for a dropkick but Kennedy holds on and Frost crashes on his tailbone. Matthew goes over and grabs Frost's legs and somersaults over him into a bridge.

1.....
2..... Frost gets his shoulder up.

Matthew grabs him and sends him hard into the corner, and charges in but Frost brings a foot up, greeting him with a kick. Kennedy turns around, holding his face, and Frost springs up onto his shoulders and takes him over with a victory roll.

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

The crowd cheers as Lucian frost jumps up, holding his arms in the air in victory!

Justin: The winner of the match ... Lucian Frost!

Matthew shoves the referee back a step and tugs at his own tights, indicating Frost cheated to beat him!

Simone: Oh quit your whining. You lost! Deal with it like a man!

Drew shakes his head with his hands held up, indicating the decision stands and Matthew turns and kicks Frost between the legs! The crowd immediately boos the action!

Adams: Oh that was low ... literally!

Matthew then grabs him by the mask and throws him out of the ring through the ropes and holds his own arms in the air with a smile, declaring himself the winner.

Simone: Well he can act like a pompous prat all he likes, but despite what he thinks, Lucian Frost won that match!




Goth can be seen sitting somewhere in a luxury hotel as the camera comes closer to him. He has a sadistic smile on his face as he shakes his head in disbelief.

Goth: Oh Gabriel, how full of anger you were last time I saw you. I mean how filled with rage and desire to prove me wrong. Challenging me to a tag team match?? With any tag team partner of my choosing?? Now I do know that I have had my fair of successes in both singles and tag team wrestling, but come on Gabriel? Do you wish me to come out there? Having a partner backing me up? Having me to drag someone elses ass along the way with me?? No... I'm here for myself Gabriel and there's nothing that anyone else here can do about it to change my mind.

Goth chuckles as he puts a glass of wine to his mouth and drinks from it

Goth: But still, i'll fight you. Yes I'll fight the two of you, gives it another extra dimension doesn't it? The allmighty Deadly sins against the Gothic One? 2 on 1 handicap match? I've done it all, so why not doing this as well? I've done double duties in the past, succesfully I may add. And what more would you ask for to have two angry... Well one angry idiot and another idiot have an advantage over a man? 1 man Gabriel, one single man in that ring. 1 man that has done it all and will continue doing it over and over and over again... Until I feel like retiring it to the rest of the world to witness.....

Goth: The question remains Gabriel, are the sins up for it???

With that the shot slowly fades to darkness as Goth accepted the challenge of the Sins




Backstage we find Rage walking through the hall towards the Deadly Sins locker room. As he turns the corner he finds a teddy bear who resembles the popular teddy Paddington Bear, but the bear has been taken apart at the seams. The head has been removed and set on the ground at the top of the body. The eyes have been removed from the head and set on the floor to the side, yet Paddington's famous yellow hat still remains on his head. On the floor beside the body there is a greeting card with a picture of a cartoonish looking bear holding a bundle of balloons trying not to fly away.

Rage picks up the card and opens it to hear the tune "Teddy Bear Picnic" playing. Inside the card reads a note written in red cursive:

"Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing them say they have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. I am down on bears and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lad no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the bear's ears off and send to the Sinners just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck. Yours truly
The Ripper"

Rage looks at the note, his eyes narrow and his head tilted slightly to the lift

Rage: Who the hell is this guy? The Ripper my ass!

Rage punches a near by wall, anger crossing his face as the scene fades out




The scene opens up to the Sin City Wrestling crowd wildly making noise. The arena is booming, excited from the festivities that have taken place so far in the show. Steven Kline is already in the ring when suddenly, the lights flicker on and off repeatedly, before the arena comes to an abrupt darkness. The titan tron lights up, revealing a scene of a starry night in a quiet desert. A crow flies down from seemingly nowhere, landing on a large rock. It caws as words appear on the screen, scrolling down in a similar fashion to that of Star Wars.

"HE'S HERE..."

A crackle of thunder of heard and lightening can be seen in the background. Funeral music is heard as the camera zooms in on the titan tron.

"THE LONG-AWAITED ARRIVAL OF THE BEAST HAS COME
HE'S INDESCRIBABLE
HE'S COME TO SCW TO CLAIM WHAT'S HIS:
HIS PAST AND HIS FUTURE..."

A huge, lone silhouette can be on the titan tron, behind the words. It is facing the crow, and the bird stands completely still.

"ALL BEWARE
HE'S RECKLESS
HE'S DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSE BUT HIMSELF
HE WILL INFLICT PAIN ON ANYONE AND ANYTHING TO GET WHAT HE WANTS
HE WON'T STOP UNTIL HE ACHIEVES THE HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE
AND EVEN THEN, HE STILL WILL NOT STOP..."

The crow is seen flying away, and the music becomes louder.

"HIS WORLD IS BLACK
HE CANNOT... WILL NOT BE STOPPED
HE IS THE MONSTER
HE IS THE MADMAN
HE IS THE PSYCHOPATH
HE IS..."

The lights suddenly begin flickering on and off again. The funeral music hits a hideous note, ceasing the music. Suddenly a huge burst of fire explodes from the top of the entrance ramp. A huge figure is seen, resembling the one that was on the screen. His face cannot be seen as the lights are still darkened.

Adams: Whoa! What's going on?

Simone: Last week, we saw a similar message on the titan tron. Is this the mystery so-called monster?

A startling voice is heard proclaiming—

"I shoot the lights
Hide till it's bright out
Whoa just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?"

A fierce growl is heard, following the unmistakeable voice of Rick Ross saying—

"Bitch I'm a monster
No-good blood sucker
Fat motherfucker
Now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungles
All you hear is rumbles
Kanye West sample
Here's one for example..."

Kanye West is heard, rapping the chorus of his familiar single "Monster". The figure's face is still not seen, but his body can be made out beginning to walk down the entrance ramp. He takes slow, heavy steps, turning his head to look at the crowd in attendance.

Adams: Now this is what I'm talking about! Look at this thing! He's an absolute monster, if you couldn't tell by the song. Which by the way, is very catchy.

"Gossip, gossip
N**** just stop it
Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert

Profit, profit
N**** I got it
Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands..."

The figure is still seen walking, now approaching the apron. The presumable man is so large that he must grab the top rope to pull himself on the apron. He stands there for a moment, before bringing his leg over the rope and entering the ring. The figure stands in the center of the ring, embracing the mixed reaction it has garnered from the crowd. Through the darkness, it is seen raising its arms high to the sky, above his head, and swiftly brings them back down. Immediately, large bursts of fire explode from all four turnbuckles, frightening most people in attendance. The lights finally reappear, revealing the large figure.

Adams: Oh my God, what the hell is that?

Simone: I don't know Jason, but whatever it is, it looks downright frightening.

The figure is seen as a huge, scary man. He has on a yellow skull mask, and is dressed in custom wrestling attire. Justin Decent has ditched the ring, obviously afraid of the man.

Justin: And introducing, standing six-foot-ten and three hundred pounds. He hails from El Paso, Texas. He is... "THE MONSTER" DAAAMMOOONN SSSSYYYYNNNNNNN!

Simone: So this is the monster that for the past two weeks has claimed to be unstoppable. I would love to see if he can back those words up against Steven Kline, a man who is looking to redeem himself after last week's tough loss.

Adams: If you ask me, SCW needs a true monster.

The man now known as Damon Synn stands still in the middle of the ring, gaining boos from the crowd. He retreats to a corner, his face unseen behind his mask. The arena has an orange-ish red hue from the fire. And then the show takes a commercial break.

Vs "THE MONSTER" DAMON SYNN
SINGLES MATCH

At the sound of the bell, Damon takes the immediate advantage on his smaller opponent, bulling him back in to the corner and hitting him with rapid shots to the head and body. Steven fights back with a couple of punches of his own but Damon cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Damon brings Kline out of the corner and lifts him up off of his feet with a double handed choke and throws him to the mat! Damon stomps on Kline then drags him up to his feet, whipping him in to the ropes and lifting him over his shoulders, but Kline lands on his feet behind Damon and quickly grabs him down in a roll up pin.

1... Damon powers out!

Adams: Nearly a quick win for Steven Kline

Simone: Gonna take more then that to beat Damon

Both men spring up and Kline hits Damon with a drop kick, knocking him back against the ropes but not off of his feet. Kline jumps on him using elbows to the side of the head and fist to the face. Damon pushes him off but Kline runs at him, jumping in the air and grabbing his opponent's head, attempting a standing tornado DDT but Damon tosses his smaller opponent off and over the top rope.

Adams: What power!

Simone: This guy is a monster!

The fans look on in awe as Damon climbs through the ropes and gets out of the ring, to see Steven Kline laying against the barrier. Damon kicks Kline in the ribs before picking him up and using his power to lift Kline above his head and dropping him chest first across the security railing. Kline bounces back up, holding his chest but Damon slams his head in to the security barrier, as referee Drew Patton tells both men to return to the ring. He grabs Kline by the arm and whips him towards the post. Steven Kline reverses it, slamming Damon in to the ring post. The referee finally gives up and gets in the ring to start his count as both men lay outside the ring, breathing hard.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...Steven Kline slides in the ring as does Damon.

Adams: Both men nearly counted out. This match could have ended prematurely.

Both men are on their feet in the ring. Kline grabs Damon in a headlock, but the big man lifts Kline up and hits him with a back suplex. Damon returns to his feet and drags Kline with him and plants him down with a bearhug slam, shaking the ring. Damon with the cover.

1.....
2.....Steven kicks out.

Simone: Kline needs to do something and fast if he wants any chance of walking away the winner.

Damon starts to pull Steven up but Steven grabs him by the head and drops to his backside, planting his head into Damon's jaw in a sitout jawbreaker.

Adams: Like that?

Simone: Works for me, but can he follow up?

Steven quickly goes up top and as Damon turns around, Kline leaps but Damon grabs him by the throat and hits a chokeslam from hell!

Simone: He calls that Six Feet Under!

Damon covers Steven and hooks the leg.

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

Justin: The winner of the match ... Damon Synn!

Adams: Notice how Justin wouldn't get in the ring to announce that?

Simone: Well can you blame him?

Back in the ring, Damon grabs the defeated Steven and this time nails a brutal powerbomb! Drew tries to get him to ease up but Damon threatens him and the official quickly backs away. Damon grabs Steven and throws him out of the ring and closes his eyes and rubs his temples.

Adams: No, no I can't.




We come across Gabriel who is just leaving the Sins locker room only to almost trip over something outside the door...

Gabriel: Son of a... people need to pick up their...

Gabriel looks down to find the body of a teddy bear, this time looking like Teddy Ruxpin. While the bear still wears Ruxpin's shirt, both of it's arms and legs have been removed and set neatly beside the bears body. Once again the bear's head has been removed and set aside and the eyes removed from the head, though Teddy Ruxpin has also had his ears removed, but they are nowhere to be seen. Just like with the last case, beside the remains of the bear on the floor lies an envelope, this time thicker than the last. Gabriel picks up the letter, opening it to find a card, this time of a bear stomping in mud puddles in the rain. He opens the envelope and two brown bits of fabric that once were Teddy Ruxpin's ears fall to the floor and the electronic strains of "Teddy Bear's Picnic" can once again be heard. The camera zooms in on the card itself to find a note, written in the same red cursive as the last:

"I was not codding dear old Boss when I gave you the tip, you'll hear about Saucy Jacky's work tomorrow double event this time number one squealed a bit couldn't finish straight off. Barely had the time to get ears off for you Sinners, thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.

The Ripper"

Gabriel stands peering down at the letter

Gabriel: People call Despy crazy... we may have a problem here.

Gabriel quickly turns back towards the dressing room as the scene fades




The scene fades in backstage to the locker room area, where the #1 Contender to the SCW Championship, Nick Jones, is seen just finished getting ready for his match tonight against Matt Ward. Just as Nick finishes lacing up his boots, he looks up at the camera with the ever-present cocky smirked on his face.

Nick: Oh SCW... so many of you keep repeating the same things over and over, but your actions all say something so different. I'm still not sure who it is you are trying to convince. Me? Good luck with that. The fans? Perhaps, they might just be stupid enough to believe you.

Boos from the fans inside of the arena can be heard as Nick chuckles to himself.

Nick: But most of all, part of me suspects you're all just trying to convince yourselves. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. You guys keep saying you're not trying to ride our coattails, while others talk about how I'm nobody to be worried about. Yet here we are, another week goes by and all of the evidence suggests otherwise. Spike and Jordan have hit an all new low. Those two are still trying to live off of the success of me and Mark, using the name of the old stable the two of us made into the unstoppable group that it became. Hate to break it to you old-timers, it's only a matter of time before everyone realizes, without me and Mark, that name is empty and meaningless, and it won't go anywhere when lead by a couple of career losers.

Nick takes a seat on the bench and starts to tape his wrists. He continues on talking, without even looking at the camera any longer.

Nick: And how can we forget about Matty Ward and his little buddy JT Underwood. JT knows his title reign is coming to an end the second he steps into the ring with me, and because of that he's making excuses for not being around. The guy talks tough, but he's too scared to even show up in the arena. So what does he do? He has his "mentor" come and jump me from behind, because he knows neither of them could do anything to me face to face, and JT was too scared to even try to jump me himself. Meanwhile, Matt's been trying to make a living off of his cousin for his entire career, and after repeating failing to show he could live up to his cousin's name, now's he trying to make a name by hitting me with one move from behind while I was too busy taking on three different opponents all by myself. Bad news Matty, now you've got to step in the ring with me face to face, and needless to say, it's not going to end so well for you.

Nick finishes wrapping up his wrists and looks up, the smirk on his face growing even wider.

Nick: This is just the beginning for all of you guys. You keep trying to make your names off of the biggest superstar in this company, but one by one it will come back to bite you in the ass, starting tonight. First I'm going to remind Matt why he was retired to begin with, and then I'm going to take his little friend's title from him. Meanwhile, me and Mark will be sure to take some time to remind Spike and Jordan why they are nothing without us. You boys can all talk all you want about what you really are, and how none of you are scared of me, that none of you need me to prove your worth, but I'm not buying it, and now all you've done is work yourselves into a lineup of who I'm going to walk over on my way to utter domination of the SCW. For the rest of you not named Matt, just consider yourselves lucky tonight, but your luck will only last for so long.

Nick chuckles to himself and gets up and walks out of the camera shot as the scene fades.



Justin: The following contest is a bombshell match. Introducing first, she hails from Philadelphia, pennsylvania, currently residing in Los Angeles, California! She weighs 140 pounds ... Brooklyn Carter!

HEEEELLLLOOOOO BROOOOOKKKLLLYYYNNNNN blasts through the speakers, the crowd jump to their feet as the arena grows dark. The lights flicker on and off as Brooklyn slowly makes her way from behind the curtain toward the ramp.Brooklyn plays the crowd for a couple minutes before making her way down the ramp. Brooklyn makes her way further down the ramp and slides in the ring

Justin: And her opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 130 pounds, she is a former SCW Bombshell champion -- Misty!

The lights in the arena go out. Several seconds pass, then the beginning to “What You Want” by Evanescence starts to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the beat of the music, when Misty appears from backstage. She looks around the crowd, feeding off of their energy. She makes her way to the ring, slowly at first, then goes at a full run. She slides in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, she jumps onto the corner turnbuckle, pumping her arms to excite the crowd. Once she has their attention, she jumps down and waits for the bell

Vs
BOMBSHELL MATCH

DING-DING-DING

Misty and Brooklyn lock up, Misty forcing Brooklyn back against the ropes, but Brooklyn spins Misty around and hits Misty in the head with a forearm. Brooklyn takes Misty by the head and runs her in to the turnbuckle, slamming her face against the top right hand corner of the six sided ring. Brooklyn lays Misty in the corner and slams a back elbow across Misty's jaw. Misty stumbles forward and Brooklyn grabs Misty by the head and charges out, dropping her to the canvas with a flying bulldog. Brooklyn stands up quickly and stands next to Misty, spinning around and drop a spinning leg drop across the former bombshell champions neck. Brooklyn drops down for the cover

1..
2...

Misty powers up

Simone: Hello! Former bombshell champion there

Both women quickly get to their feet and Misty ducks under a Brooklyn right hand and gets round her back, hooking her in a sleeper hold and dropping straight down. Misty looks down on her fallen opponent, then outside the ring, her eyes narrowing.

Simone: What is she look at?

Adams: I don't know, the popcorn dude maybe?

Misty turns back to Brooklyn in the ring and lifts her up to her feet. Misty takes Brooklyn by the head and pulls her closer to the ropes. Misty jumps up of the middle rope and springs off, nailing Brooklyn with a springboard tornado DDT. Brooklyn hits the mat hard and rolls away from her opponent. Misty continues the attack and stomps on Brooklyn's back. Misty reaches down to Brooklyn's head and pulls her to her knees, but Brooklyn sweeps away Misty's legs, forcing Misty to land flat on her back. Brooklyn takes Misty's legs and lifts them up, dropping a double leg drop to Misty's gut.

Simone: Innovative from Brooklyn

Brooklyn jumps up and lifts Misty up by the head and gets behind her. Brooklyn bends Misty over and puts her arm between her own legs and lifts Misty up and nails her with a pump handle slam! The fans cheer as Brooklyn moves towards the turnbuckle. Brooklyn starts to climb and gets on to the top rope. Brooklyn spins around in one fluid movement, her back now to the ring and leaps off with a moonsault, crushing Misty! Brooklyn stays on top for the cover

1...
2...

Misty kicks up!

Simone: I thought Brooklyn was gonna take this one

Adams: Take it where?

Misty rolls to the outside, and Brooklyn walks towards the ropes, but Misty sweeps her legs, dropping her on her back inside the ring. Misty quickly gets back on the ring apron. She clasps the top rope and jumps over the top, landing on Brooklyn with an elbow to the chest! Brooklyn rolls over and gets on her knees holding her chest, but Misty quickly springs to her feet. She measures Brooklyn and nails her with a running enziguri, right to the side of Brooklyn's head! Misty drops down for the pin.

1...
2...

Brooklyn kicks out

Simone: Now that was close

Adams: End to end match here with these two hotties

Brooklyn tries to scramble to her feet, but Misty pulls her up and whips Brooklyn in to the corner and runs at her. Misty jumps in the air and nails Brooklyn with a monkey flip, sending her flying across the ring. Misty strolls over to Brooklyn and quickly pulls her up to her feet, chopping her across the chest. Brooklyn stumbles back in to the ropes and holds the top rope. Misty runs at Brooklyn, but Brooklyn ducks and lifts the former bombshell champion over her shoulder and over the top rope. Misty grabs hold of the top rope and lands on the apron. As Brooklyn turns around, Misty grabs her by the end and drops down, clotheslining Brooklyn on the top rope. Brooklyn stumbles back and Misty gets on the apron again, jumping over the top rope, landing on Brooklyn's shoulders from behind. Misty spins around Brooklyn's shoulder and goes for a hurricanruna, but Brooklyn drops Misty with a huge powerbomb!

Simone: Wow!

Adams: Great reversal!

Misty lays on the canvas, breathing heavy, as does Brooklyn. Both women start to move to their stomach and slowly on to their knees. Both women return to their feet at the same time, but before Misty can strike, Brooklyn jumps and nails Misty with a flying head scissiors, sending Misty flying across the ring. Misty quickly springs to her feet but Brooklyn jumps up and nails her with a second flying head scissiors. As Misty and Brooklyn get to their feet, Brooklyn hooks Misty up and nails her with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Misty crashes hard against the mat and Brooklyn gets to her feet. She pulls Misty up and lifts her up with a hard scoop slam! Brooklyn walk towards the corner and climbs to the top rope. She looks at Misty on the floor and dives off the rope, attempting a five star frog splash, but Misty rolls out of the way at the last second.

Adams: Flat boobie time!

Misty covers Brooklyn and Drew Patton drops down to count

1...
2...

Brooklyn throws a shoulder up at two and a half

Simone: Brooklyn nearly hung herself there

Adams: Are you feeling ok? I don't see no noose

Misty stands up and looks at the entrance ramp, her eyes wide and a curious look covering her face. Misty tilts her head and starts to yell towards the entrance ramp, the fans looking in the same direction as Misty but seeing nothing.

Simone: What it going through Misty's mind?

Adams: I don't have a clue

Brooklyn sneeks up behind Misty and hits her in the back of the head, forcing Misty in to the corner. Misty turns around and Brooklyn nails her with a shot to the back of the head. Brooklyn lifts Misty on to the top rope and starts to climb. Brooklyn stands Misty up on the top rope and wraps her arms around Misty's neck, getting ready for a superplex, but Misty catches Brooklyn in the jaw with an elbow. The ropes begin to shake and both Misty and Brooklyn falll from the top rope, both landing outside the ring.

Simone: Holy hell, both ladies just fell from the top rope to the outside of the ring

Drew Patton looks over the top rope at the fallen ladies and starts to count.

1
2
3

Both Misty and Brooklyn lay motionless

4
5
6

Brooklyn raises an arm, reaching out for the ring apron

Adams: These hotties need to be quicker getting to their feet

7
8
9

Both Misty and Brooklyn get to their knees

10!

The referee calls for the bell

Justin: As a result of a double count out, the referee has decided that this match be ruled a draw!

Simone: Both have been counted out!

Adams: That was one hell of a fall from the top rope. I'm surprised these two are even on their feet right now




And finally we come upon Despyre and Angel the bear who happen upon the third victim...

They find a bear the same design as Angel, though this poor bear has been completely deconstructed. Not only the head and eyes removed as the others were, the arms and legs have been taken off at the seams just as the last victim had too, but also this bear has been taken completely in half where the front and back meet on either side, with the front and back laid out beside one another, the stuffing from inside set beside those and all of the remaining parts laid meticulously around in approximation to where they originally went on the bear. Just as with the others they find a card, but when opened they discover that the front, originally an cartoon of teddy bears at a picnic has been blackened and charred. When opened the card still plays "Teddy Bear's Picnic", but instead of the original greeting card electronic version played by the others, this version is slower and more somber, a dark perversion of the light-hearted tune. Inside again as with the others written in red cursive:

"From hell

Mr Desp
Ang
I send you wat is the Bare I took from one prasarved it for you tother piece I took and cut it was very nise. I may send you the bloody knif that took it out if you only wate a whil longer

signed
Catch me when you Can Mishter desP.

PS.
It's spelled Despair, moron."

Despayre holds Angel up to the letter, giving the bear chance to read. Despayre looks at Angel

Despayre: I don't know anyone by that name, but this looks like a job for detective Angel!

Despayre wanders off camera, clutching in his hands the latest clue. In the background of the shot, the shadow of a man is seen, just watching Despayre as he wanders out of sight




The camera comes up backstage, in a makeshift 'lounge', where someone swiped furniture from more cooped-up places in the building and made a small "Living Room. Pussy Willow, intrepid SCW reporter, is just on the left of the frame, In the middle, on two comfortable chairs, around a low table, Kittie and... someone new are chatting.] [Kittie has the Bombshell title belt in a pack & play crib... and there's another belt in there. It's the World TV Title. The man she's chatting with is Bad A$$ Championship Wrestling’s own Gaetan LaValle.

PW signals the cameraman to say 'just zoom in'. They seem to be showing pictures to eachother on their respective cell phones.

Gaetan: And this is from Switzerland... and here's Bermuda... and here's is from Paris, where I gave it up this last year."

Kittie: You gave it UP?!

Gaetan: Well, I HAD to... it had gotten old enough, and it was time to let go.

From the sound of it, he’s talking about the spurious "European Championship Title" that he retired last year because nobody ever called him out for it.

Kittie: They get old so fast!

Gaetan: C'est vrai!"

Kittie: Vrai'.

Kittie smiles as she looks over at the two belts in the crib. She giggles and then looks back to Gaetan’s picture. She raises a finger in the air before using it to scroll through her pictures.

Kittie: Oh, this one is me bringing her home from Los Angeles. The wheelchair wasn’t necessary, but I thought it would make a cute picture for her baby book! Ugh, so cute!

The camera zooms in- GL's camera shows him first recieving the TV Title by forfeit, over a year ago.

Gaetan: This is when THAT little beauty first came to me...

Kittie: It was an accident? Mine was planned…

Gaetan: Ouay, but that doesn't mean I love it any less.

Kittie: Awww. A parent never does…

Gaetan: And here's me getting beat up for it by Chris Champion...(scroll)... and again...(scroll)… and some more...

Kittie: Whoa. Why do you keep those?

Gaetan: To remind me never to do that again. And... that I still have it, despite THIS.

Holds the phone up to show Kittie.

Kittie: DUDE.

Pussy Willow has heard enough.

Pussy: Pussy Willow here with NWA TV Champ Gaetan LaValle, here in preparation for SCW's hosting WRESTLE CLASSIC!

Kittie: Kittie: Shh! The baby is sleeping…

Pussy Willow looks over to the belts laying in the portable play pen, and she nods her head, a smirk on her face as she plays along.

Pussy: Okay... Gaetan, what do you think of SCW?

Gaetan: Thank you, Miss... Willeoux?

Pussy: Willow. Pussy Willow.

Gaetan looks, dumbstruck, over at Kittie, who shrugs in a "yeah." way.

LaValle (under his breath): Je suis coincé dans un film de James Bond…

Pussy: Pardon?

LaValle: Nothing, nothing... I've told the whole NWA what I've seen here, and nobody is as serious about spotting talent charging up... usually because it seems to charge at me. Like.. M'meselle Kittie and all the Bombshells... Spike Staggs- now, I believe, #2-ranked for this very Television Title [nods toward it.] ...JT Underwood et Blade Alexander... and…

He's interrupted by the Aristocrats, hoving into view.

Scanlon: BIG STEEEEEEVE~!

With this, he spikes his old AW/GLWA Evolution Title belt into the Pack & Play like a football- he's held onto the defunct title belt for years, to prove a point- and takes a knee like Tebow. Scanlon interrupts, loudly.

Scanlon:Kittie: SCANLON!

Scanlon doesn’t realize Kittie is angry, so he raises his voice further, causing her to grumble at him.

Scanlon:: That's right- OW! Hey!

Kittie tears into Scanlon, completely interrupting LaValle's jumping up for what he thought was time-to-defend-yourself. Scanlon half-covers up as Kittie starts in on him. Hangman, off to the side, looks slightly amused, He's sure not helping Steve... She pinches his sides, and smacks the side of his head.

Kittie: What, d’they call you "Big" Steve 'cause "Fat" Steve won't work on the shirts, you stumpy jerk?! My baby hasn’t slept in two days, and you come in here shouting when nobody CARES! I should punt you in your testicles so hard, they pop out of your mouth like nerf darts!

Kittie smacks him across the back of his head, backing him slowly toward the door as he tries to protest. She is in her own world as she continues on.

Scanlon: Ow! Ow! Not the face, Not the…

Kittie: Oh, and why the hell not? Hm? Hm?

Scanlon: Coz I’m too damn pretty, that’s wuh!

As Kittie wrangles him closer to the door, she stops smacking him in the face, shove-kicks Scanlon out of the room.

Kittie: No- stay the FUCK out of here and away from my precious child! You understand me?

They’re out in the hall, now. Hangman death-glares at LaValle, then decides the 'interview ambush' is over- at least until he can get his partner back- shakes his head in a 'this is ridiculous' way, and follows the Kittie and Scanlon Show out into the hall.

LaValle (Still figuring out what the hell just happened) : ...and "Hawkman" Hangkins, of course....

Pussy: (trying to steer this back on course): Well, I'm sure we all wish you the best in your fourth match against former World Champion Chris Fury!

LaValle (distractedly looking down the hallway at the unfolding carnage- Kittie just found the Craft Services table- a bunch of fun throwables...): ...Thank you?

There’s a protesting “okay! Okay!” from down the hall. Kittie returns, slams the door shut closed, and- as if nothing odd had happened and no one else were in the room besides LaValle and their “children” pulls her phone back out and scrolls through the pictures again. Her mood switches with the drop of a pin, and she smiles once more, bringing the phone to LaValle’s sight once more.

Kittie: Now stay the FUCK out of here and away from my precious child! You understand me?

She shove-kicks Scanlon out of the room, then slams it closed as a loud “UMPH!” sound is heard from outside of the room. As if no one else were in the room besides LaValle and their “children”, she pulls her phone back out and scrolls through the pictures again. Her mood switches with the drop of a pin, and she smiles once more, bringing the phone to LaValle’s sight once more.

Kittie: Oh, and this one is when I realized I had a child. I didn’t even realize I had a baby until I woke up to hear it crying. Isn’t that weird? I sure am glad I stopped taking those medications. I think they were making me a real bitch…

LaValle’s grinning, but now looks like he’s halfway between being forced to look at old vacation slides, and being held hostage. PW wisely makes herself scarce.

Pussy: Back to you, at ringside!




"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
So come on!

Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
So come on!

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Synn then takes both men and escorts them to center ring where the lights dim down. He then sets foot in front of them and points right at the pair and an explosion of red pyros go off.

Justin Decent: Now in the ring, accompanied by Synn and Angel, the team of Gabriel and Despayre…

SINFUL OBSESSION!!!

Synn then brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match.

“In it for the Money” starts to play, as some guys harmonize on vocals. Nobody’s coming out, yet

“ …we’re in it for the money. We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the money! We’re in it for the money!
We’re in it for the money! We’re in it for the money!
WE’RE IN IT FOR THE MONEY!”

And as the drums kick in the song continues, rocking out, as Steve Scanlon comes out through the entrance, winding up and punching the air like they’ve already won. He’s holding a cardboard cup of coffee in one hand, and his ‘medically necessary’ carpal tunnel wristband on the other. And he’s in no hurry to get to the ring, taking his own sweet time getting there, sometimes stopping to jaw it out with a fan, or take a slug off his drink. About a second after Scanlon comes through the curtain, Hangman storms through. He’s not going quickly, either, but more like “the slow, crushing inevitability of death” than “guy slacking off from work”, like Steve is. He strides toward the ring, paying absolutely no attention to anyone in the arena who isn’t his teammate or his intended victims. Scanlon and Hawkins proceed down the aisle. A kid on the aisle seat is yelling at Scanlon.

Kid: I’m not scared of you.

Scanlon (annoyed): Not yet. Give us a break, we just got here.

By now, the brass section on their song has kicked in, as they get to the ring. Scanlon leaves his coffee cup on the edge of the announcer’s table, climbs the ring steps, and insists that the ref pull the ropes apart to “let him in”. He then hops, fists over his head, doing "#1!" gestures and pointing at the crowd- again as if they'd already won and this is just a formality. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Hangman (from the ground) grabs the ropes and slingshots himself in, as smoothly as if he’s been doing it his whole life, which he has. With the head start Scanlon got, they arrive at about the same time. He looms around the ring, his coiled menace counterpointing Scanlon's high-energy mischegoss. Hawkins offers the opposition a grave-cold, dangerous glare, as he rounds back toward his corner.

Justin Decent: Now entering the ring, at a combined weight of FIVE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN POUNDS, the tag team combination of “Big” Steve Scanlon, and Chett “Hangman” Hawkins…

THE ARISTOCRATS!!!

And, as he says this, in the middle of the ring, in unison, Hawkins and Scanlon do a little “Cha-cha” hand gesture toward the match-camera. Hangman, a little more ‘because I’m supposed to’ than Scanlon, but he’s there nonetheless.

Vs
TAG TEAM MATCH

DING-DING-DING

Hawkins and Scanlon do rock-paper-scissors to determine who starts for them. Hawkins wins and Scanlon climbs out of the ring. Hawkins turns around and steps into a calf kick from Despayre. Hawkins falls to the mat where Despayre quickly follows up with a standing moonsault. Despayre gets back to his feet and runs across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes. Hawkins is quickly back to his feet to meet Despayre on his return. Hawkins swings with a wild clothesline that Despayre ducks under. Despayre jumps off of the second rope, catching Hawkins around the head, and brings the bigger man down to the mat with a springboard tornado DDT. Hawkins is laid out in the center of the ring as Despayre tags in Gabriel.

Simone: Former heavyweight champion in the ring

Gabriel gets right to work on Hawkins with a running leg drop. Gabriel grabs Hawkins by the legs and attempts to roll him over into a Boston Crab. Hawkins uses his strength to push Gabriel off of him. Hawkins is up to his knees when Gabriel comes back at him. Gabriel hits Hawkins with a right hand. Hawkins comes back with a right hand of his own. Gabriel hits Hawkins with another right hand. Hawkins comes back with another powerful right hand that sends Gabriel staggering back a step. This gives Hawkins an opportunity to get back to his feet. Hawkins delivers a couple more right hands until Gabriel is against the ropes. Hawkins whips him across the ring and meets Gabriel with a flapjack. As Gabriel comes down, Hawkins hits him with a stiff European Uppercut. Gabriel goes down hard. Hawkins makes the cover.

1…
2… Despayre comes flying in to break up the pin!

As the referee is distracted with Despayre, Scanlon climbs into the ring, clapping loudly to signal a tag. Hawkins rolls out of the ring as the referee turns his attention back to the ring. Scanlon drops a knee to Gabriel’s shoulder. Gabriel rolls away but Scanlon holds him down and delivers another knee to his shoulder. Scanlon gets to his feet and works the crowd.

Adams: I don't think people like this guy

Gabriel crawls to the corner and starts pulling himself to his feet. Scanlon turns his attention back to Gabriel and runs at him. Gabriel moves out of the way sending Scanlon crashing into the turnbuckle. Gabriel rolls him up.

1…
2…. Scanlon kicks out!

Simone: Easy kick out

Scanlon is quickly back to his feet. Gabriel gets back to his feet a moment later. Scanlon runs at Gabriel but Gabriel jumps over him. Scanlon bounces off of the ropes and comes back towards Gabriel with a clothesline. Gabriel ducks and brings Scanlon down with an Edge-o-matic. Gabriel hooks Scanlon’s leg.

1…
2… Scanlon uses his other leg to kick Gabriel in the head.

Scanlon quickly crawls to his corner tagging in Hawkins. Gabriel gets to his feet just in time to turn and be met with a kick to the gut. Hawkins hooks Gabriel and lifts him with a suplex but instead of taking him all the way over, he drops Gabriel face first to the mat with a front suplex. Hawkins lays a boot to Gabriel before pulling him to his feet. Hawkins then grabs Gabriel and lifts him into the air with a gorilla press. Hawkins begins to press Gabriel into the air repeatedly. After about eight times, Hawkins sends Gabriel flying into the air, landing flat on the mat. Gabriel rolls around in agony until Hawkins once again pulls him to his feet. Hawkins whips Gabriel into the corner and runs at him full speed sandwiching him with a big splash. Gabriel stumbles out of the corner where Hawkins grabs him around the throat and drops him to the mat with a choke slam, The Gallows. Hawkins holds him down for the pin.

1…
2…
3… NO!!! Despayre flies in to break up the pin!

Simone: Despayre saved his partner from certain defeat there.

Hawkins gets to his feet and turns his attention to Despayre. Hawkins catches Despayre with a knee to the gut as he’s climbing back onto the apron. Hawkins then pulls Despayre back into the ring and tosses him into the corner. Hawkins delivers a right hand to the ribs of Despayre followed up with an elbow to the jaw. Despayre is dazed in the corner. Hawkins turns away from Despayre into a dropkick from Gabriel. Hawkins stumbles backwards into a Zig Zag from Despayre. Gabriel with the pin.

1…
2… Hawkins grabs the bottom rope!

Despayre climbs back out of the ring only long enough to Gabriel to tag him into the match. Despayre drags Hawkins into middle of the ring and attempts to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf. Hawkins struggles to prevent the hold from being locked in and uses his legs to push Despayre away. Despayre stumbles into the corner where Scanlon is. Scanlon lifts a knee into Despayre’s back. The referee questions Scanlon who holds his hands up claiming innocence. Hawkins tags in Scanlon and they whip Despayre into the ropes. They attempt a double clothesline but Despayre ducks under it. Despayre rebounds off of the ropes on the opposite side and comes back at the Aristocrats with a double clothesline of his own, knocking both men to the mat.

Adams: Despayre taking down both Aristocrats

Hawkins rolls out of the ring. Despayre drags Scanlon over to his corner and tags in Gabriel. Gabriel hops onto the top rope, coming off with a springboard leg drop onto Scanlon. Gabriel pulls Scanlon to his feet and attempts to whip him into the ropes. Scanlon reverses, sending Gabriel to the ropes. Gabriel holds onto the ropes and Scanlon runs at him being met with an elbow for his troubles. Gabriel notices Hawkins coming at him from the apron and meets him with a right hand that sends him down to the floor. Before Gabriel can turn back towards the ring, Scanlon hits him with a forearm across the back. Gabriel is leaning on the top rope as Scanlon lifts him by his legs and kicks him in the mid-section. Gabriel goes down to the mat. Scanlon stands on Gabriel with one foot to hold him down as he tags in Hawkins. Hawkins comes in and starts hitting Gabriel with rapid forearm shots to the back. Hawkins rolls him over and attempts a pin.

1…
2… Gabriel kicks out!

Simone: Gabriel spending more time on his back then a two dollar hooker

Hawkins pulls Gabriel to his feet. Gabriel starts fighting back with fists to Hawkins’ mid-section. Hawkins is being backed into the corner where Despayre is reaching out for the tag. Before the tag can be made, Hawkins grabs Gabriel by his hair, pulling him down to the mat. Hawkins drags Gabriel back into his own corner and tags in Scanlon. Scanlon climbs into the ring and locks Gabriel into a sleeper hold. Gabriel struggles to get out of the hold. Despayre is pounding on the turnbuckle and the crowd starts cheering Gabriel on. Gabriel slowly battles his way to his feet. Scanlon continues to keep the hold locked in until Gabriel back him into the corner. Gabriel hits Scanlon with an elbow and attempts to get to his partner. Scanlon pulls Gabriel to the mat by his hair again. Scanlon goes for the pin.

1…
2… Gabriel kicks out!

Scanlon pulls Gabriel to his feet and locks in a front face lock. Scanlon backs towards his own corner where Hawkins tags himself in. Hawkins climbs into the ring and hits Gabriel with a firm right hand to the ribs. Gabriel drops to his knees. Hawkins pulls him back to his feet only to drop him back down again with a Russian leg sweep. Hawkins attempts a pin.

1…
2… Gabriel kicks out!

Simone: Hawkins in complete control

Hawkins pulls Gabriel back to his feet but Gabriel pushes him away and attempts to get to Despayre again. Once again, Hawkins cuts the ring in half and locks Gabriel in a front face lock. Gabriel continues to struggle towards his corner. Hawkins turns his body slightly and kicks Despayre’s outstretched hand away. Gabriel is able to muster the strength to lifts Hawkins and drop him with a backdrop suplex. Gabriel reached out to Despayre and makes the tag.

Despayre comes into the ring on fire. Hawkins gets to his feet only to be dropped with a clothesline. Hawkins is quickly back to his feet again and, once again, gets dropped with a clothesline from Despayre. Despayre knocks Scanlon to the floor with a dropkick. Hawkins is getting back to his feet as Despayre turns back to him. Despayre scoops him up and drops him to the mat head first with the Northern Lights Bomb that he calls Lobotomy. Here’s the pin!

1…
2…
3!!!

Justin: The winners of the match ... SINFUL OBSESSION!

Simone: Despayre gets the win!

Adams: Out of nowhere

Simone: The Aristocrats impressed tonight, but just fell short




The whole arena goes completely black. The lights stay out for almost a minute then Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven starts to play, as red lights and gray smoke fill the entrance. A few seconds into the music Rage appears from behind backstage and stands at the top of the ramp with his tag team championship belt draped over his shoulder. He stands there for a minute, listening to the crowd, then starts heading to the ring. He walks to the ring slowly, and with a sadistic look in his eyes. Once he gets to the ring, he steps over the top rope, then signals for a microphone, which he is handed without hesitation. He stands in the center of the ring as his music dies down and the crowd waits for him to speak.

Rage: Last week a little pipsqueak decided to grow some balls and attacked me using my own tag team championship belt. But, I gotta give him props, as he did what I've been practically begging Blade Alexander to do for the past two months!

He lowers the mic for just a second, then adjusts the tag title over his shoulder.

Rage: I'm in a bit of a tough situation now, as any decision I make can directly affect Synn due to his relationship with Sean Williams. Most people would probably tell me that I should just leave Sean alone to keep the peace with Synn. But Synn has made it perfectly clear that he is not going to get involved, so that just makes it all the easier for me to decide how to best handle the situation with Sean. I'm not going to let that attack slide.

Rage's face then turns beat red as he grows angrier.

Rage: I don't care who the hell you are. If you mess with me or even DARE attack me, you're gonna pay. I'm not someone you wanna piss off, and Sean...YOU'VE PISSED ME OFF!

He holds his tag title belt out in front of him, then looks toward the backstage entrance.

Rage: You think you're worthy of being a tag team champion? You want to hold this gold? I've got news for you. You're gonna have to get through not only me, but my dumbass daredevil partner, Jamie Staggs. I don't give a rat's ass who your partner is. You have to beat a complete idiot who doesn't care what he does to his body or his opponents to get what he wants, and then you have me. A sadistic monster with a lot of pent up anger, who now has his sights set on paralyzing YOU!

He places the belt back over his shoulder then raises the mic to his mouth one last time.

Rage: I hope you're ready Sean. You have a severe beating coming your way, so if you even want to make it to next week, I suggest you go into hiding. But even that won't help you, because sooner or later, I WILL find you and I WILL break as many bones in your body as I see fit. Watch your back.

He throws the mic down then leaves the ring, heading to the back with a determined, yet evil look in his eyes.




The scene comes back in just outside of the Bombshell's locker room. Raynin, Darknyss, and the mystery woman are all walking down the hallway towards the door, carrying their bags with their gear. when Raynin is stopped by one of the stage hands. She motions for the others to keep going, and she turns back to the stagehand.

"What's up Barry?"

The stagehand holds out an envelope to her.

"This came for you."

Raynin looks down at the package confused.

"Really? Thanks Barry... But I wonder why it was sent here and not straight to my house..."

The stagehand shrugs and walks off as Raynin adjusts her bag on her shoulder and rips open the envelope. She frowns slightly as she reaches in the envelope and pulls out a bunch of photographs. They're pictures of her over the past week after she'd returned home from Mexico. They range from her asleep in bed, to brushing her teeth in her bathroom, to her out in the desert, training with her friends. The last photo she pulls out is a polaroid of her as she's walking through the hallways towards the Bombshell's lockerroom. She gasps and looks around.

"What the hell??!!"

She unfolds the paper that is with the photos, and she reads...

"No se puede escapar. Estamos en todas partes!"

She reads it in English.

"You can't escape. We're everywhere??!!"

She looks around again, then walks into the Bombshell's lockerroom, and puts down her bag, then walks through to where the stalls are at. She slips inside of one and sits down on the toilet, rubbing her face to and mumbling to herself.

"Come on Chica!! Get a grip!! It's just mind games!! You've got one of the biggest matchees of your LIFE ahead of you!! Don't let this crazy old lady jack up your chances at winning the Bombshell Championship!!"

She sighs and pulls off some tissue and blows her nose and drops it in the toilet and flushes before she opens the door to the stall. She takes a step out of the stall, looks in the mirror across from her, and shrieks as she sees the toothless man from the desert standing behind her with his arms out as if to grab her and drag her back into the stall. She dives out of the toilet stall and onto the ground and starts to scoot backward on her butt away from the stall, looking at it as if she were being hunted by the Devil himself! Darknyss and the mystery woman come flying into the stalls and finds Raynin, curled up under the sinks, her arm wrapped around one of the pipes, and she's kicking out with her feet and pointing at the stall, her eyes closed.

"He's here!! He's here!! Don't let him get me!!!"

Darknyss looks at the stall and it's empty and she looks down at Raynin confused.

"Who's here?"

Raynin won't even look up, just keeps kicking at the stall door as she shrieks into the crook of her arm.

"He's here!! He's here!! The guy from the desert!!"

Darknyss squats down near her and tries to take a hold of her arms and legs, but Raynin's flailing turns frantic, and she keeps shrieking.

"NO!! NO!! LET ME GO!! I'M NOT GOING!! LET ME GO DAMN IT!! NO!!"

Darknyss grabs her by the shoulders and shakes Raynin a few good times before she slaps her so hard, Raynin's head rocks back on her neck, her hair flying around to cover her face. When she turns back to look at Darknyss, she actually growls and gets an almost feral look in her eyes for a few moments before she snaps back to her normal self and raises a hand to her cheek. Darknyss sighs and shakes her head slowly.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, but you almost kicked me in the chin. There's nobody here but us. I promise you."

Raynin looks at the mystery woman who's bending down over Darknyss's shoulder and she nods and gestures with a nod towards the stall. Raynin turns slowly to look and sees no one there, and she jumps up, frantically looking around the bathroom.

"He was here!! I swear it, he was here!! I saw him behind me in the mirror!! I could smell his stanky breath on my neck and everything!! Where are you??!! Where are you damnit!!"

She starts to walk down the line of stalls, kicking them in one after the other, and peering down under the doors, and jumping up to look over the doors. She stops and puts her hands over her face and sighs heavily, running her hands through her loose hair.

"I swear! I saw him in the mirror!"

Darknyss walks over and puts her hands on Raynin's shoulders and shakes her a bit, holding her at arm's length so she can look in her eyes.

"I believe you."

Darknyss hugs Raynin who keeps saying over and over again to herself.

"He was in the mirror. I saw him. He was in the mirror. I saw him."

The trio of women walk out of the bathroom and back into the lockerroom. The shot stays on their backs as they walk out and turn the corner, then it slides down to the packet of pictures that Raynin dropped on the ground. There on the top of the packet is a new polaroid picture that hadn't fully developed yet. As we watch, the photo starts to develop and it shows Raynin standing in the bathroom stall, and there behind her is the toothless man from the desert, and we hear the maniacal laughter of an old woman reverberating from the walls of the bathroom and the scene fades.




Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, he is accompanied by the Enoturage... Nick Jones!!!

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. He then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. Diana rubs Nick's chest as he looks at his muscles, looking rather impressed with himself as the smirk on his face grows. Nick then gets up and takes Diana's arm and turns and looks back at the ramp and waits as Nick's "muscle", Big B and Slick Tony make their way out. The two men flank Nick and Diana as they make their way down the rampway. They all head down the rampway, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans on his way down to the ring, flipping off a few people here and there. Nick then walks to the steel steps and as Dana goes to walk up the stairs, Nick puts his hand up to stop her. He then motions over and B, Tony and Diana all walk over towards the bottom of the ramp and stand and wait. Nick then quickly climbs up the ring steps and straight into the ring. He then walks directly over to the Justin Decent and rips the microphone right out of his hand.

Nick: Before you start to do your little introduction spiel for little Matty boy, I'll just save you the time and effort and tell you... he's not coming. You see, before I came out here I had a little convo with his cousin and my good friend. You all may know him better as the co-owner of this company you all paid to see, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward.

The crowd boos Nick's comments, as a smirks comes across his face.

Simone: Good thing he made that clear, because it wasn't already obvious that Nick had an in with ownership and was using it to his full advantage.

Adams: Ssshh, the number one contender is speaking!

Simone: My point exactly.

Nick: I can't say I'm overly surprised, or that I even blame the guy. I mean, if I were him, I sure as hell wouldn't want to walk to my certain doom by stepping into the ring with the one and only Nick Jones. He figured he got his one free shot in last week, and was going to get out of here before he had to pay for what he did. What makes it even better, is "your" champion is running scared along with him. Both of these guys knew what they got themselves into and figured they'd be better off running away from this company and even it's top championship then having to step into the ring with me.

The fans erupt into loud boos as Nick laughs to himself.

Nick: Hey, you don't have to like it, but that doesn't make it any less true. Bottom line though, me and Matt were scheduled to have a match tonight and I'm here for it, just like I'm supposed to be, and he's not. So referee, why don't you do your job and get this thing going.

Nick lowers the microphone and turns and looks over to the referee who looks back at Nick with a puzzled look on his face.

Nick: Did I stutter? Call for the damn bell!

Based on Nick's insistence, the official turns to the timekeeper and calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: This is just pathetic. What does Nick really expect to accomplish with all of this?

The referee turns to Nick and shrugs his shoulders, not quite expecting what else the superstar really expects of him.

Nick: Well what are you waiting for? Count that spineless loser out!

Adams: Well I think Nick just answered your question, Belinda. Nick wants his rightfully earned victory.

Simone: Rightfully earned in what way exactly?

The official walks towards Nick and appears to try to start explaining something to him, but Nick clearly has no interest in hearing it, as he steps right up into the referee's face.

Nick: COUNT!

Clearly seeing no need for further confrontation, the referee backs off from Nick then walks over the ropes and faces towards the entrance as he slowly starts his count.

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

As the official hits his ten count, he turns towards the timekeeper and calls for the bell, which immediately rings and brings an even bigger smile to the face of Nick Jones. Nick the turns to the ring announcer, who has since climbed outside of the ring, and tosses the microphone to him and points straight at him, making his expectations quite clear, as the announcer begins to speak into the microphone.

Justin: Your winner, by count out... NICK JONES!!!

Simone: This is absolutely sickening. Matt Ward had to withdraw from the show due to personal reasons, and Nick Jones is making a complete mockery of that in the ring here.

As his name is announced, Nick raises his arms up in victory as a chorus of boos fill the arena. Nick then hops onto the second turnbuckle and throws his arms up again as he screams out, as if in triumphant victory. Nick then hops down only to walk over to the far turnbuckle and do the same exact thing, to even more boos. Nick then climbs down off the turnbuckle and straight out of the ring, rejoining the members of his entourage, as they all walk back the ramp together, with Nick smiling from ear to ear with his arms raised proudly.

Adams: Say what you want Belinda, but our #1 contender just picked up another big win!

Simone: Oh, give me a break.

Adams: What?!?




The camera switches backstage to show Ms Rocky Mountains, standing alongside the newest stable to enter Sin City Wrestling, the NEW X-Tremes. The fans cheer wildly as she turns to look at the group, turning back to the camera to begin her interview.

Ms Mountains: I am standing here with Spike Staggs, Jordan Williams, Misty, and Casey Williams, collectively known as The New X-Tremes. Last week, you guys emerged in what is certain to be one of the top debuts of SCW since its opening. We have two former World Champions, a former International and TV Champion, and a former Women’s and Bombshell Champion, not to mention a whole slew of other championship credentials you guys have to your names. This truly is a golden stable.

Misty steps forward with a smirk on her face. She accepts the microphone from Ms Rocky Mountains, and slowly raises it to her lips, allowing the fans to cheer in the background.

Misty: We really are a golden stable, Ms Mountains. But, we are not about living past glories. We aren’t going to walk around claiming to be a “Golden Stable” We plan on going out there and gaining gold to prove it now. We are not old news, we’re…

In Unison: The NEW X-TREMES!!!

Misty: We are new, and we are X-Treme. We are about the now, and the future. You look around our waists, and you don’t see any gold yet. But, if you look into the future, you will find every piece of SCW gold around our waists. It isn’t a threat, it is a promise. Whoever wins tonight, between Kittie and Raynin, just know that I still have my return match coming to me, and I promise I will bring home that first piece of gold. Watch your backs, ladies!

Ms Rocky Mountains returns her gaze to the camera as Misty steps back. Casey Williams steps up as Misty hands him the microphone.

Ms Mountains: And, Casey Williams. You shocked the world when you accepted an opponent’s offer of joining forces before you faced off. The question is, why?

Casey slowly straightens his posture, glaring into the camera as he brings the microphone to his mouth abruptly. He takes in a deep breath as his glare intensifies.

Casey: Although I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, as Spike is going to show me the light. And even though I have bruised ribs…

As Casey says this, the cameraman zooms in on Casey’s ribs, which are taped up.

Casey: I will seek revenge on Wyatt for spearing me, taking me out of the ring, and not allowing me to make the save for my team to win the match. As much as I bitched and moaned, where I am a fierce competitor, HS Mark Ward gave me the week off to heal.

Casey steps back to the rest of the group, giving Jordan Williams the microphone. He steps up to Ms Rocky Mountains, eying her impressive physique before he turns to the camera, motioning with his eyes toward her. She raises the microphone to her lips, but Jordan cuts her off.

Jordan: I bet you fans are on the edge of your seats every week. I week Spike comes back. Then I come back. And now, Rix Usher is back. Who’s next? Adam Rich? “Beautiful” Billy James? TSSA? Golden Glenn? Miami Hurricane? “The Golden Boy” Gene Banton? Sasha? Brandi Constantino? Haven? Or my personal favorite, the best manager I ever had, Ms. Angel.

Jordan winks at the camera.

Jordan: Thank you Angel.

Jordan smiles.

Jordan: You gotta love randomness huh? Anyways, So at the last show, Rix Usher comes back.

Jordan shakes his head in disappointment.

Jordan (in a sarcastic tone): How ya been Rix? It’s been a while since I seen you. You don’t say hi no more, you just wanna show up and attack people.

Jordan strokes his chin with a smirk.

Jordan (again sarcastically): The last time we were around each other, you were hanging around the Perfection Connection. We took you under our wing and look at you, so grown up now!

Jordan laughs and then gets a serious look on his face.

Jordan: Now you’re Rix “Fuckin” Usher. Okay Rix, see I’m on a crusade here. I came back for a few reasons. One reason was to kill a monster. A monster I created. That a monster has been on a path of rage. That monster is Hot Stuff Mark Ward. Since I’ve been gone, HS has gone quite mad. He’s forgot where he came from. He’s the best student I’ve had from my school. I will never deny that, but see he thinks he too good for even me. His tag team partner…his trainer…his best friend. I’ll deal with him personally in due time. Spike brought me here, to help him out in his fight with Hot Stuff and to help guide this group of men to greatness. I was a little hesitant at first, because me and him had a bloody feud and he and his tag team partner Apoc did some not so nice things to my wife… and to each other!

Behind Jordan, Misty nudges Spike who wipes at the side of his face, a little redness to his cheeks. She tries to ask him silently, but he shakes it off.

Jordan: But I got my revenge and time heals all wounds. And I thought, hell, he’s a sick fucker and since I’m on my crusade, I might as well have this man have my back, because he’s capable of some pretty evil shit. So Rix, Hot Stuff and the rest of your little crew, you have signed your death wish. This group of men will take you out. Why? Because we’re too good for ya!

Ms Rocky Mountains nods her head as Jordan takes a step back. Spike glares at him for a moment before stepping up to the mic.

Ms Mountains:Thank you Jordan. Now, Spike. Ever since last week when you announced The New X-Tremes, the wrestling world has been buzzing about the impact that you will have, not only on SCW, but possibly the entire NWA. What are your thoughts on this?

Spike looks up into the bright light above for a brief moment before looking to Ms Mountains, and then to the camera.

Spike: Well, Ms Mountains, I have to say that our immediate plans only involve SCW, more specifically “Hot Stuff” and his rat pack. Nick… Nick, Nick, Nick. Enjoy that Number One Contendership, because if you are lucky enough to win, I will be right around the corner, taking what has been meant to be mine since it’s creation. And Mark, old buddy… old pal! You are, in fact, a monster. You step on people like they are doormats, tracking all of your dirt all over them. You don’t care who you hurt, or whose cage you rattle to do it, either. You view yourself as perfect, but you made one tiny miscalculation that led to one huge mistake.

Spike steps closer to the camera, bringing the mic with him. With both of his hands, he gestures with both thumbs to himself with his infamous sadistic grin.

Spike: That’s right, me! You took a mess of a man, and you created the worst kind of monster. A neat, calculated, patient, sadistic monster who has you in it’s sight. I don’t care what ghosts you bring to fight me, because that is exactly what they are. Ghosts. Distant memories from the past. We are here, and we are NOW! We are the NEW X-TREMES! Look out for us, Marky.

Ms Mountains: Speaking of Rix Usher, what is your response to the allegations that you were the one that ran him down with a car?

Spike’s face drains of color as he drops the mic. His eyes almost seem to glaze over as he turns to a surprised Misty. She raises her voice at him.

Misty: Spike! What is she talking about? It’s not true, is it?

Spike slowly turns away from Misty and back to Ms Mountains. He quickly hands her the extra microphone as he turns to walk away. His voice trails off as he shouts in what is meant to be a polite manner.

Spike: This interview is over!

The rest of the group sits still except Jordan who jogs off to follow after Spike. Misty and Casey shrug at each other and then follow after Jordan and Spike.

Ms Mountains: If that was any confirmation of the truth, things are really about to heat up.




A few minutes later, Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen sitting in his office when the door flies open.

HS:Christ, don't anyone knock anymore?

The camera spins around to see Jordan Williams standing in front of Hot Stuff.

HS: Ah, Jordan, don't tell me, you're here to relive the glory days of when I carried you to tag team glory. Nice little old school promo there.

Jordan: Far from it, and I think I was the one carrying you bro.

HS: Keep telling yourself that buddy, one day, someone will believe it.

Jordan:Uh uh. I'm not here to speak about your glory days, I'm here to talk about your bitch, Rix Usher.

HS: That "bitch" as you put it, took you out last week with a shot to the liver.

Jordan: And that's why I'm here. In the old days, when you got attacked, you'd go running to your daddy and try and get revenge. I'm here to warn you, that I will get hold of Usher and get my own revenge

HS: Really? You came here to tell me that? You told the world that five minutes ago

Jordan: Yeah, and when I'm done with Usher, I'll be back for a long chat with you. I didn't come back for a free ride, or because I could take apart your roster one at a time, I came back to slap some sense in to you.

HS: You came back to be Spike's bitch. Seriously Jordan, do you really think Spike brought you back because he was being a good friend? No, he brought you back to use as cannon fodder. He brought you back to take the heat away from him, but as you're in the fighting mood. I think we can use that Jordan. You want Usher, I wanna see you get your arse kicked by Usher again, so next week, on Climax Control, you get a match with Usher, hows that?

Jordan: Fine with me, but this time, he won't be attacking me from behind, he will have to face me like a man.

HS: I'm sure he's looking forward to it. Like you said, he's all grown up now. Now there's the door, use it again, I gotta talk to the wrestling world here.

Jordan: You better tell your boy to get ready.

HS:He will be

Jordan turns to leave the room. As he does, Hot Stuff smirks as the scene fades out




The camera returns to ringside, and a new addition is seen as two young fans are standing in the ring, both holding bouquets of long stem roses of various colors. Justin Decent is standing in the center of the six-sided ring and he signals to the timekeeper.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your Main Event of Climax Control! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship!

Hands on the mirror, can't get much clearer
Can't make this all go away
Now that you're bleeding you stare at the ceiling
Watch as it all fades away

From what you do, because of you
You know I can't be there
Each time that you call
I swore not to come, but I m here after all
I know by the look that I see in your eye
I won't stand around and I won't watch you die
From what you do, because of you

The camera flashes around the crowd, as Because of You by Nickelback 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. She nods slowly, then raises her 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, then brings it down in a salute. She jumps down into the ring and leans back on the turnbuckle, waiting on her opponent.

Simone: Raynin has been waiting anxiously for this one for some time. Ever since she signed on the dotted line in SCW, she has wanted only one thing.

Adams: A pay raise?

Simone: No! ... Well, probably, but I was referring to the Bombshell championship. She has worked hard for it. She has been successful against some prominent SCW Bombshells and now she has her chance. Can she make the most of it?

The lights in the arena fade out as a blue glow overtakes the stage. Blue whirls take over the screen, and s“Broken Pieces” by Aocalyptica plays. Kittie walks out onto the stage, wearing a baby sling around her neck. Gently tucked in the sling is the Bombshell Championship. She looks up to the rafters and slowly looks back down. The arena lights come back on, changed to blue, and she walks down to the ring, this time, with energy in each step. She gets to the head of the ring, and then quickly walks over to the ring steps, running up them while cradling the championship. She quickly walks to each turnbuckle and glares out into the audience, shouting at each fan who goes out of their way to shout and cat call toward her. She looks over at Raynin cautiously before walking over to Justin Decent. She slowly removes the championship from the sling and gently hands the championship over to him, shouting at him to be careful with it.

Adams: Oh yeah, she is definitely one Happy Meal without the toy!

Simone: I would have thought you might relate with her in that regard.

Adams: Really? But In always get a toy in my Happy Meal.

Simone: Good grief.... someone help me.

Justin passes the championship belt over to senior official Jasmine St. John and the introductions are ready to be made.

Justin: Introducing first the challenger, from Austin Texas, weighing 145 pounds ... Raynin!

Raynin pumps her fist to the air from her corner and she is greeted with cheers.

Justin: And her opponent is the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion! From Henderson, Nevada, weighing 120 pounds ... Kittie!

Kittie just stands still in her corner, staring at Raynin as her name is met with a mixed call from the fans of both cheers as well as jeers. Justin gives a signal to the two fans and both young girls make their way over to one of the wrestlers, and one hands a bouquet of long-stem red roses to Raynin, and the other fan hands a matches bouquet to Kittie.

Adams: What's with the roses? Uh oh! Who kicked the bucket!?

Simone: No you twit! Christian Underwood has a respect for traditions of wrestling in the Orient and this is one of them. Presenting roses to professional wrestlers as a show of respect. I imagine he just wanted to share this tradition in this match.

Both women lay their bouquets out onto the apron of their corner as the fans exit the ring. Jasmine holds the Bombshell championship belt high in the air and the sight is greeted with cheers and applause.

Simone: There it is, the top prize for the female division here in Sin City Wrestling!

Jasmine passes the belt out to Justin and she calls Raynin and Kittie to the middle of the ring. She starts to give both women the instructions when Kittie reaches out and slaps Raynin upside the head!

Simone: Oh that was uncalled for! Not much respect being showed by the champion!

And Raynin answers the insult with a shot of her own, a solid martial arts kick that knocks Kittie off of her feet!

Adams: Or the challenger!

Jasmine has no choice but to call for the bell and start the match!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs
BOMBSHELL TITLE MATCH

Kittie scrambles to her feet and her challenger charges right at her and bulls her body into Kittie's, driving her back into the corner. Raynin starts plowing into her stomach with shoulders, taking the air from her and she then delivers a wicked kick to the side of the head that drops the champion to her backside. Raynin immediately lays the boots to Kittie, not easing up one bit as each kick landed into her body is harder than the last, as Kittie tries in vain to shield herself from the blows! The referee grabs Raynin by the arm but the challenger shrugs the official away and dives onto Kittie, grabbing a handful of hair with her left hand and unleashing a barrage of fists to the skull with the right!

Simone: Raynin is going to town on Kittie!

Adams: Both of these babes are fighters, but Kittie might have made a mistake trying to cheap shot Raynin.

Raynin grabs Kittie by the hair and Irish whips her into the far corner and follows her right in with an elbow to the sternum! Kittie grabs her chest, trying to gasp for breath but Raynin shoves her back in and, with the champion pinned in, the challenger mounts the second turnbuckle and starts to drive fist after fist into Kittie's head with the fans chanting along with the count!

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

Before Raynin can dismount from her perch, Kittie ensnares her around the legs and pulls her off and goes for a reverses atomic drop but Raynin's long legs prevent the damage and she lunges forward, clotheslining Kittie down to the mat! Raynin covers Kittie in a pin attempt and hooks the leg.

1.....Kittie kicks out!

Adams: There's no way Kittie is going down that fast!

Simone: Maybe not but if Raynin keeps up with ther kind of assault Kittie won't be the champion for much longer!

Raynin grabs her by the arm and Irish whips her into the ropes and sends Kittie flying high through the air with a back body drop and the champion comes crashing down on her tailbone!

Adams: (sings) She was an acrobat's daughter! She swung by her teeth from a noose! Then one matinee, her bridgework gave way! And she flew through the air like a goose!

Simone: You are such a tool!

Kittie's face grimaces as she clutches the small of her back, fighting her way to her feet, but Raynin is still all over her, knocking her back into the ropes with a European uppercut. Again taking her by the arm, Raynin Irish whips Kittie into the ropes and as Kittie comes rebounding off of the far side, Raynin nails her with a dropkick right between the eyes that sends the champion crumbling to the mat!

Simone: Jesus christ! Those long legs of Raynin pack one hell of a punch!

Raynin pulls her back to her feet and sends her right into the corner, following in with a clothesline direct to the throat! Kittie stumbles forward, coughing and gasping, and Raynin snares her around the head and jumps, bulldogging her face first! Raynin rolls her onto her back and hooks the leg.

1.....
2.....the referee sees Kittie's foot draped over the bottom rope, thus forcing the count to be broken.

Simone: I don't know how smart it is to risk putting your foot on the ropes instead of kicking out. Suppose the referee doesn't see it?

Adams: Well then I guess you just don't have a title anymore.

Raynin fumes at the count having been broken but forgoes the optional yelling at the official to instead grab Kittie and once again fire her off into the ropes but Kittie holds onto her arm and reverses the attempt, sending Raynin in instead. Raynin comes running off and the crafty Kittie drops down and sweeps her challenger's legs out from under her and the mowomentum sends Raynin tumbling right out through the ropes and landing hard on the concrete floor below.

Simone: Oh there is no way someone can take a fall like that and not come out hurt! The momentum will definitely shift now!

Adams: It was only a matter of time. Kittie was just lulling Raynin into a false sense of security.

Raynin lays on the ringside floor, hurt and clutching her shoulder, struggling to regain her footing and rise, all the while Jasmine is trying to prevent Kittie from going out after her. Kittie finally just shoves the official aside and darts out to the floor and grabs the now standing Raynin by the head and slams her face into the time keeper's table. Kittie then encircles her arms around the waist of Raynin and runs her backwards, driving the challenger's back hard into theb ring apron!

Adams: Wow! Kittie is being pretty ruthless here!

Simone: She has to be in order to retain her championship.

Kittie grabs Raynin by the arm and sends her into the metal ring steps, Raynin's back crashing against the steel! Kittie moves in and lands a fist into Raynin's head as she tries to get to her feet, but as Kittie swings again, Raynin blocks it and punches Kittie in the face herself, staggering the champion! Raynin headbutts her between the eyes, knocking her back against the metal ring post and the challenger darts forward but Kittie swerves the blow and Raynin runs right into the steel at full steam and crumbles to the floor.

Simone: Okay who didn't see that coming? Raise your right hand!

Kittie pulls Raynin to her feet and rolls her back inside of the ring. Following, Kittie grabs hold of Raynin's legs and falls back, sending Raynin into the ropes throat-first with a catapult. The slingshot affect sends Raynin back and she falls directly with the small of her back over Kittie's knees in a painful backbreaker. Kittie pulls her up and Irish whips her into the ropes and catches her with a Hurricanrana, hooking both legs!

1.....
2.....Raynin kicks out!

Simone: Oh that was close, but a beautiful move by the champion!

Kittie Irish whips her into the ropes again and leaps, bringing Raynin crashing down on the back of her shead and neck with a flying neckbreaker! She then forces Raynin's head thru the top and middle rope and starts choking her against the ropes while gouging her eyes while Jasmine warns her to break and starts her mandatory count.

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2...
3...
4...!

But Kittie quickly breaks at four, only to go right back to the rule infractions.

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

Kittie then gets up and darts back into the ropes, rebounding and sprinting across towards the prone form of the challenger. Kittie leaps and springboards over the top rope and lands across the back of Raynin's head and neck with a slingshot legdrop! The crowd finds themselves booing all the while applauding the impressive maneuver as Raynin slumps back onto the mat while Kittie scans the capacity crowd and waves them off. She rolls back inside of the ring and covers Raynin, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....Raynin gets the shoulder up!

Kittie shakes her head, and then drags Raynin up by her long hair and grates her face across the top rope, causing Raynin to yell and struggle with a nasty rope burn as a result. Kittie then runs off of the far side of the ring and jumps for a dropkick but Raynin moves at the last split second and Kittie lands across the top rope crotch first and bounces harshly back to the canvas!

Simone: Now's Raynin's chance! She needs to get back into this!

With the fans rallying behind her, Raynin Irish whips Kittie into the ropes and leaps, crashing down onto Kittie with the thesz press and unloading a series of fists to the head! She pulls Kittie to her feet and whips her into the far corner and runs in with a series of backflips into a mule kick to the sternum!

Simone: Wow! Who knew Raynin had that move in her arsenal?

Adams: I did!

Simone: How did you know?

Adams: Easy, I just saw her do it.

Raynin then Irish whips Kittie into the neutral corner and goes for a Stinger splash but the champion moves and Raynin lands stomach first on the corner, knocking the air out of herself!

Simone: It's just a damn good thing she didn't crack her head on that steel post!

Kittie sweeps her legs out from under her and falls back, sending Raynin into the corner a second straight time with a catapult, this time her face striking the post!

Adams: You were saying?

Kittie grabs Raynin by the back of her pants and drags her into a rollup.

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2.....
3-No! Raynin kicks out!

Adams: Unbelievable!

Kittie is up on her feet and she grabs Jasmine by the shirt, but the ultra tough official pries her hands off and shoves her back a step! The referee and wrestler engage in an intense stare down...

Adams: Ooo! Not a good idea to get on the bad side of the referee!

Simone: Especially when said referee is one bad ass in her own right!

A furious Kittie turns around and grabs Raynin in a front facelock and tries to lift her up for a vertical suplex but it's blocked. Another try and again it's blocked, then Raynin counters and hauls Kittie up into the air and brings the champion crashing down with her own suplex! The fans cheer as Raynin gets to her feet, pumping her fists and drawing in the energy of the fans' cheers! Raynin scoops her up, depositing her on the mat with a body slam with impact. The challenger then starts to go up to the top rope, facing out towards the crowd.

Simone: She might put the champion away here!

Raynin stands on the top and salutes the crowd, then leaps back for a moonsault but Kittie rolls out of the way and the challenger crashes! Both women are down on the mat and Jasmine has no choice but to start her count!

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2...
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4...
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7...Kittie is the first up to her feet.

She comes up to Raynin and swings but the fist is blocked and Raynin lands a kick to the stomach, then follows up with a roundhouse right directly to the jaw! Raynin sets her for an Irish whip into the ropes but Kittie counters and goes for a reversal. Raynin ducks under the arm and doubles Kittie over with a boot to the gut and runs her face-first into the far corner. Raynin then lifts Kittie up and deposits her onto the top, facing the crowd. Raynin then climbs up behind her and brings her down the hard way with the Spider suplex!

Adams: Oh Kittie is finished!

Raynin crawls over to her downed opponent and makes the cover!

1.....
2.....
3-No! Kick out!

Adams: See? What did I tell you? Kittie has it going on!

Simone: Hold on! Just a minute! Look who just arrived!

The crowd looks on in wonder as the mentor of the Seven Deadly Sins, Synn himself, arrives at ringside.

Adams: Synn? Why would he be out here?

Simone: Your guess is as good as mine. Kittie teamed with Gabriel at one point as an honorary member of his team but... no. Do you think...? Oh, never mind. Of course you don't.

Raynin looks out at the new arrival at ringside and frowns, but turns to focus again on the match. She pulls Kittie up and locks her arms around her waist in a rear waistlock, but Kittie fights out of it and spins behind her, locking her in her own waistlock. Both women struggle until an elbow from Raynin breaks Kittie's grip and Raynin ducks behind and again locks her hands around the waist and she lifts Kittie up and over with a release German suplex! Kittie is folded in half from the impact and Raynin covers her in a jackife...

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3-No! Kittie's shoulder is up!

Simone: Oh my god that was close! We almost had a new Bombshell champion!

Raynin wipes sweat from her brow and questions the referee on the count but Jasmine remains firm that it was just a two count. Raynin pulls the champion to her feet again and sends her into the ropes. Raynin swings for a clothesline attempt but Kittie ducks under the blow and runs off the far side of the ropes. She comes back and both women have the same idea as the result is a double cross body, knocking the air from each other!

Simone: Don't you just LOVE it when that happens?

Synn leans against the ring apron, his eyes piercing the action as Jasmine starts to issue her mandatory count.

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2...
3...
4...
5...
6...Raynin is the first to return to her feet, using the ropes for additional support. She reaches and pulls off her eye patch.

Adams: Oh now we're going to see it happen!

Simone: The patch came off, and that means things are about to pick up!

Raynin charges right into Kittie and levels her with a running lariat, and as Kittie gets back up, she hits her with a second one. Raynin then sets her into position for the Widow maker, picking her upside down over her shoulder, but Kittie kicks wildly to shift the move and Raynin falls to her back with Kittie on top!

1.....
2..... Raynin powers up, lifting herself off of the canvas...

Simone: What strength by the challlenger!

Raynin bridges up and pivots her body around and brings Kittie over with a backslide!

1.....
2..... Kittie kicks out!

Adams: Could this get any closer?

Raynin goes for an Irish whip but Kittie reverses it at the last split second but Raynin comes flying off of the ropes and spears the champion! The fans are cheering as Raynin jumps to her feet and gives a signal! The crowd pops as Raynin quickly ducks out onto the apron and climbs the corner!

Simone: High risk area for the challenger! Is it going to pay off?

Adams: If she hits it and wins the title it'll pay off big time.

Kittie is back on her feet but doesn't see her opponent. She turns around and Raynin jumps for a flying body press but the momentum is too much and Kittie rolls through until she is on top and she hooks the leg!

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2.....
3!

Adams: She did it! Kitttie retains!

Simone: Look at Raynin's face! She is shocked!

Justin: Here is your winner, and still SCW Bombshell Champion ... Kittie!

Simone: One mistake, that's all it took! Kittie simply pulled a fast one and she is still the Bombshell champion!

Now Synn climbs upp onto the apron and he steps through the ropes and Kittie runs over and jumps into his arms, hugging him tightly as she raises her championship belt into the air!

Simone: Oh my god! Are we seeing what I think we're seeing!?

Adams: Kittie is with the Sins!

Synn lowers her to the mat and he takes the microphone from Justin's hand.

Synn: Still the Bombshell Champion, indeed, and now officially sharing the prestige of the Sin of Envy...

Kittie pulls the microphone to her lips...

Kittie: ME!!

Adams: Kittie is with the Sins! God what is Jamie and Spike going to say about this?

Simone: What are they going to say? What is Misty going to think of Kittie joining the Sins?

Kittie pushes her belt into Synn's arms and she walks right up to Raynin and the two women start jawing at each other again and immediately the fists start swinging!

Simone: They're at it again!

Both grapplers fall to the mat, swinging and clawing!

Simone: What the hell is this about? Kittie won! Couldn't she leave well enough alone like a champion?

Raynin gets the advantage and starts to lay in the fists but before she can do any damage, Synn pulls Kittie from the ring and raises her arm in victory.

Adams: Wow, look at the look on Kittie's face!

Simone: Look at the look on Raynin's face! This is not over between them!




The camera cuts backstage to where SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward is standing alongside Pussy Willow who is holding a microphone.

Pussy: Fans, before we bring this Climax Control to a close, I am standing here with Mark Ward who has a very important announcement.

She holds the microphone up to Mark who looks into the camera.

HS: Right, time for me to address this whole JT Underwood, heavyweight title crap. The little dirt sheets out there, have decided to report that JT Underwood has been fired. This is not the case, in fact, after a long talk with Christian, we decided that JT Underwood needs to step back from the wrestling world, just walk away for a bit, because the kid ain't right in the head right now. Look at him since he's been here, lost with no direction. We have decided it would be best for JT to take some time away, step back and get his head together. Which leaves us with a slight problem, the heavyweight title. As everyone knows, JT was our heavyweight champion, as of right now, he isn't. Now I've decided that there is only one right thing to do. As of now, I am awarding the heavyweight title to the number one contender, Nick Jones!

Voice: Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up! Hold on a second!

Mark's partner in the SCW hierarchy, Christian Underwood, walks into the camera angle.

Christian: Are you serious? Are you actually telling me that you want to just hand Nick Jones the SCW Heavyweight Championship without him earning it?

HS: Without earning it? Christian, man, he's the number one challenger!

Christian: Yes he is, I give you that, but that's all he is! The number one challenger, not the champion. He hasn't beaten anyone for it! You can't just hand the title to somebody and say, 'Here's the belt! You're a champion now!'

HS: Well I think he's earned the right to be called a champion.

Christian: And the fact that he's one of your closer friends and associates has absolutely nothing to do with it, does it?

HS: ...... Absolutely not.

Christian: You think Nick has what it takes to be a credible champion?

HS: You know I do Chrissy ol' boy.

Christian smiles.

Christian: Then you won't mind him being booked in a match to actually win the title like a true champion should, would you?

HS blinks, scratching his head.

HS: Um ... well....

Christian raise shis brow questioningly. HS exhales sharply.

HS: Fine. What did you have in mind?

Christian: Simple, really. We're hosting the NeWA pay-per-view in two weeks. We have a match opening to showcase our talent along with the world's best. I say we take advantage of that. Nick Jones and the man who was originally scheduled for a title match at that event, Blade Alexander. One on one. The SCW Heavyweight Championship on the line.

HS: Winner take all.

Christian: Exactly.

HS thinks for a moment and nods.

HS: I like it.

Christian: Cool. Oh, I'll let you break the news to Nick. I understand you had already told him what you had planned to do?

HS frowns.

HS: Aw bloody hell.

He turns to leave to break the bad news...

Christian: Good luck sweet cheeks!

And Christian slaps him hard across the ass.

HS: HEY!




A huge thank you to Chris, Mark, Tom, Ted, Derek, Craig, Erik, Maggie, Frost, Joe, Gerrit, Mike, Jacob and Casey for contributing to this show, and to all our roleplayers that make the SCW possible.