The Henderson Convention Center in Henderson, Nevada is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells while the cameras pass along them, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.
"SCW!"
Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The beat of the music plays over the sound system and Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage in a classic female viking outfit complete with a horned helmet and matching brazierre, and a flowing white gown. She's carrying a spear in one hand and a gigantic bra in the other.
Amanda: This next story is a true story.
Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut, had nothing to get very worked up about.
One night at the opera he saw an Aida who's tits were so big they would often impede her.
Oh, my god! There she blows!
For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
Every night he'd sweat and snort searching for the right support.
Well, he stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched
Exhausted but ecstatic he ran down the street to the diva's house bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
But little did Otto know, at the moment of his greatest triumph,
Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
It concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and tits!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit, done in by the weight of those terrible tits.
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop where he futzed and futzed and futzed.
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning, Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial mishaps, she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth from the diva's mouth was so loud that it was mistaken by some to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds which would often roll through the Schwarzwald with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!
lurking under the diva's bed was none other than the very worst of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene with a great deal of interest!
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?
The song ends and the crowd cheers as Amanda blows kisses before vanishing backstage behind the curtains.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Sin City Wrestling's Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm Jason Adams
Simone: Thank you for joining us for this landmark show
Adams: That's right Belinda, tonight is Sin City Wrestling's tenth show, hitting double figures
Simone: That's not all, tonight, at NeWA pay per view, Sin City Wrestling's own Blade Alexander, takes on Nick Jones for the SCW Heavyweight championship at WresleClassic, airing shortly after Climax Control.
Adams: Good luck to both guys involved in that, and to our other SCW superstars who will be appearing on the show
Simone: Before that happens though, Sin City Wrestling will set the tone of the night, by bringing you five top matches involving some of the best SCW has to offer
Adams: Once again, that's right Belinda, because we have a roulette title defense tonight, as Matthew Kennedy challenges current champion, the mysterious Frost
Simone: Also, we see the debut of spoiled brat, James Huntington-Hawkes III as he takes on the very experienced Blaque Hart Bruce Evans
Adams: Also, the return of Saint Patty, as he returns to action against the monster that is Damon Synn. Damn that guy scares the living bejesus out of me
Simone: Also tonight, The Surf Boys are in action against one of the most complete tag teams in wrestling history, The Aristocrats
Adams: But tonight's main event is one for the books as our bombshells take center stage
Simone: And deservedly so, as SCW Bombshell Champion Kittie, teams with Brooklyn Carter, to take on former Bombshell champion, Misty, and the very impressive Raynin
Adams: So in the words of the Black Eyed Peas, Let's get in started in here!
Justin Decent: The following contest is a singles match. Introducing first, He weighs in at two hundred and thirty-four pounds, from Augusta, Georgia, he is..
SAINT PATTY!!!
At Your Funeral by Pinhead Gunpowder plays, He enters the stage, accpompanied by two of his chosen super models. He walks down the ramp, flexing and strutting, Usually approaching the attractive females in the crowd, boasting and bragging. When he reaches the ring steps, each of his models kiss him on the cheek, as he takes off his signature shades. He gets in the ring, shouting about how great he is.
Justin Decent: And his opponent, weighing in at three hundred pounds even, from El Paso, Texas, he is...
"THE MONSTER" DAMON SYNN!!!
The lights quickly cut to black, and there is nothing but the small flicker of flame from lighters in the audience. A startling voice is heard throughout the PA system proclaiming—
"I shoot the lights out As "life" cuts, a fierce growl is heard, and it is replaced by the familiar beat and voice of "Monster" by Kanye West. Immediately, the crowd in attendance rains down a marage of boos. The lights over the entrance way begin to flicker on and off repeatedly, manipulating the world into a series of still shots. We see a huge figure behind the curtain, wearing a trench coat pulled up along with his ring attire. He surveys the crowd before walking down the ramp slowly and intimidatingly towards the ring. As he reaches the apron, he reaches up and grabs the top rope, pulling himself up to the apron. He enters the ring over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring. He raises his hands in a familiar crucifix position and quickly brings them back down, causing bursts of fire to explode from every single turnbuckle. The lights reappear, brightening the building, and revealing Damon Synn with a shit-eating grin. He then shuffles over to a corner, and the music fades as he leans there, awaiting the ring of a bell.
Hide 'till it's bright out
Whoa, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?"
Vs DAMON SYNN
SINGLES MATCH
DING-DING-DING
Simone: It’s time to get this match started.
Adams: It’s Damon Synn taking on Saint Pat... wait a minute!
Damon Synn cinches his giant paw of a hand around the throat of Saint Patty. He lifts him high up in the air...
Simone: Six Feet Under! Synn is not wasting any time!
The ring trembles under the impact of Saint Patty’s limp body hitting the mat.
Adams: What a chokeslam by Damon Synn! Cover him Synn.
Damon Synn doesn’t even make an attempt at a cover. He swats the head of Saint Patty a few times before backing into a corner. Saint Patty is slow to get to his feet. Damon Synn crouches low... stalking his prey. As Patty finally gets to his feet, Synn launches towards him.
Simone: Hell’s Fury!
Adams: What a spear from the beast that is Damon Synn!
1...
2...
No! Damon grabs Patty by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Synn lifts Patty high into the air...
Simone: What’s he going for here?
Adams: Synn Spin!
Damon tosses Saint Patty off his shoulders with a ton of force, sending him flying through the air and crashing to the mat face first.
Simone: It’s academic folks.
Adams: Just ring the bell ref.
1...
2...
3!!!
Simone: Thanks for making an appearance Patty. The beast was unleashed here tonight.
Adams: Damon Synn brutalized Saint Patty here. I wonder if anyone has a jumbo sized spatula in the back to scrape Patty off the mat? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? No? Okay then... thanks for coming Saint Patty.
The camera cuts to Saint Patty's broken body in the ring. Then, it pans around to the gigantic figure of Damon Synn, who by now is standing in the middle of the ring victorious. His face is still hidden behind is mask as he stares out at the crowd, back towards the camera.
Simone: What is the newly-named Damon Synn about to do here?
The crowd begins to cheer, as Synn's gloved hand reaches up towards his face. He brings them to the back of his head, loosening the strings of the yellow skull mask.
Simone: Oh no, don't tell me he's gonna...
Adams: Yes! I think we're finally gonna see his face!
He pauses for a moment, his fingers wrapped around the mask. Suddenly, he snatches it off, and swiftly turns his head towards the camera, revealing an unpleasent sight.
Adams: What the hell is that thing?
Simone: It doesn't look a human being.
Adams: Aww, what is he doing now?
Damon Synn, face bandaged and scarred, approaches the limp, lifeless body of Saint Patty. He grabs his throat, lifting him up. Synn then props him up onto his shoulder, and subsequently into a Tombstone Piledriver position. He leaps into the air, causing Patty's head to crash against the mat when he comes back down. Immediately after these actions, the crowd begins to boo.
Simone: This is uncalled for. Beating a man while he's down. Come on, we need some security.
Adams: I would much rather watch this beatdown take place, if you don't mind, Belinda.
Five or six Sin City Wrestling security guards rush to the ring and slide in. They surround Synn in a circle. Damon spins around, trying to scan his adversary. Impulsively, one particuarly muscled guard tries to attack. Synn meets him with a big boot. Another one can be seen getting body slammed and rolling out of the ring. Damon Synn charges towards the ropes, and on the rebound, he clothelines and shoulder blocks two aligned guards. Synn whips his arm back and grabs one guard's throat. Another one runs towards him and he meets the same fate. He lifts them both into the air and slams them down, executing a spectacular double chokeslam! Damon brings his arms up and whips them back down, once again making fire explode from the turnbuckles.
Simone: Oh my God, what have we just witnessed?
Adams: I'll tell you what, we've just seen a single man destroy seven other men. Look at him, SCW's newest force is standing in dead center in the ring with broken bodies all around him. Un-freaking-believable.
Simone: Sin City Wrestling better watch out, because Damon Synn is here, and I don't see him going anywhere any time soon.
The scene fades, but not before Damon Synn is seen laughing manically in the middle of the ring.
The scene opens as the camera takes the viewers of Sin City Wrestling Climax Control to a photo shoot on the beach where the cameras see a young tanned woman in a red bikini posing in model like poses as the cameras are snapping shoots of her one was her laying on a beach chair looking elegant in such a relaxed state was something of a gift as the woman keeps on posing the sound in the background is the song Chick Habit by April March after a few more seconds of watching the photographers taking shots of the young woman, we hear a woman's voice over the song, and voices in video the woman sounds confident, and arrogant.
Mystery Woman: Class, Elegance, and Beauty things many people work to have or to be around but there is only one who was born with it one who never had to work for it, and one than flaunts it for the world to see.
The woman then is taking more shoots one was in the water with a beach ball acting like she was playing it, and another one with her on the sand on all fours with a fierce face on, and then after that it shows her putting her staff in line acting like a primadonna demanding the best, and humiliating many members of her staff as the woman then speaks again.
Mystery Woman: This one woman does not take anything from anyone she is the boss these people will have to learn it the hard way. In the world of modeling the most cutthroat win and this woman is the most cutthroat model. She makes sure she has the best photo shoots their are no room for friends or compassion in the modeling world.
It shows shots of her humiliating fellow models and pulling mean tricks such as cutting their clothing with scissors, and planting pills in their area which is a huge no no in modeling. Then it shows the woman smiling evilly at her work as it pays off with granting her more photoshoot time compared to the other girls who are shown crying as the woman speaks again.
Mystery Woman: Crying does not get you anywhere in modeling, neither does being a good girl as these women now know only the most driven, and cutthroat models become world renowned while the rest fade away. And now the most cutthroat model in the world of modeling is making a change she is coming to Sin City to educate the bombshells that the most skilled wrestler is not the best nor is the strongest no its the most drive, and cutthoart just like in the world of modeling the most cutthroat will have the most success and the rest will just fade away in her wake and this woman is none other than...
The video seems to rewind replaying the same moments the fans just witnessed, and then showing us the woman standing posing in an arrogant model like pose blowing a mock kiss as she looks at the camera and says in an arrogant tone in the same voice of the mystery woman showing that it was her speaking throughout the video.
Mystery Woman: VERONICA TAYLOR, and I am the only supermodel in Sin City Wrestling next week sorry creatures of Los Vegas but I got more important things to do this week tah tah.
She waves in a fake mean girl way as the video ends taking the cameras back into the arena.
The camera pans backstage where we see Ms Rocky Mountains standing by with a microphone in hand obviously ready for an interview, standing next to her is the current Roulette Champion Lucian Frost who is carrying his title over his shoulder.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Ms Rocky Mountains here with Lucian Frost who is moments away from his first title defense against "Prime Time" Matthew Kennedy, Lucian what are your thoughts on your opponent, Matthew Kennedy?
Frost cracks his neck from side to side, readjusting the championship on his shoulder, he then tilts his head to the side looking at the reporter.
Frost: Matthew Kennedy is someone I know all too well, every match I have had since making my debut here has been against, or been part off a match, with the man who calls himself “Primetime”. Many will look back at the creation of this division and see who revolutionized it and they will see our names there, Matthew Kennedy as the challenger and I as the champion. I will be looking to stabilize and revolutionize this championship and not looking to give it away at the first opportunity of defending it, Matthew has been a worthy foe but tonight, like the other nights, he will realize that being primetime just is not enough.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Last week we got to witness the unpredictability of this championship with a tables match, this week we don’t know what match you and Matthew are going to be apart of, does this cause any concern for you as you’ve got something to loose?
Frost slowly shakes his head from side to side.
Frost: It is the unpredictable nature that makes this championship unique, it could be any sort of match, and that is the cutting edge of Sin City to know that it is not predictable. That the tradition of the National Wrestling Alliance is still running strong, but with the uniqueness and creativity of the roulette championship, it’s taken a leap into the new and that is what will make this championship so great. That is what will make me a stronger competitor here in the SCW.
The camera pans back over to Rocky until Lucian is no longer in the shot.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Strong words from Lucian Frost, back over to.......
Rocky never finishes however as the sound of a steal chair colliding with flesh is heard making the reporter jump, the camera pans back over showing "Prime Time" Matthew Kennedy standing over Lucian with a chair in hand.
MK: Lucian, Lucian, Lucian, you may of beaten me twice in the squared circle but I will always be your intellectual superior.
Matthew drops the chair and heaves Lucian up to his feet, he spits in the masked man's face before hoisting him up and hitting him with a nasty looking Package Piledriver onto the chair, Lucian goes limp and Matthew stands up.
MK: Good luck defending your title now yank!
Matthew storms off as Rocky screams for medical assistance, the camera pans to another part of the arena for the next segment.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a singles match, introducing first, coming from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is.... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!
OH CANADA!” starts playing and “Blaque Hart” Bruce Evans steps onto the stage and slowly makes his way to the ring. Once at the ring, he walks up the steel steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He lowers his shades and gives his opponent a condescending once-over before turning his back to him.
VS. 
SINGLES MATCH
Justin: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Simpson, coming to you from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifty five pounds, he is.... James Huntington Hawkes III
The lights dim down a little and the opening to Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" starts to play. The fan's look towards the entrance ramp as two beautiful women walk out from the backstage area and stands either side of the entrance ramp. A huge man with a bald head, Simpson, appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a suit. The man adjusts his tie and points to the entrance ramp and a shorter, young looking man, maybe in his teens walks through the entrance, much to the amusement of the fans. James Huntington-Hawkes III stands on the top of the ramp, and the two beautiful young ladies takes an arm each, and lead him down towards the ring, with the big man leading the way. As the four get to the ring, Simpson steps up the ring steps and bends open the ropes for James to step up and in to the ring James runs up the steps and in to the ring, The women quickly follows him up the steps and in to the ring, followed by Simpson. James steps to the center of the ring and the two women stand behind him and James starts to dance. Moving first to the left, then a step to the right, moving his arms out in the opposite directions then he steps. He takes a two steps forward, dipping his shoulders, before leaning back and doing a 'Jagger strut' and raising his arms.
Hawkes stares at Blaque Hart as the two step forward, the referee calls for the bell. Hawkes instantly slaps Blaque Hart across the face. Evans eyes goes wide as he charges in to Hawkes, lifting him off his feet and crashing him in to the ground. Hart slams hard shots towards Huntington-Hawkes head, but Hawkes covers up his face. Hawkes kicks Blaque Hart off him and kicks him away. Hawkes scrambles himself to his feet and charges at Blaque Hart and sweeps him off his feet, throwing open hand slaps to Blaque Hart's head. Hawkes gets up and jump on Blaque Hart, with an attempted elbow across his chest, but lands more with a forearm. Hawkes gets back to his feet and attempts the same move again, but once again, a forearm lands across Blaque Hart's chest rather then an elbow. Hawkes g et back on his feet and raises his arms in celebration, but Blaque Hart shakes off the weaker moves from Sin City Wrestling's youngest superstar and gets to his feet. Evans jumps at James Huntington-Hawkes III but James ducks out of the way and grabs Blaque Hart's foot. Bruce shakes his head slowly, being the more experienced wrestler, and drills James in the face with a hard punch. Hawkes falls to the floor in shock, and scrambles towards Simpson outside the ring, shouting and pointing before holding his face.
Simone: Does baby want a bottle?
Adams: No thanks.... oh wait, you mean him.
Hart grabs hold of Hawkes by the legs and pulls him away from Simpson and lifts his legs in the air and plants a boot in to the back of Hawkes knee and a second boot in the James Huntington-Hawkes gut. He pulls Hawkes to his feet and wraps his arms around Hawkes waist and lifts him over his head, throwing him backwards with a release Northern Lights suplex. Hawkes rolls over holding on to his back and Blaque Hart walks towards him, stamping on the young mans lower back, stamping away at the damaged area. Hawkes tries to pull himself up by using the ropes, but Evans wraps his arms around Hawkes waist from behind and lifts him backwards over his head, drilling him with a German suplex. Evans stands up and poses for the crowd before dropping down and covering his opponent.
1..
2...
Hawkes kicks out
Simone: I think Evans isn't taking Hawkes too seriously here
Adams: Can't say I really blame him
Evans instantly stamps on Hawkes chest and lifts him up, getting behind him and lifting Hawkes in the air, dropping him down with an atomic drop
Simone: The veteran focusing on Hawkes lower back
Hawkes springs to his feet and stumbles away but Blaque Hart grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him down, slamming the youngsters head in to the canvas. The referee checks on James and James grabs hold of the referees shirt pulling the referee around to try and get to his feet. Behind the referees back, Simpson climbs in the ring. Blaque Hart turns to see Simpson in the ring, but Simpson nails Blaque Hart with a scissiors kick to the face!
Simone: Oh come on ref! The cheating little brat set you up here!
The referee turns around to see Blaque Hart laying on the canvas and James pushes the referee out of the way and covers Blaque Hart. A confused Drew Patton drops for the cover
1..
2...
Blaque Hart kicks out
Simone: Hawkes nearly stole that one thanks to Simpson
Adams: He don't have to steal, he's rich.
Hawkes wraps Blaque Hart in a headlock from behind, and slaps Blaque Hart on his head with his free left hand. Hawkes slips behind Evans and puts a sleeper hold on to him. Hawkes tightens the hold, dropping Blaque Hart down to one knee. James falls forward, accidently slamming Blaque Hart's head in to the canvas. James releases the hold and stands up, looking at the crowd, his arms in the air
Simone: Why is the kid celebrating? It's just a sleeper hold, and not a very good one at that, Blaque Hart's already on his feet
Blaque Hart runs at James Huntington-Hawkes, and James lifts him over with a hiptoss!
Simone: Oh my god, did James Huntington-Hawkes III just do a wrestling move?
Adams: I think he did! He just nailed Blaque Hart with a hiptoss! And look at him go!
In the ring, James Huntington-Hawkes III runs around the rings, his arms in the air as if he'd just won the match. Blaque Hart shakes his head as James slides down to his knees, with his arms in the air. Blaque Hart swings a leg and crashes it hard in to Huntington-Hawkes head!
Simone: Blaque Hart just punted his head in to the middle of next week
Hawkes flops forward, laying out cold on the ground, and Blaque Hart turns around and smirks at the fans, shaking his head at the mostly American ground booing at him. He turns to the fallen Huntington-Hawkes and picks him up, putting him in a powerbomb position. He lifts him up and drop James Huntington Hawkes III with....
Simone: Blaque Out!
Adams: This ones done
Blaque Hart covers James Huntington-Hawkes III and referee Drew Patton drops down to count.
1..
2...
3!
Justin: The winners of the match ... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!
Simone: The very irritating Blaque Hart took the very irritating James Huntington-Hawkes III to school in that match
Adams: Lesson number one James, do not take your eyes off your opponent, especially against a guy who's had fifteen years plus experience in the ring
In the ring, James Huntington-Hawkes III is seen in the ring pounding the mat having a bitch fit, as Blaque Hart celebrates
Backstage, The Sin of Wrath, and half of the now former tag team champions, Rage, is seen walking down one of the hallways. He looks more pissed off than usual, though when it comes to Rage, that is not a shock. He spots his tag team parter, Jamie Staggs, up ahead. Jamie, too, looks less than thrilled as he takes a drink from a bottle of water. Rage stops and stands next to Jamie.
Rage: Just the man I was looking for. You got a minute?
Jamie sighs and taps his foot on the floor in an uncomfortable manner. He looks at his watch, and then down past Rage.
Jamie: Apparently so. I was waiting for Kittie, but she has some super secret Sins stuff going on. What do you want?
Jamie leans off of the wall and looks directly at Rage. His usual cool and clueless demeanor is missing as he puffs out his chest at Rage. He takes another drink from his bottle and then he drops the empty container on the floor. Rage looks down at the empty bottle, then back up to Jamie.
Rage: Taking a few lessons from me with the attitude, are ya? FYI, if whatever Kittie was doing with the Sins was so important, I’d be there right now. So, cut the pissed off attitude so we can start worrying about how we’re going to get our titles back.
Jamie scoffs at the idea, even going as far as to turn away from Rage as he puts his hand on his forehead. He takes a deep breath and turns around, poking Rage in the chest, not once, but twice.
Jamie: There is no way I’m gonna team with you again. How many times id I have your back? And when it counted, you didn’t have mine because of your little grudge with Sean. Fuck that, buddy. You can go get your revenge by yourself you big dumb bastard!
Rage glares at Jamie, but he surprisingly keeps his cool.
Rage: What the f**k are you talking about? My grudge with Sean had nothing to do with why we lost the titles, and you know it. Those douchebags got lucky. If it hadn’t been for Wyatt, I would have been able to save your ass from getting pinned! I’m not going to let those two walk around acting all high and mighty when we were clearly the dominant ones to begin with.
Rage takes a step back, giving Jamie just a bit of space.
Rage: I’m not out for revenge anymore, dumbass. I want those titles back where they belong.
Jamie sees Rage’s attempt to give him space, and he raises the stakes by taking another step forward. His icy eyes are on fire as he bumps his chest into Rage’s shoulder. His nostrils flare up as he stands on his tip toes in an attempt to get in Rage’s face.
Jamie: That’s what I thought. You really are a chicken shit. I tell you to get lost, and you act like a lost puppy dog. So, listen to me, and listen close. Not…
Jamie points to his face in his own attempt to be serious. He raises his eyebrows for emphasis.
Jamie: … interested. K, now go along and play detective with your friends now…
Rage glares into Jamie’s eyes. He balls his hands into fists, but stands his ground as Jamie continues to antagonize the big man.
Rage: What the f**k is your problem? What, you’re going to let one loss bring you down? Get it through your thick, apparently brain damaged skull that Sean and Wyatt got LUCKY. You know damn well we work better as a team than they do, so what’s the deal? You just want to give up?
Rage lets out a laugh that almost sounds like a grunt.
Rage: Cut the crap. You know you want the titles back. If anyone is the chicken shit around here, it’s you.
Jamie: Oh, so I’m a chicken shit, huh? I’m pushing your buttons, and you are the one who doesn’t have the sack to hit me! HIT ME MOTHERF*CKER!
Jamie reaches over to the catering table, and he snatches a plate with deli meats spread on it, and he begins smacking himself over the head with it as hard as he can.
Jamie: Come on you pansy, hit me! You know you want to!
Jamie breathes heavily as a slice of ham slowly drips down his face. Spit flies from his mouth when he is in his own fit of rage.
Rage stares at Jamie, almost in shock over Jamie’s complete change of attitude. He suddenly cracks a smile and laughs as he grabs the slice of ham then throws it to the ground. He glares at Jamie once, then suddenly shoves him hard, sending him against the wall.
Rage: That’s about all the abuse you’re gonna get from me, idiot. Why don’t you take this f**king pity party attitude, and get rid of it. Better yet, use this attitude of yours in the ring instead of giving up. You’re telling me you’re really going to sit back and watch as Sean and Wyatt walk around with OUR tag team titles around their waists?
Jamie’s face lights up just a bit as Rage shoves him against the wall. He looks into the intensity in Rage’s eyes and he cracks a smile. He laughs as he holds his hands up in surrender.
Jamie: Dude, you totally fell for it! I can’t believe you thought I was serious. I’m not gonna let those two panty wastes run around with our belts. They are ours! Let’s see if we can play a little game with them now…
Jamie pats Rage on the back and then he turns to walk away. As he does, he notices Rage staring at him for just a moment. Jamie’s usually playful face twists into an almost Spike-like sadistic smile as he continues to walk off.
The camera opens up backstage just outside the locker room of The New X-Tremes. SCW Reporter Pussy Willow is about to knock on the door, when Spike Staggs walks up next to her.
Spike: Well if it isn't the lovely miss Pussy Willow. Here for an interview I take it?
PW: Yes, actually, I was hoping to get a quick word in with Misty about tonight's main event.
Spike: She's just inside. Let me go get her for you.
Spike stops just as he is about to open the door. Misty's voice is heard, but no one else is heard talking. Spike turns back to Pussy Willow.
Spike: Sounds like she's busy. I guess you'll have to come back another time.
Pussy Willow is about to protest but Spike gives her a look that says "later" and she has no choice but to walk away. Spike opens the door to the locker room where Misty is seated. She quickly grabs her cell phone, acting as though she were on a call.
Spike: Who were you talking to?
Misty: I, uh, was just checking in with Dixie. Everything is fine.
Spike nods his head slowly, taking note of Misty's apparent lying.
Spike: Ok, so I think you need to address this whole situation with Kittie and the Sins.
Misty: What situation? There is no situation.
Spike: Not yet, but...
Misty: But nothing. I'm not Kittie's keeper. She can do whatever the hell she wants. If she wants to be a part of the Sins, let her. I'm not going to cry over it and beg her to change her mind. Jamie needs to grow some balls and end that joke of a marriage before she hurts him anymore than she already has. There really is nothing else to discuss about the new Sin of Envy.
Spike is about to say something, but Misty doesn't give him the chance.
Misty: I need to go for a walk. I'll be back in a few minutes.
Misty then gets up and walks past Spike and out of the lockerroom without another word. Spike stands there, confused, and scratches his forehead.
Spike: Ooookay then. That went well...
Justin Decent: The following contest is a tag team match. Now entering the ring, at a combined weight of three hundred and sixty-five pounds, they are Radical and Narly…
THE SURF BOYS!!!
Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.
“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.
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
As the bell rings, Scanlon clotheslines Narly to the mat and Hangman does the same to Radical. Radical rolls out of the ring and Hangman follows, throwing hard shots at the young surf boy and knocking him down to the ground. Hangman scowls and strolls back to his corner. In the ring Scanlon stamps viciously on Narly as he lays against the bottom rope. Scanlon grabs Narly to his feet and drills him with a huge, stiff shot to the jaw, forcing Narly backwards against the ropes. Narly bounces forward and Scanlon drops him with another stiff right hand. Scanlon grabs Narly towards his corner by his long hair and tags in Hangman. Hangman steps in to the ring and Scanlon holds Narly up for Hangman to hit in the gut. Hangman pushes Radical in to his corner and starts to unload with huge body shots, hitting him in the stomach and ribs. Hangman tags Scanlon in, who does the same, hittting Narly in the ribs, before tagging Hangman back in to the ring
Simone: The Aristocrats making quick tags to each other.
Adams: These guys are proper old school tag team wrestlers. In fact they were probably a team when old school was known as new school
Hangman throws Narly to the floor and starts to stamp on him before grabbing him to his feet and nailing him with an uppercut to the jaw. Narly stumbles back and Hangman grabs hold of his head, lifting him over with a huge suplex, slamming Narly to the ground. Hangman puts the boots to Narly, stomping away at his chest before picking the young man up. As Narly stands in the ring dazed, Hangman moves backwards, springing off the ropes and nailing Narly in the head with the bionic elbow. Hangman pulls Narly by the hair across the ring to his corner and tags in Big Steve Scanlon. Scanlon puts his boot up on the top rope and Hangman rams Narly's face in to it. Scanlon enters the ring and looks at Narly. Hangman steps off the ring apron and moves towards the commentary table, yelling towards both Jason and Belinda
Simone: Yes Chett, we get it, you're winning, now get back to your match
Hangman scowls at the commentary team and moves back towards his corner. In the ring, Scanlon has Narly on his feet. He throws the surf boy in to the corner and follows him in, attempting a splash, but Narly puts his feet up on the top rope and and allowing Scanlon to crash in to the corner. Narly quickly jumps on the second rope as Scanlon leaves his back towards him. Narly jumps off the ropes, planting both feet on Scanlon's back, forcing Scanlon to the canvas. Scanlon slides across the ring on his stomach with Narly on his back, his arms out as if he was riding a surf board
Adams: Cowabunga duuuuuuude!
Narly hops off of Scanlon's back and tags in Radical. Radical leaps over the top rope and runs towards Scanlon, sliding down and catching the Aristocrat in the face with a baseball slide. Scanlon gets to his feet, holding his face and Radical jumps up for a dropkick, but misses Scanlon by two clear feet. Scanlon looks down at Radical, as Radical lays on the floor, scratching his head with a confused look on his blank face. Radical gets to knees and looks up at Scanlon, the cowboy angrily looking down at Radical with an icy cold stare. Radical quickly crawls under Scanlon's legs, tripping him over and sending the bigger man face first to the canvas.
Adams: Big Steve's dentist may be making some money in the morning
Scanlon punches the ground in frustration at his opponents idiot actions, but Radical drops a leg across Big Steve's head. Radical stands next to Steve and runs towards the ropes, using the middle rope as a springboard he jumps backwards and nails Steve with a flying elbow across the back of the neck. Radical springs back to his feet and looks at the crowd, posing as if he was on a surf board, but as he turns around, Hangman charges in the ring and knocks Radical down with a running big boot!
Simone: Come on ref, he's not the legal man!
The crowd boo as Hangman leaves the ring and returns to his corner. Radical looks dazed on the floor and Scanlon picks the surf boy to his feet and whips him in to the corner where Hangman is awaiting a tag. Scanlon nails Radical with a drop toehold, sending him face first in to the middle turnbuckle, before Scanlon reaches out to Hangman and tags him in to the ring. Hangman steps in, menace in his eyes and kicks Radical in the ribs. Radical rolls over and Hangman just grabs him to his feet by his hair. He whips Radical in to the ropes. As Radical returns, he slides under Hangman's legs and gets to his feet. Radical taps Hangman on the shoulder, and Hangman moves his head from side to side. As Hangman spins around, Radical leaps high and nails him with a huge kick to the side of the face.
Simone: Great enziguri from Radical
Radical crawls towards his corner and tags in Narly. Narly charges in and instantly nails Hangman with a high leg clothesline, catch him under the jaw and flying backwards in to the corner. Narly charges at Hangman again and leaps up on to the second rope in the corner. He drops two punches on to Hangman's head and jumps, planting his feet in to Hangman's stomach and jumping backwards with a monkey flip. Hangman lands hard against the mat and Narly quickly jumps on Hangman's stomach, using him and a surf board, before jumping off and raising his arms in the air for the fans. Narly leans against the ropes and waits for Hangman to get to his feet. As he does, Narly runs at Hangman and jumps in the air, wrapping his legs around Hangman head, with a flying head scissors, but the force sends Hangman in to his own corner, where he tags in Scanlon
Adams: Big ol' angry Steve in the ring
Scanlon charges at Narly, but Narly ducks and kicks him square in the seat of his pants, forcing him down to the mat. The crowd laugh at Narly's antics.
Simone: Not sure making Steve more angrier is the right way to go
Adams: But he kicked him in the arse, that's funny stuff!
A growl comes from Steve's direction as he gets to his feet, grabbing Narly around the throat with both hands. He lifts Narly from the floor, and Narly kicks his legs in the air, almost as if he's running, and catches Steve in the gut. Scanlon drops Narly and Narly bounces off the ropes but Narly gets caught out as Scanlon picks him up and drops him in a sidewalk slam. Scanlon leans back against the rope, waiting for Narly to get to his feet and nods at Hangman. Hangman nods back and Scanlon, spins and nails Radical with a spinning back fist, while he stands on the apron, sending Radical flying backwards off the apron and in to the ring barrier.
Simone: Cheap shot!
Hangman quickly jumps through the ring ropes and he and Scanlon charges at Narly, nailing him with a sandwhiched clothesline. The referee yells at Hangman to leave the ring, but Hangman ignores Drew Patton. They pick up Narly and Irish whips him to the ropes. Scanlon steps forward and lifts the returning Narly with a backbody drop, Hangman catches him in mid air and slams him down hard with a sitout powerbomb!
Simone: Holy god!
As Narly lays motionless, Scanlon goes for the pin
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2...
3!
Justin: The winners of the match ... The Aristocrats!
Simone: One pin, one win!
Adams: The Aristocrats did not waste a move in that ring. They picked apart the Surf Boys and will be looking good for a tag team title shot at Blaze Of Glory
The scene cuts to a video, which has printed across the bottom of the screen, "LIVE, VIA SATELLITE, FROM LAS VEGAS, NV". Sitting in front of the camera, ready to address the SCW audience is none other than SCW's #1 Contender, Nick Jones.
Nick: Well folks, here I am. SCW's Co-Presidents couldn't fathom the idea of not having their biggest star on the show, so they made sure there was a satellite feed so that you can all have the opportunity to enjoy my vast superiority to every one of those clowns actually stepping in that ring tonight.
The sounds of the fans boos from inside of the arena can be heard in the background, as Nick smirks at the response.
Nick: You know, I was told how there should be no reason I couldn't make it out for that show. I'm out here in Vegas and you all are in... whatever the hell that town is, but apparently, it's just outside of Vegas. That's great and all, but frankly I don't have time to be wasting with that nonsense, you should all considered yourselves endlessly lucky that I'm even appearing here for you now. The truth is, there's no reason for a worldwide superstar like me to be going out to some little garbage dump in the crappy Vegas suburbs, especially not on a night like tonight. I'm far too big and important to waste my time on that, and that will be made that much more true in just a few hours, as by the end of this night, the man you are looking at now will be sporting the SCW Championship around his waste.
An intensified set of boos can be heard again in the background.
Nick: You may as well all just accept that fact right now. I understand there's so many of you that can't help but be jealous and somehow try to blame me for that, and thinkk I'm the problem. It's not my fault that I'm smarter, stronger, better looking, and well... the list goes on. None of that changes that I am the greatest this business has ever seen, and so perhaps it's about time you all get over your inferiority complexes, and stop trying to pretend that I'm really the problem. Like it or not, starting today and for as long as I feel like it being the case, I WILL be the SCW Champion. You can either try to make all the excuses you want for why I'm the problem, and make yourselves all miserable, or just accept that I'm the best there is. Better than you, better than the other SCW superstars, and better than any of the clowns that have come before me in any of these other companies. That goes for these fools over here in the NeWA too, who clearly have no idea what they're in for tonight. In the end though, at least this place here provides me with the opportunity to be on the international stage that the World truly deserves to have me on, so everyone can be reminded of my dominance over this industry. Not to mention, I can enjoy being where I deserve to be, the high end luxury sweets of a real Vegas high-rise, rather in some dank, dumpy garbage dump in some useless place nobody has ever heard of.
More boos echo throughout the arena, but are simply ignored by Nick.
Nick: But fear not, because as much as I really am too good for SCW and all of you people, once I'm done doing what I will do tonight, I'll be sure to make my way back anyway, as there's still way too much business for me to take care of. Consider yourselves lucky, because none of you even really deserve to see me, but you will again anyway, and the next time you do, I'll be the reigning SCW Champion. That alone should be enough to remind you that I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.
Without another word, Nick just stands up from where he was sitting and walks off camera, until a moment later the feed cuts off and the screen goes to black.
”GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!”
The lights dim just a bit as the New X-Treme’s video begins playing along with their theme, “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch. Spike Staggs leads the way to the ring in an energetic manner, getting the audience riled up as Jordan Williams quickly follows after. He makes a quick pose, raising his arm up, giving it a quick peck before going to the opposite side of the entryway to get the other side riled up. Misty comes down the center, wasting no time as she dashes down the ramp, and into the ring. Behind them, Casey Williams comes out, looking from side to side as he comes down the center. The audience goes crazy as the three men make a mad dash toward the ring. Spike and Jordan slide under the bottom rope as the monstrous Casey simply pulls himself slowly onto the ring apron. He climbs over the top rope, and each X-Treme takes a turnbuckle, getting the crowd more and more riled up. Finally, Spike leaps down from his turnbuckle and retrieves a microphone. He slowly paces back and forth, waiting for the music and the fans cheers to die down a bit.
”NXT! NXT! NXT!”
Spike: Tonight! Tonight, Sin City Wrestling brings Climax Control to HENDERSON, NEVADA!
Spike nods his head in approval as he gets the cheap pop he was looking for. He shrugs his shoulders with no shame before he looks up at the thousands in attendance. His smile fades just a touch as he turns around to face the other direction.
Spike: Full house here tonight I see… But, that’s not it folks! SCW is also playing host to NWA’s WrestleClassic at the MGM Grand Garden Arena back in the city!
Spike nods his head, raising his hands into the air to raise the volume. Misty helps coach them on as well. Spike looks toward the entrance ramp for a moment as the camera pans the audience.
Spike: That’s right… Tonight, we are hosting WrestleClassic. That’s pretty great, isn’t it? But what do the SCW fans get to look forward to? A new SCW… HEAVYWEIGHT… CHAMPION!
Spike spits into the microphone with his intensity. He seems really enthusiastic about ushering in the NWA, but then his expression turns grim.
Spike: But then I remembered who we have representing the mighty SCW. On one hand, we’ve got Blade Alexander… I know, terrible isn’t it? A man whose ego actually holds a flame to that of Nick Jones, and almost as much of a disappointment when you look at all the hype surrounding their egos. Blade Alexander is a crybaby, crying conspiracy like a UFO fanatic, when he just flat out sucks!
While the audience boos at the mentioning of Blade Alexander’s name, they cheer at Spike’s closing statement. Again, he shrugs his shoulders and then walks over to the opposite end of the ring.
Spike: I almost hope you win tonight buddy. I would love to restore some honor to that belt after you have your one night stand with it. But.. I want to kick your ass just a little bit less than your opponent, Nick Jones’. You see, he wants to talk all kinds of trash on me, but what he doesn’t realize is that you fans aren’t stupid. You see through his bullshit, and you know who the real talent was in our old stable. And all three of the best members are in this ring right now… So, Nick. When you are done being a passing phase, I will take that belt off your hands and bring it to the level of respect it had when Gabriel inaugurated the belt.
Spike looks intensely into the camera, his smile growing that much more sadistic. He bares his teeth for just a moment before looking away, and back to the audience.
Spike: So… Tonight, New X-Treme’s have talked it over, and we plan to invade WrestleClassic tonight in an effort to save you from the boredom that is… Nick Jones Vs. Blade Alexander! We….
Just then, the lights go out except the spotlight that stalks Spike alone. He clinches his jaw as he looks up at its blinding light, and then to the screen that begins playing a little video. An image of Rix Usher is seen in a parking lot when the sound of screeching tires startles him, a black car running him down. The video watches as he rolls across the hood of the car, and then it rewinds, playing it over, and over as a laughter can be heard in the background. The video slows down, and in a split instant, you can see Spike’s face in the drivers seat, clear as day. He wears an evil grin, taking joy in his actions in the picture, but in the ring, he is on his knees, whiter than usual. He drops the microphone as he holds his hands over his temples in disbelief.
”You surely remember this, Spike. Running me over. Let me show you something else that you have not seen.”
Just then, a fuzzy handheld camcorder, showing the current time, walks up Spike and Misty’s porch. A hand rests on the window frame as it looks in to see Spike and Misty’s son and daughter sitting on the floor, watching cartoons. A sinister laugh is heard when Misty’s sister, Desiree, walks into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Just then, the hand moves from the window frame to the door handle. He jiggles it a bit, and it pops open.
”Well, what do you know. Open… Maybe I should introduce myself as the man their daddy tried to kill, hm?”
Misty runs up behind Spike, shaking him as he stays frozen on his knees. She shouts at him and points to the screen as she continues to shake him. He picks up the microphone and begins shouting into it.
Spike: I’M SORRY! I’M FUCKING SORRY! What do you want from me? What the hell do you want from me? What else can I do? I deserve it, not my family!
Spike dashes out of the ring, and up the ramp, followed quickly by Misty, and then Jordan and Casey follow after them in a hurry. Rix’s laughter is heard echoing as the lights return to normal, and the screen fades, showing a shot of “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward sitting back in his office, enjoying a good laugh at these misfortunes.
HS: Spike, it's time for the games to truly begin. For all these years, you've gone unpunished. You've sat at home and forced this to the back of your mind, but at Blaze Of Glory Spike, you will meet your maker, it will be time to look in to the eyes of the unknown. I recommend you and Jordan watch this space, because next week Spike, I will be changing your future for the worst. I got something just for you
The scene fades out as Hot Stuff smiles at the camera
Justin: The following match is for the Roulette title, and is a HARDCORE MATCH! 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.
Justin: And his opponent, he is from the Far Reaches of Sanity, weighing 165 pounds. He is the current Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, 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, the SCW Roulettle title over his shoulder, and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.
Vs LUCIAN FROST
HARDCORE MATCH FOR THE ROULETTE TITLE
Kennedy quickly kicks Lucian Frost low, connecting with a kick to the....
Adams: Right in the jewels!
Simone: Kennedy taking advantage of the no disqualification aspect to this match
Frost goes down to his knees and Kennedy uses the time to get out of the ring. Kennedy searches under the ring, pulling out weapons. He reaches down and throws two chairs in to the ring, followed by a trash can, a broom, and a kendo stick. Matthew searches further and finds a table, pulling it from under the ring and sliding it under the bottom rope. Kennedy slides back in the ring.
Simone: Kennedy bringing in the hardware now
Kennedy quickly picks up the broom and holds it in the air. As Frost returns to his feet, Kennedy slams it down across the champions head. Frost rolls over as he hits the floor and Matthew raises the broom and slams it down hard across the back of Frost. Frost yells out in pain and Kennedy hits him again, breaking the broom handle over his back. Kennedy tosses the broom down to the ground and picks Frost to his feet, jarring a right hand in to the jaw. He grabs Frost by the head and hooks him up, lifting his masked opponent over with a quick snap suplex.
Simone: Kennedy taking it to the champion
Kennedy picks Frost up and throws him against the ropes, catching him with a huge clothesline as he returns. Kennedy stamps on Frost's head and picks up a chair. Hitting it on the floor, goading Frost to return to his feet. As he does, Kennedy swings the chair, but Frost ducks out of the way. Kennedy turns around, wildly swinging the chair behind him, but again, Frost ducks the chair swing and jumps up nails Kennedy with a mule kick to the face, forcing him to drop the chair and sending Kennedy backwards into the corner. Frost looks around the the cheers of the crowd and waits for a second. Glancing across at Kennedy in the corner, Frost starts to run. He jumps through the air and catches Kennedy with a flying elbow to the top of his head. Frost looks around the ring and sees the kendo stick on the floor. He moves quickly towards it and uses his foot to flip the stick in to his hand. He turns around quickly as Kennedy moves towards him and swings for the fences, catching Kennedy on the side of the head. The force spins Kennedy around and Frost puts the stick across Kennedy's throat and drops him backwards with a white Russian legsweep!
Simone: Frost has turned this one around
Frost lays the kendo stick across Kennedy's throat as he lays on the ground and stands at his head. Frost jumps up in the air and lands on both ends of the stick, snapping it across Kennedy's throat. Frost slides outside the ring, searching underneath, and finds a drinks cooler.
Adams: I wouldn't touch that Frost, that could be the bosses beer
Frost takes a can of drink out of the cooler and gets back in the ring. Kennedy gets back to his feet and Frost drills him in the head with it
Adams: Mmmmm refreshing
Frost opens the can, allowing the beverage to spray all over Kennedy, getting a cheer from the fans. Frost grabs Kennedy by the head and drills the can in to his face one more time before throwing it over the ropes. Frost picks up a chair and looks at Kennedy, placing the chair across the young Englishman's face. Frost steps back and runs towards the ropes, he springs back and jumps in the air, crashing down on the chair and across Kennedy's face.
Simone: Frost risking his own body for that one
Adams: How do you know he has a body? He could be a robot under that bodysuit and be like in that movie Real Steel.... damn awful movie, but he could be a robot
Simone: And you could be an idiot
Adams: I could? Thank you!
Frost rolls over, covering his lower back with his hands, while Kennedy holds his face. Frost uses the ropes to get himself back to his feet, while Kennedy gets on his knees. Frost runs towards Kennedy, but Kennedy springs to his feet, grabbing the chair and slamming it on top of Frost's head. Frost falls backwards, like a freshly cut tree and lands flat out. Kennedy goes for the cover
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2...
Frost gets a shoulder up
Simone: I thought Frost was out cold then.
Adams: I see what you did there, Frost, cold, I get it
Kennedy shoots referee Drew Patton a sharp look and gets up. He picks up a table and leans it in to the corner of the ring and looks at the fallen Frost. He grabs him up to his feet and lifts him in a spinebuster position. He charges Frost towards the table and drills him through it!
Simone: If Kennedy did that last week, he'd be a champion by now
Kennedy pushes away the remains of the table and pulls Frost out of the wreckage and attempts another pin, but Frost pushes Kennedy off before the ref could drop down. Kennedy looks again at Drew Patton, shouting at him
Simone: Kennedy has a huge chip on his shoulder with this referee
Adams: Spitting at him last week was a step too far
Kennedy gets in Patton's face, but Frost sneeks up behind him and pulls him down in a schoolboy pin, Patton drops down for the count
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Kennedy gets a shoulder up
Simone: Matthew Kennedy nearly cost himself this one
Kennedy gets up shocked by Frost nails him with a spinning heel kick, sending him back first in to the ropes. Frost charges at Kennedy and clotheslines him over the top rope, the force of the move also taking Frost over the top too. Frost lands on his feet while Kennedy lands on his back. Frost picks Kennedy up and lifts him above his head, but Kennedy slides down the back of his and pushes Frost front first in to the barricades. Frost stumbles backwards, and Kennedy wraps his arms around Frost's waist and lifts him over his head and drops him with a German suplex on the outside. Kennedy picks Frost up and throws him towards the ring steps, but Frost jumps on them and flies backwards with a springboard back elbow to the jaw of Kennedy!
Simone: Great reversal from Frost.
Frost picks Kennedy up and throws him in the ring. As Frost gets close, Kennedy springs to his knees and his Frost with a low blow.
Simone: Second time in this match Kennedy has hit Frost low
Adams: It's no DQ, he can do it if he wants.
Kennedy picks up a chair and drops it in to position. He grabs Frost and puts his head between his legs, looking for the Prime Time Special, but Frost reverses it in to a backbody drop. Frost picks up the chair and nails Kennedy in the head with it, as he tries to return to his feet. Frost drops the chair on Kennedy's chest and looks to the top rope. Frost springs to the top rope with one huge jump from the ground and spins around, looking at Kennedy before leaping off and landing on the chair and Matthew Kennedy
Simone: ICE FALLS!
Drew Patton, with a smile on his face, drops down to count
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3!
Justin: Here is the winner of the Hardcore match, and STILL Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion ... Lucian Frost!
Simone: Lucian Frost retains his SCW Roulette championship
Adams: Kennedy was good, dirty, but good, sadly it just wasn't enough to take the gold from SCW's man of mystery, Frost
The scene starts in the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. Mark is seen sitting on his desk on the phone
HS: Yeah, Blaze of Glory is gonna be great, every champion will be in action, pretty much the whole roster is gonna be out there. We have the best from the independant wrestling world out there, we have new guys taking their chances to shine, and some big surprises lined up. It's gonna be our best show to date. You thought December 2 Dismember was something special, you wait till you see Blaze Of Glory on the 19th Febuary
A knock on the door is heard
HS: I gotta go.
Hot Stuff puts down the phone and looks up to see Kain standing before him
Kain: You wanted to see me?
HS: I do Kain
Hot Stuff stands up, putting a hand on Kain's shoulder. Kain looks at Hot Stuff's hand and steps away
Kain: Well...?
Hot Stuff raises an eyebrow
HS: I can see you're not the touchy, feely type. Anyway, I've been watching you bud, I've been watching you take my roster apart one at a time and I see clear potential in you. Now you've done well in your career so far, destorying those amateurs over in AWA before they treated you like dog crap, but you can always do better
Kain: You brought me in here for a pep talk? Is that it?
HS: No Kain, I brought you in here to give you an oppotunity, one so great that right now, the whole roster is gonna sit there and be jealous. You see, it's only a matter of time before gold heads in your direction, we both know that, but you need a little extra help. Now everything I touch turns to gold here, I have the power to take someone's career and help it sky rocket.
Kain: I don't need your help to do that.
HS: Oh you do Kain. You must have been watching that little bitch Spike, trying to bring me down, trying to rebel and act like a snotty brat, but a lot of that I think is jealousy, because he wasn't given the oppotunity you are about to be given.
Kain: Cut the crap and get to the point
HS: As you wish. I want you to join me Kain, I want you to come and join me, Nick, Rix, Angelica, and rid the SCW of these New Xtreme nobodies. In exchange, I will take you to the top, I will put you in matches you never thought possible. I will make you a legend. Join us Kain, let me turn you in to the monster you deserve to be.
Kain: So basically, you want me to get invovled in your pissing contest with people I couldn't give a damn about? Boss, you can take that offer, and shove it up your ass! I don't need you to make myself look good, I already am good. I'm the most talented and well rounded fighter on your roster, I don't need your help to look better, because I will take whatever you put in front of me, and rip it to shreads. I do things my way, without the help of anyone.
Hot Stuff looks disappointed
HS: Are you sure that's what you want to do?
Kain doesn't answer, he turns around and heads to the door
HS: Suit yourself
Hot Stuff grabs Kain's head and slams it against the door of the office, taking him by surprise. Kain falls to the floor and Hot Stuff grabs a stapler from his desk and drills it in to Kain's head. He drops the stapler and starts to throw heavy fists in to his face, holding him down with his left hand and nailing him with his right. Hot Stuff drags a weary Kain to his feet and holds him up with a hand around the throat, up against a wall
HS: Do you know how many people would have liked that offer I made you? Everyone! Everyone knows my influence on this place and you coulda had it all. I could have gave you it all Kain.
Hot Stuff punches Kain in the face with his free hand
HS: You coulda had the lot, but you made your choice. Thing is Kain, and that pissant Spike will back this up, I always get what I want and you WILL take orders from me like a good little solider, or I will make your life hell, you understand?
Hot Stuff opens his office door and throw Kain through it, just as Angelica walks towards the door. She looks at Hot Stuff
Angelica: He said no?
Hot Stuff looks at her
HS: For now.
Hot Stuff and Angelica enter the office as the scene fades out
The lights dim into a spotlight over the six-sided ring and Justin Decent stands ready with the house microphone in hand.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your main event of Climax Control!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: It is scheduled for one fall, and features Bombshell tag team action!
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.
Justin: Introducing first! Making her way to the ring, from Austin, Texas, weighing 145 pounds ... Raynin!
Raynin 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 toward 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 partner.
Justin: Her tag team partner is formerly from Chicago, Illinois and now calls Las Vegas, Nevada her home! Weighing 130 pounds ... 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 turns to Raynin and both Bombshells lean in and whisper strategy to one another.
Justin: Their opponents! First from Los Angeles, California, weighing 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, she 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 playing to the crowd as she waits for her partner.
Justin: Her partner is from Henderson, Nevada, weighing 120 pounds, she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion ... Kittie!
The lights in the arena fade out as a blue glow overtakes the stage. Blue whirls take over the screen, and smoke lifts up from the stage. The smoke whirls around, and “Broken Pieces” by Aocalyptica plays. A gust of wind blows papers, and signs across the stage. Kittie walks out onto the stage. Her black eye liner drips slightly down her face, as if done on purpose. Her face is very solemn as she just stands there. She looks up to the rafters and slowly looks back down. The arena lights come back on, changed to blue, and the smoke rises once more, whirling around. She walks down to the ring, taking her time, with energy in each step. She gets to the head of the ring, and slides in underneath the bottom rope. 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.
Adams: Kittie is not in a good mood!
Simone: Is she ever? One would think she'd be somewhat more positive now that she joined the Seven Deadly Sins.
Adams: You'd think but I've known Synn for years and he's as likely to exploit her as comfort her.
Kittie drops down from the corner and Brooklyn steps up to talk strategy with her but Kittie shoves her away and suddenly charges across the ring and tackles Raynin to the mat!Adams: It looks like we're underway whether we're ready or not!
Vs 
BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MAIN EVENT!
Referee Drew Patton tries to intervene but Kittie is atop of Raynin and pounding away at her head with repeated right fist shots! Kittie then starts slapping the woman across the face with both hands when Raynin tires of these tactics. She grabs Kittie and throws her over so that she is now on top! She has two handfuls of the champion's hair and shakes her head wildly with only her hair as a handle. Raynin drives a fist into Kittie's head before dragging her up by the hair and she whips her the length of the ring by her shoulder-length tresses!
Adams: OOOOUUUCH!
Kittie immediately rolls out of the ring but Raynin pushes her way past Drew and ducks outside. Kittie grabs her by the foot and pulls her down and slams Raynin's head into the apron. Misty comes running over to try and break the fight up but Brooklyn dashes over and grabs her in a headlock, prying her away from her partner.
Simone: I think Misty was just trying to get things back in the ring but Brooklyn looks like she just wants to get the fight underway, inside or outside of the ring!
Adams: Yeah given the way Kittie is treating her I doubt she was doing it to protect the champ.
Brooklyn and Misty struggle as Carter tries getting the former champion into the ring but Misty fights her off, driving short-range fists into her side and then plowing into her, knocking her back into the steps.
Simone: They need to get this inside of the ring! It's a disaster waiting to happen!
Adams: I think it's a disaster already happening! What are you talking about?
Kittie tries to throw Raynin into the barricade but Raynin reverses it and sends Kittie against the steel instead. Kittie staggers forward, holding her back, and Raynin runs right into her with a clothesline, knocking her to the floor!
Simone: Drew needs to get order restored!
Adams: Do you see him trying to separate these four hell cats?
Misty and Brooklyn are swinging, trading punches to each other's beautiful faces until Carter lashes out with a boot, doubling Misty over. Brooklyn then rolls her inside of the ring and crawls in after her.
Simone: Finally!
Brooklyn Irish whips Misty into the ropes and Misty leaps for a Lou Thez press but Brooklyn catches her and throws her over with an overhead suplex. Misty lands hard and Brooklyn dives atop of her in a cover and hooks the leg!
1.....
2.....Raynin slides inside of the ring and quickly breaks the count up.
Adams: Now this is teamwork! Unlike what we're seeing between Brooklyn and Kittie.
Drew orders Raynin back to her own corner as Brooklyn tags in Kittie.
Adams: Here comes the champ!
Kittie climbs in and sneers at her partner before grabbing at Misty, a friend and today opponent, and Misty pulls her right into an inside cradle!
1.....
2..... Kittie kicks out!
Simone: Kittie almost got caught by surprise there!
Misty grabs her by the arm and twists her into an arm ringer and she tags Raynin officially into the match!
Simone: Raynin and Kittie had one hell of a title match just a few weeks ago and they tore the ring apart!
Adams: It looked like a blue light sale at Macy's!
The fans cheer as Raynin climbs up top and comes off with a sledgehammer blow to Kittie's exposed arm. Raynin then grabs her arm and drags it behind her back in a hammerlock but Kittie raches behind her for a handful of hair and drops to her knees, snapmaring Raynin over the hard way. The two women leap to their feet and engage in a fierce stare down when Kittie walks right up to her and both women start trash talking. Kittie plants both hands into the bigger woman's chest and pushes her back a few steps.
Adams: She's confident. You gotta give her that.
Raynin steps back up and slaps Kittie so hard the champion is spun around. She holds her face and Raynin dropkicks her in the back, propelling her right into the corner. Raynin climbs to the middle turnbuckle, pinning Kittie in face-first and she starts pounding away at her head with the fans counting along!
"One! ... Two! ... Three! ... Four! ... Five! ... Six! ..."
When Brooklyn comes running into the ring. She ducks her head between Raynin's legs and pulls her off of the corner in an Electric Chair and collapses backward, driving Raynin into the mat.
Simone: Well at least one member of that team knows how to work together.
Misty comes charging in and she clotheslines Brooklyn, knocking her to the mat. The referee orders Misty back to her corner as Brooklyn tags herself back into the match and goes to work on Raynin. Kittie argues with Drew about leaving the ring as Brooklyn Irish whips Raynin into the ropes and she catches her with a flying wheel kick to the head! Raynin goes down and Brooklyn makes the cover.
1.....
2..... Misty dashes in and baseball slides into Carter's head, knocking her off of her partner.
Adams: I guess it's time to fight fire with fire.
Misty exits the ring at the referee's demand, and Brooklyn gets up, holding her head. She Irish whips Raynin into the ropes and Kittie reaches in and grabs a handful of Raynin's hair, yanking her to the mat! Brooklyn walks over and starts shouting at Kittie for interfering with what she had planned.
Simone: I don't know what to think of this team. Kittie *was* helping her partner but it seemed now that Brooklyn didn't want the help.
Kittie just holds up her hand in the universal "talk to the hand" and an angry Brooklyn Carter turns away from her and goes back to Raynin, who scoops her up by the legs and hits a spinebuster!
Adams: maybe Raynin can get Misty back in there now!
Raynin starts pulling herself toward her corner and reaches but Brooklyn grabs her by her foot. Both women gets to their feet and Raynin turns into the move and hits a mule kick on Brooklyn, knocking her away and she makes the tag!
Simone: And here comes Misty!
A fresh Misty charges into the ring like she was on fire and levels Brooklyn with a hard shot to the head! Kittie attempts to put a stop to her and gets a dropkick as payment for her troubles! Misty sends Brooklyn into the ropes and sends her flying into the air with a back body drop that brings Carter crashing down onto her tailbone! Misty Irish whips her into the corner and follows in with a hard clothesline, then grabs him into a side headlock and uses the ropes as a springboard to plant Brooklyn's lovely face into the canvas with a bulldog! Misty with the cover!
1.....
Misty drags her up by the hair again and goes for a whip into the corner but Brooklyn reverses it. Misty runs right up the turnbuckles and comes sailing off with a corkscrew senton! Misty with the cover again!
1.....
2.....Brooklyn gets a shoulder up!
2..... Kittie runs in and grabs Misty by the foot and pulls her off.
Adams: And these two are supposed to be friends!
Simone: I'm sure they are but inside of the ring, they're opponents!
Misty stands up and stares Kittie down as the Bombshell champion steps back out through the ropes. Misty then pulls Brooklyn up and plants her with a scoop slam. Misty tags Raynin back in and peels Carter off of the mat and holds her as Raynin goes up top. Raynin jumps but Brooklyn breaks away and...
Adams: Raynin caught Misty!
Simone: She sure did! Raynin just caught her own partner with that flying kick!
Misty is down and Raynin looks caught completely off guard by what just happened. Raynin turns around and Brooklyn doubles her over with a boot to the gut. She then picks Raynin upside down and drops her with a piledriver!
Simone: Oh it's over.
Brooklyn heads to the corner to climb to the top but Kittie tags herself into the match.
Adams: What the...?
Brooklyn looks mad as Kittie runs in and grabs Raynin off of the mat and brings her over ...
Simone: Kat's Cradle!
1.....
The fans are not sure what to do or how to respond as Kittie jumps to her feet, holding her arms high in the air.
2.....
3!
Justin: Here are your winners ... Kittie and Brooklyn Carter!
Brooklyn grabs Kitte and spins her around roughly by the shoulder and Kittie promptly slaps the taste right out of her mouth! Brooklyn holds her stinging cheek and stares at the champion who just stares back -- and Brooklyn suddenly tackles her and the crowd goes wild as a slugfest ignites between the two beauties!
Simone: Oh they are not going to wait for Blaze of Glory! They're going at it now!
Brooklyn and Kittie roll around on the mat, swinging clubbing blows into each other's bodies! Misty comes up and grabs Brooklyn by the arms and drags her off of her friend.
Adams: I guess the friendship is back online now that the match is over.
Brooklyn struggles but Raynin grabs Misty by the hair from behind and pries her off of Carter. Raynin and Misty grab each other in side headlocks and they tumble over the ropes and to the floor! Misty lands on top of Raynin and she starts laying the fists into her head and stands up and starts stomping away at the prone Bombshell! Raynin manages to block a kick and takes her down to the floor and the brawl continues as Christian and Mark are seen atop the stage, beckoning to the back. Security comes running out and they start to intervene. They grab Misty and Raynin and pull them apart on the floor as both women kick and flay! The rest of the security slides into the ring and pull Kittie and Brooklyn off of one another...
Simone: Here comes Synn!
Kittie's new manager and mentor comes charging out and he jumps up onto the ring apron. He reaches in and grabs Kittie by the arm and she spins around and is about to swing when she sees who it is. Synn passes her the Bombshell belt and she clutches it tightly to her bosom when Brooklyn breaks away from the guards holding her and she leaps onto Kittie, taking her down and igniting the fans all over again! Synn drops down to the floor and pulls Kittie from the ring to relative safety. Brooklyn stands up and points a finger at Kittie who flips her off and turns around and heads to the back with Synn at her side.
Adams: God can their four corner title match get any more chaotic than what we just saw here?
Misty shoves the guard holding her away and threatens to hit him as she backs up and starts to exit the ringside area, Raynin's eyes burning into her as they go their separate ways. Raynin then looks up into the ring at Brooklyn who holds her hands to her waist, signifying the belt will soon be there.
Simone: These four Bombshells just showed exactly why they are the very best there is in the SCW, and when the gold is on the line in just three weeks, all hell is going to break loose with nothing to get in their way!
Adams: We're out of time here tonight, but it's time to switch to your local pay per view service provider, as WrestleClassic 2012 will be starting in about an hour, until next week, I'm Jason Adams, and for Belinda Simone, we'd like to thank you for joining us, and hope you enjoy WrestleClassic
A huge thank you to Chris, Mark, Derek, Erik, Maggie, Craig, Veronica Taylor, Erik, David, Frost and Joe for contributing to this show, and to all our roleplayers that make the SCW possible.