Climax Control

The Knights of Columbus Hall in Covina, California 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!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The fans in the Knights of Columbus Hall building applaud and cheer as Amanda walks out dressed as a blonde-tressed Cher in a shimmering gown. She is holding a microphone and she approaches where Justin stands and bumps her hip into his as the music suddenly starts...

Amanda: Does he love me I want to know
How can I tell if he loves me so
Is it in his eyes
Oh no, you'll be deceived
Is it in his eyes
Oh no he'll make believe
If you wanna know if he love you so, it's in his kiss
That's where it is

Is it in his face
Oh no, that's just his charm
In his warm embrace
Oh no, that's just his arms
If you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss

Oh, Oh, Oh, hug him
Squeeze him tight
To find out what you want to know
If it's love, if it really is, it's there in his kiss
Oh, oh, it's in his kiss

How 'bout the way acts
Oh no, that's not the way
You're not listening to all I say
If you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his kiss
That's where it is
Oh , oh, it's in his kiss
That's where it is

Oh, Oh, Oh, hug him
Squeeze him tight
To find out what you want to know
If it's love, if it really is, it's there in his kiss

How 'bout the way he acts
Oh no, that's not the way
You're not listenin' to all I say
If you wanna know if he loves you so it's in his kiss
That's where it is
Oh, Oh, it's in his kiss
That's where it is
Oh yeah, it's in his kiss
That's where it is
Ooh, it's in his kiss
That's where it is
It's in his kiss
That's where it is
Ooh, it's in his kiss
Ooh, it's in his kiss
Oh, it's in the kiss

The fans applaud and cheer as Justin takes Amanda and dips her low for a whopper of a kiss, much to the onlookers' amusement! He lifts her up and Amanda feigns a swoon to the floor, and Justin looks at the camera and shrugs.

Simone: Hello and welcome to SCW Climax Control

Adams: We're baaaaaaaaaaaaack. Did ya miss us?

Simone: I'm sure they did. I'm Belinda Simone, sitting next to Jason Adams, and we have a great show lined up tonight.

Adams: That's right, the boss is in the house, Hot Stuff Mark Ward has promised to give us his views on Sin City Wrestling

Simone: We also have bombshells in action as Misty, Brooklyn Carter, Gothika, Raynin, Veronica Taylor and Haily Starr all compete tonight

Adams: As well as a title defense from the mysterious Frost, as he takes on Bo Dreamwolf in the main event.

Simone: Before that though Jason, we have The Monster, Damon Synn, going one on one with the Bobby The Convict Cage in a hardcore match

Adams: We've also been told that Christian Underwood has a huge announcement, concerning.... well, I don't know what it concerns, but when Christian says huge announcement, it usually is a huge announcement.

Simone: Tonight could be a great night Jason.

Adams: If it's not, I want my money back!

Simone: Jason, SCW pays you to be here, not the other way around.

Adams: Ah yeah, anyway, let's start this show, in the words of Gwen Steffani.... whatcha waiting, whatcha waiting, whatcha waiting foooooooor




"Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to play and the fans erupt into boos as the curtain part and out steps Nick Jones, dressed in a designer suit with his SCW Heavyweight Championship belt over his shoulder and a big smile on his face. Nick slowly walks down the ramp, patting the face of his title belt all along, exchanging a few words with some rowdy fans as he goes along. Nick then climbs up the steps into the ring. He grabs a microphone from the ring announcer and as his music is cut, waits for the crowds booing to die down before speaking.

Nick: You know you should all feel honored, you really should.

The reaction to Nick's statement is, not surprisingly, more booing.

Nick: It's true. Despite the fact that I'm not even booked on tonight's card, I'm going out of my way to be here in this ring tonight. You should all be appreciative of the fact that while I could be sitting in the back on MY couch in MY lockerroom, waiting to for one of those big-jugged broads to come to me to have a quick conversation with one of them and then collect a check for it, I've brought myself out here and am making sure that you are all getting your money's worth by being gifted with the honor of the presence of your STILL reigning SCW Heavyweight Champion.

More boos follow as Nick's grin only grows.

Nick: And let's not forget, at the last SCW show we put on, this companies biggest show to date, I successfully defended this little guy against not one, but TWO different men at the same time. Just to recap, that's two more than any other SCW Heavyweight Champion in this company's entire history.

Nick confidently nods as the crowd boos some more.

Nick: I've said it before and I keep proving it to be true, I'm the best this company has to offer and time and again, I make history in this ring while superstar after superstar goes running scared out of SCW to keep from having to face me. And those foolish enough to actually stick around? Well they inevitably become just one more mark in the will column of Nick Jones. For those of you who haven't been paying attention that would be the man with the most victories in all of SCW. It's amazing how each week there's another person coming out here talking about what I haven't earned and what I didn't deserve and yet not a single one of them has a record that measures up to mine. Make all of the excuses you want, but the truth is I step in this ring time and time again, and I walk out of it with my hand raised every time, just as long as I don't have some incompetent jackass teammates dragging me down. Kain and Damon Synn were the latest two to start making such ridiculous claims, and see where it got them. There were two of them and yet still it wasn't enough to have anyone but me walk out of the building with this little baby.

Nick raises up the SCW title belt with a huge smile on his face.

Nick: I'll give our little buddy Christian some credit, he certainly did his best to put an end to my reign. Not only did he change my scheduled match for Blaze of Glory at the last minute, he also doubled up my opposition. I'm sure he thought it would work out too, but of course it didn't. I've clearly proven my dominance over both of these men, and Christian has learned his lesson. In the end, Damon Synn was the one laying on the ground, with his shoulders down for the three count.

Simone: He seems to forget the mention the little fact that the pin came off of the Malice from Kain.

Adams: Ssshh!! The champion is speaking!

Simone: Oh, give me a break.

Nick: And Kain? Well he was laying on the ground a few feet away, having been put down by yours truly just a moment earlier. I have no doubt I had my choice of either man to take the victory over, and Kain should feel lucky I was nice enough to let him keep that "L" column clean, but frankly, I was getting sick and tired of hearing Damon talk about his little "streak", and it needed to be clear who had the best record in this company. But as far as Kain goes, he still learned his lesson. He thought he could mess with one of those companies Co-Presidents, jump him from behind like a little coward. Well sorry buddy, it doesn't work that way. I bet you thought you were getting a reward with that title shot, but the truth is Hot Stuff doesn't step in the ring unless he absolutely has to these days, so he certainly won't waste his time on a nobody like you, so I was given the opportunity to take care of you myself, and I did just thought.

Simone: He must be kidding, Nick barely pulled that victory right out from under Kain's nose.

Adams: Say what you want, but Nick won and Kain lost. It's nice to see the company's champion is willing to stand up for the company's owners.

Simone: That's certainly an interesting interpretation.

Nick: So in the end, it looks like I had two different jobs two weeks ago. One as a wrestler, the other as a teacher, because I taught both of those men lessons they will not soon forget. Damon learned that he could talk all he wanted about his little streak, but when he had to step in the ring against a real competitor, he never stood a chance. And Kain I think learned once and for all, that you simply don't mess with the boss. I have a feeling this will be the last we ever hear of this silly little Hot Stuff verses Kain nonsense. Combine all of that with the amazing charity work I provided to all of you tonight, by coming out here and giving the gift of my presence I think that just once again confirms what you all already know... I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.

Nick smirks and drops the mic as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts through the arena. Nick climbs out of the ring and then walks up the ramp, holding the belt up high as he smiles widely before heading through the curtain to the back.

Simone: What a cocky jackass.

Adams: Didn't you hear? He's not cocky, he's...

Simone: I swear if you finish that sentence I'll slap the taste out of your mouth.




In the ring, the busty masked Bombshell, Haley Starr, is testing out the ring warming up as "Ass Back Home" by Gym Class Heroes plays through the speakers.

Justin Decent: Tonight’s contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, hailing from Sydney, Australia… Standing at five foot, six inches 119 pounds, she is… HALEY STARR!

Simone: Such potential from this one. As I have heard, Haley Starr was one of the brightest talents of Diva eXtreme Wrestling.

Adams: She sure wears the hell out of that mask…

“Chick Habit” by April March hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans and from the back

Justin Decent: And her opponent, weighing in at 116 pounds, standing at five feet eight inches, and coming to us from Las Angeles, California… She is Sin City Wrestling’s only supermodel wrestler… VERONICA TAYLOR!

Veronica Taylor enters with an arrogant smirk on her face. As the fans boo her she yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos and then she keeps up her walking the run way strut down to the ring stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show herself off with some poses showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring side doing another arrogant model pose before whipping her boots off and then she orders the ref to hold the ring rope down which he does she then enters the ring walking around with her hands in the air posing some more yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class or something along those lines as her music cuts she waits for her opponent, as she takes off her necklace and places it in the corner she then stands by it leaning on the rope.

VS HAILY STARR
BOMBSHELL MATCH

Simone: Veronica Taylor might not be the cockiest wrestler on the roster, but she definitely gives Nick Jones a run for his money.

Adams: Wait, how can she be cocky if…

There is a static in Jason’s microphone as Belinda smacks him across the back of the head. Inside the ring, Haley steps forward with her hand extended to Veronica in a show of good sportsmanship. Veronica stares at the hand and flips her hair back as she laughs. She stares at Haley in the eyes, but reaches back and smacks the taste out of her mouth. She stumbles back a bit but Veronica rushes in with her hands around Haley’s neck.

Adams: Why can’t every show start off like this? I have a feeling we might have a wardrobe malfunction before too long, and I’m not going to miss it this time!

Simone: Every week, I think you couldn’t possibly get any more ridiculous, and every week you prove me wrong…

The referee shouts at Veronica as she tackles Haley down to the ground. She tangles her fingers up in Haley’s hair and begins banging her head against the mat with ferocity. She shouts at Haley, asking her if she’s had enough, before she gets up. She lays a few boots in for good measure before soaking up the boos of the audience. She goes to pick Haley up from the mat, but Haley trips her up with a drop toe hold. Veronica’s head bounces off of the mat. She holds the side as Haley drops her knees across Veronica’s back.

Simone: It looks like the newbie is really taking it to Veronica Taylor. Here we see a picture perfect German Suplex.

Adams: A picture says a thousand words, but you only need one to describe that move. “Damn!”

Haley holds it into a bridge pin, and the referee slides down to the mat for the count.

1!

2!

Adams: And a kick out by Veronica Taylor. I didn’t think she would go down so easily.

Simone: You had a thought? That’s new.

Haley picks Veronica up and sets her up for a body slam, but Veronica hits a series of elbows to the side of Haley’s head. She slides down the back and rushes Haley into the corner hard. As they rebound, Veronica goes for a roll up pin, but Haley rolls all the way over locking Veronica into another pin. The ref drops down for a count, but Veronica wiggles free before the first count. She rolls off and then over Haley for a second pin attempt. The referee doesn’t see Veronica balancing one foot on the ropes.

Simone: I think we need better eye care for the referees. How blatant is that?

1!

2!

Haley powers out of the pin and Veronica pounds the mat in frustration. She shouts at the referee in a shrill sort of shriek. Haley feels her way around the ring as she engages in a staredown with Veronica. The fans cheer on the action as they close in on each other. Veronica goes for a low kick, but Haley latches onto her foot and spins her around. She grabs around Veronica’s neck and runs forward with a bulldog. With Veronica on the ground, Haley locks on a Boston Crab hold, wrenching Veronica’s back and legs, causing her to shout out in pain.

Simone: The arrogant Veronica Taylor doesn’t seem so proud now as her nails barely graze the ropes. She is going to have a hard time fighting out of this one.

She writhes and wiggles her way just inches before she grips the ropes tightly. The referee shouts “BREAK!” Haley obliges after just a second longer. She releases the hold and goes to pick Veronica up, but Veronica stops her with an eye rake followed by a drop toe hold, landing Haley’s neck across the middle rope. She puts one leg over Haley’s neck, choking her down as she shouts down at her. She smacks the back of her head, laughing as the referee tries to get her to stop. Once she refuses, he begins a count.

1… 2… 3… 4…

Veronica takes her leg off, surrendering peacefully as the ref checks on Haley. She nods that she is okay to continue. However, Veronica comes over and puts her elbow to the back of Haley’s head, leanings down and shouting at her. The referee doesn’t even bother to warn her as he shouts out his count.

1… 2… 3… 4…

Veronica repeats her innocent acts as she backs up a few steps. Haley gasps for breath, but Veronica doesn’t let up for too long. She picks her up to her feet and rubs Haley’s face against the top rope, digging deep into her hair. Veronica turns around and falls hard with a neck breaker. She stands up, wiggling pieces of Haley’s blonde hair from between her fingers with a look of disgust. She shouts, “You need a better conditioner, bitch!”

Adams: It’s true. She could really use some volume and bounce to her hair. Just like Veronica’s top…

Simone: What Haley needs to do is shut up this arrogant woman and give Veronica her first true loss.

Veronica leans down and smacks the back of Haley’s head, gripping onto her hair again as she drags her up to her feet. She goes to ram her head against the top turnbuckle, but Haley uses her feet to stop the impact. She elbows Veronica in the side, and then wraps her arm around Veronica’s neck and she charges forward, running up the turnbuckle and crashing down hard with a Tornado DDT. She keeps on, wrenching Veronica’s neck against the mat.

Adams: A nice reversal from Haley Starr right there. I’ve got to say, sometimes I love this view.

Belinda is heard sighing into her microphone as Haley continues to apply the modified sleeper hold. She rolls over, turning it into a rear naked choke as Veronica’s arms flail. She uses her feet to bridge it into a pin. The referee slides down and slaps the mat.

1!

2!

Haley rolls her shoulder up from the mat, but does not let go of the hold. Veronica slowly starts to fade out, struggling to break free, but Haley wrenches her neck tightly. The referee asks her if she gives up, but she assuredly yells out “NO!” She struggles to wiggle free, but Haley’s hold is tight.

Adams: What is she doing out here? Not that I mind, but still…

Simone: Angelica and Veronica minced words recently on Twitter, and Angelica looks quite happy to see her in this predicament.

Angelica sashays down the entryway and toward the ring waving at Veronica with a smile on her face. She slowly walks around the outside of the ring as Veronica starts to fade. She laughs at her as she circles the ring, she finds what she was looking for as Veronica’s necklace dangles from the turnbuckle. She eyes it for a moment as Haley continues to wrench Veronica’s neck. Angelica pulls herself onto the apron and grabs the necklace. She doesn’t stop there as she starts to get into the ring.

Simone: What does she think she is doing? There is still a match going on in the ring!

Angelica is quickly stopped by the referee and she gets in his face, shouting at him. He slaps the back of his hand against his palm and points her to the entryway. Angelica continues to struggle to get in the ring, but the referee makes sure to stop her at every turn. Haley shouts for the referee and releases the hold to argue with Angelica. As he turns, Angelica attempts to get back in, and the referee shouts at her one last time. She sneakily tosses the necklace over to a groggy Veronica.

Adams: What the… I thought these two hated each other, but it looks like Angelica is helping Veronica.

Simone: Thank you Captain Obvious!

Angelica continues shouting at Haley as the audience boos. Angelica puts one hand on her hip and waves her other finger at Haley as the referee shouts for her to leave before he calls down security. In the meantime, Veronica is up on her feet, and she quickly wraps the necklace around Haley’s neck, choking her and shouting at her as she really digs it in. As the referee turns around, she falls down with a neck breaker, sliding the necklace back out to Angelica. She gets up and strikes a pose for the camera before setting one foot on Haley’s chest. The referee drops down and starts the count.

1!

2!

3!

Simone: I can’t stand these two! Cheaters who give the sport a bad name.

Adams: But they are so hot.

Justin Decent: Your winner… VERONICA TAYLOR!

Veronica rolls out of the ring as “Chick Habit” begins playing. Angelica helps her out, and the two embrace with wicked smiles on their faces. Angelica hands Veronica her necklace and the two taunt the booing audience as they make their way up the ramp.




Images begin to flash across the screen with a voice over...


04/15/2012 -- Dusseldorf, Germany


04/22/2012 -- Amsterdam, Holland


04/29/2012 -- Paris, France


05/13/2012 -- London, England

"You heard it here first fans! Sin City Wrestling has been invited by overseas promoters for a four show tour of Europe!"

The fans in the building cheer and applaud.

"It begins on April 15, when the superstars and bombshells hit Germany, and culminates in the next SCW supercard in London, England! God help, er, God save the Queen!"

The screen fades out as the fans cheer.

Jason looks excitedly at Belinda.

Adams: Baby, we're going to Europe!




The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering

HS: Oh yes, this smirk says it all.

The fans boo

HS: Two weeks is a long time to reflect on things, and a lot can happen in two weeks, but let's roll back to Blaze Of Glory. Was a pretty successful night for everyone connected with me. Nick Jones defended his title in a match that changed days before, against two monsters of SCW. Justin Underwood got to team with the greatest wrestler of all time, and Angelica got the night of her life right after. Oh yes, I still had the energy to keep going, and going, and going.

Hot Stuff smirks at the camera

HS: You see, so many said I was hiding from Spike, hiding behind Justin, but no. I was teaching Justin a lesson on how to take care of lowlife loser. How did Justin repay the faith I showed in him? He packed up his bag and pissed off to spend mummy and daddy's millions, throwing away an oppotunity to be trained by the best. As much as I don't want unappreciative idiots anywhere near me, or my ring, I owe you Justin, I owe you for being there up close, watching the return of the king. Now Justin won't ever step foot in my ring again, hell, if he was smart, he wouldn't because well, he's got the money now, he don't need to bring his average arse out here anymore. If he wanted to be the best in a field, he woulda stayed and learned rather then go and piss money up the wall, but hey Justin, you're watching this, I know you are, so thank you for getting in the ring and not backing down. A lot of others would have crumbled against Spike and Jordan, you never. Enjoy spending that 'hard earned' money.

Hot Stuff rolls his eyes

HS: Now Spike, I told ya? Didn't I tell ya, you silly punk arse bitch? Hey Jordan, didn't I tell you? Well now I've shown you exactly what I can do, I think you, and your piss poor little stable should be on your knees bowing to the master. You think I'm done with you? Not by a long shot, you see, I got 2 more matches in me, and one of them is gonna be devoted to kicking your arse one on one. Sadly from what I hear though, our next supercard, in April, you're gonna be a little tied up, so here's what I want you to do. I want you to look closely because someone will be getting their arse handed to them in April. That someone is you Kain.

A mixed reaction comes from the mention of Kain's name

HS: Look at you Kain, young and stupid, twenty one, looking like you're mid thirties. A little while ago Kain, you turned down my big offer, the offer for greatness. Look at the people close to me, and see how successful they are. Nick Jones, well, that guy kicked your arse didn't he? He's at the top of his game because of me, Justin Underwood got to fight two legends because of me. Kain, this could have been you, but no, your immature side kicked in and thought it was a smart idea to turn down the best damn offer you will ever get. Not only that, you decided to come and put me through a table, my damn table, just to prove a point. Here's the thing Kain, back in the AWA, you was a shark, in a small pond, now you're just Nemo son, a little fish in an ocean. Attacking bosses like me doesn't get you to the top, it gets your arse kicked. You couldn't beat Damon Synn, or Nick Jones, how do you think you're gonna fare against me? I'll tell ya, you will have absolutely no chance. Think you can play mind games Kain, you don't know the half if it. Tonight, in your match against Goth, I will be watching, I will be out there, you will be wondering just when I'm gonna strike Kain. It's all just a matter of time Kain.

Hot Stuff turns around and looks at the entrance way.

HS: Now for some brighter news. At Blaze of Glory, Casey Williams failed to take an NWA title. I don't know how, as much as I hate the gorilla for being with those ladies in the New XTremes, I thought he had it in the bag, now I could call that stable a stable of failure really. Four members, four losses at Blaze Of Glory, ouch, but you should all look to the woman of the stable now. See, one of you lot went out with a bit of pride in the J Cup and brought home Sin City Wrestling's first of many NWA titles. Spike, Jordan, Casey, time for you to look at a new leader there, least someone in your group of losers know how to win a title. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you former SCW Bombshell champion and the NEW NWA CRUISERWEIGHT 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, holding the NWA Cruiserweight title high above her head, cheering and pumping up the crowd. After several seconds, she places the belt over her right shoulder and starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with some fans along the way. Once to the ring, she walks up the steps, and steps in through the second rope. She walks over to one of the corner turnbuckles, stepping up to the second rope. She holds the title up once more, again getting a huge reaction from the crowd. She jumps down, walks over and grabs a mic, then heads to the center of the ring.

Misty: Thank you, Mark. You might not be one of mt favorite people, but I know there are moments when you are actually human. But I'm sure I only received a nice introduction from you tonight simply because I just brought a great deal of publicity to SCW by winning the NWA Cruiserweight title!

The crowd cheers her once again.

Misty: I did exactly what I promised each and every one of you from the moment I found out I was put into the J-Cup. I made good on my promise to bring NWA gold home to SCW. So, Mark...Christian Underwood...fans of SCW...You're welcome!

Misty smiles and looks around the crowd.

Misty: Now, we all know I was technically should have been the SECOND one to bring NWA gold to SCW, unfortunately, my fellow NXT member, Casey Williams, was cheated out of the win. Casey will get his time again, I guarantee it, but I gotta admit being the first person to represent SCW in the NWA just feels great. No offence to Casey, I just like being considered the first to do anything.

She says this very sincerely, but still with a smile on her face.

Misty: Just like I was the first Bombshell Champion, and eventually, I'll be the first two-time Bombshell Champion, but that is not what I am here to talk about. No, I'm here to talk about me being the very first woman to hold the NWA Cruiserweight title! I'm here to talk about being the first woman to hold any non-women's singles World Championship gold in the NWA! That is something not one person can ever take away from me. They may be able to take away the NWA Cruiserweight Title, but they can not take away my achievements and they can not erase my name from the history books!

Misty adjusts the shiny new belt over her shoulder and glaces at it.

Misty: Oh, before I forget, I'd like to send a huge thank you out to the NWA TV Champion, Gaetan Lavalle. He sent me what the note called a "title warming present." I've never had a belt cleaning kit, but I plan to make full use of it. I plan to keep this title for as long as I possibly can, and that brings me to my first title defense.

She lowers the mic and looks toward the back.

Misty: It just so happens, my first regional title defense is right here in SCW. How lucky was I? I mean, regardless of who my opponent will be, I've seen all possible opponents before. Now, because of our rule here in SCW, I know my first defense will be against one of the Bombshells. Simply put, I don't have a problem with that. That will just make my first defense all the easier anyway. So, this goes out to every single Bombshell in the back. Take a good look at this title.

She holds the belt out in front of her as if showing the whole roster.

Misty: Take a good long look at this belt, because, none of you will take it from me. This is the closest you will get to my NWA Cruiserweight title. It belongs to me, and I am going to fight tooth and nail to keep it. This is number one for me right now. I may have lost the Bombshell Championship match at Blaze of Glory, but when I won this title, it was as if that had never happened. I may not be the Bombshell Champion, but I am a champion in my own right and this belt is staying with me. I'm looking forward to finding out who my lucky first opponent will be. Until then ladies...you are officially put on notice!

Misty tosses the mic down, as her music starts to play again. She steps through the second rope again, jumps down and heads backstage.




The Titantron lights up and we see Kain pacing back and forth, as if he was an animal that's stuck in a cage and waiting to explode. Pussy Willows is standing close to him, fearing that she could be hit by him at anytime. Ariel also watches her man closely, knowing that he's just itching for combat tonight. Pussy starts to speak..

Pussy: I'm here with Kain, who is about to take on an old rival from the past, Goth. Goth was his former boss, who fired him and left him for dead. Kain, how do you feel about this match tonight?

Ariel saunters over to Pussy and forcefully grabs the microphone and shoves her away as the crowd boos the two of them out of the building. Kain stops momentarily, glaring down at the camera with eyes that are cold of ice before walking away from the camera. Ariel watches her man leave, then brings up the mic and points at the camera.

Ariel: My man doesn't need to speak to you or to any of the pathetic audience! We all saw and listened to Goth's promo and watched him brag about his past accomplishments and how Kain is nothing without him. The way we both see it, it's all about action and tonight, Kain will reward Goth with the most brutal beating the world has ever seen. Goth, you fucked with the wrong man and tonight, Kain's actions will speak MUCH, MUCH louder than words! And tonight is the night that Kain will get rid of his past demons and move forward to a new era that he is set upon for himself! Tonight is HIS NIGHT, Goth, and what you will do to him is nothing compared to what he will put you through. See you in the ring, little boy!

Ariel throws the microphone towards Pussy, who catches it in her hands. She is now scared of her life as Ariel walks off the camera, enraged. The crowd, while still booing the couple, can't help but anticipate the match they will have as the commentators speculate.

Adams: Kain is not in the mood for anything, as last week's match proved to be a match that Nick Jones won, although by a hair. Now he is looking to focus all of his anger on Goth and punish him.

Simone: I agree; Kain is out for blood and anyone that faces him tonight should consider himself unlucky! Did you see the cold stare in his eyes, Jason?

Jason simply nodded to his co-worker besides him and the two await the match with much anticipation.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our following contest is a hardcore rules match, scheduled for one fall to a finish!

The fans cheer!

Adams: Say what you will, big promotion or the indies, the crowd loves a good hardcore match!

Simone: Speaks volumes for our society, doesn't it?

Justin: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 231 pounds ... Bobby the Convict Cage!

The venue goes dark as 'Paint it Black' by the Rolling Stones begins to play. Smoke starts to billow from the entrance ramp and at the end of the opening guitar solo Cage emerges from the back cracking his knuckles and throwing warm-up punches. He jogs to the ring still throwing practice punches and then climbs up to the second rope turnbuckle and throws back his arms posing a moment for the crowd before hopping down and waiting for the match to start.

Simone: This man has really been proving himself since his arrival in SCW. He may not be the biggest or the most popular, but he has definitely showed he possibly has the most fighting spirit.

Adams: Considering who he's up against, he's going to need it.

Justin: His opponent hails from El Paso, Texas, and weighs in at 300 pounds -- 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
Hide 'till it's bright out
Whoa, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?"

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.

Adams: That dude is just freaky deaky!

Simone: he has been on a dominant tear from the moment he signed on to Sin City Wrestling. I can't imagine if Christian and Mark are happy they signed him, or regretting it given the damage he's done since his arrival.

Adams: Think about what he's going to do with no rules to inhibit him.

The bell sounds!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs
SINGLES MATCH

As the bell sounds both men waste no time and rush in at each other as right and lefts are fired by both men all over the other's bodies. With his size and strength advantage, Damon hammers at Cage's back and head but the former inmate dives forward and the scuffle ends up sending both men flying out of the ring through the middle rope and crashing down outside the ring! Both men get up to their feet as they begin to exchange punches once again. Damon easily gains the upper hand over his smaller opponent and whips Cage into the steel steps but Cage at the last second jumps up and over the steps and stops using the protective wall. Damon Synn follows up by running and using one foot boosting himself off of the steps and looks like he is headed right into Cage but 'the Convict' moves and Damon goes crashing into the security wall!

Simone: That could spell a big break for Cage if 'the Convict' can capitalize.

As the big man stands upright, Cage grabs Damon and wraps a power cord around his throat and he starts choking him from behind, preventing Damon from being able to reach him at that angle!

Adams: And the rule book goes out the door already as far as the Convict is concerned!

Simone: It's a hardcore match, Jason! There is no rule book!

Damon grabs at the cord around his neck and tries prying it loose, working his fingers in, but Cage counters and brings him back down onto the back of his head on the hard floor with a hangman's neck breaker. Bobby then climbs over the security wall and begins to look around on the floor.

Adams: What is he looking for? This is hardly the time for a treasure hunt.

Simone: When there are no rules, it's the perfect time.

Cage reaches down and lifts up a trash can and tosses it over towards Damon. Cage jumps the wall and approaches his opponent. Cage grabs the can and slams it right over the head of Synn. He hits him one more time as the metal can is now almost completely bent! Cage then grabs Damon by both legs and falls backwards, catapulting his larger opponent right into the ring post where Damon's head and shoulder smack the unforgiving steel!

Simone: Oh that is going to be a major equalizer right there!

Bobby reaches under the ring before pulling out a wooden 2x4. Cage lines up Damon as Synn begins to get to his feet. Cage takes the 2x4 back before taking a large swing but Damon ducks out of the way! The board hits the ring posts and shatters into two. Synn goes for a clothesline but Cage ducks and brings the broken half of the board he's still holding into Damon's stomach, doubling him over. he then follows up, swinging it down across his back.

Simone: Damon Synn is having trouble getting any momentum!

Cage then once again begins to taunt the crowd and they forget their previous support and start to boo him as well. While Cage is taunting the crowd, Damon collects himself and grabs the lid off of the trash can. He gets ready with the lid and Cage turns around and Synn swings the lid horizontally and it hits Cage right in the throat! Cage grabs his throat and drops down onto the floor, coughing.

Simone: Oh that just showed the ruthlessness of this monster, right there! A blow to the throat could have crippled Bobby Cage!

Damon then grabs the discarded trash can and drops it down right on top of Bobby Cage, returning the favor from earlier! Cage rolls over holding his stomach as he tries to use the side of the ring to get to his feet. Just as Cage is able to get to his feet, Synn drops him down again with a trash can shot right to the back of the head! Cage once again goes down hard. Synn sets down the trash can down on the floor, and he then lifts up Bobby Cage and sets up for a DDT, and connects! Cage’ head slams down into the trash can as now the trash can has a huge indent in it! Damon goes for the pin

1…..
2…..No! Cage is able to get the shoulder up!

Adams: Whew! Close one, but I don't know how smart it was that he actually kicked out willingly.

Damon takes a moment to let out frustration as Cage begins to crawl away from Damon. Damon lifts Cage up again and grabs him just before throwing him over the barrier! Damon steps over the wall and begins to slam Cage’s head repeatedly into the security railing! The crowd counts along with each head slam.

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

Damon then grabs Cage and sets up him just before sending Cage back over the wall near the ring with a bearhug suplex! Cage rolls over grabbing his back and tries to crawl away from Damon, but the monster stalks him like wounded prey and grabs his leg. Cage turns around and delivers a kick to the head, knocking Damon down to one knee. Cage slowly crawls up but instead of going up the ramp, he staggers sideways down to the side of the ramp, and into the area on the side. Damon is quick to follow as Cage finally gets back up to his feet. Both men begin duking it out once again among the tables and electrical equipment. Damon delivers a right that sends Cage crashing over, but not through a table. Both men are now on either side of the table as Cage surprises Synn by grabbing his head and slamming it against the table. Damon returns the favor by slamming his head down twice! Cage bounces off the table as Synn goes for it again but Cage pokes Synn in the eyes and slams his head harder against the table! Synn backs away from the table and leans over. Cage then gets over the table and kicks a hunched over Synn shoulder first right into the stage that leads up to the top of the aisle where the wrestlers come out. Synn grabs his head as he gets down onto one knee. Cage grabs a steel folding chair from where it is set against the wall and he waffles Damon in the head with it.

Simone: If he's not hearing voices before, then he sure as hell has to be now!

Cage maneuvers his position behind Damon as the monster returns to his feet. As he gets to a standing position, Cage shows his fighting prowess by tucking his head under Damon's arm and before the monster can counter, Cage brings Damon up and over, off of the stage and down into the electrical equipment with a belly to back suplex! Sparks fly in the air as Synn holds his back before rolling off of the crushed equipment.

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Lights on the set up above flicker on and off as sparks continue from the crushed equipment! The camera focuses in on the fallen Damon before zooming out to find out that Bobby Cage is gone.

Adams: Where did he go?

The camera looks around one more time before looking up on top of the entrance area, and finds Cage looking twenty feet below! Bobby Cage waits up top and looks like he is preparing himself. As Damon slowly gets up to one knee facing away from Cage. Damon is now standing up onto his feet but still looking away as he grabs his head and shakes it trying to get himself together. Just as Damon turns around, Cage leaps in the air and in mid-air, shocks a now facing forward Damon by grabbing his head and hitting a Tornado DDT right into the table, shattering it into splinters!

Simone: Oh good god! Have you ever...?

Adams: Bobby Cage is not an aerial wrestler! He just took a huge risk....!

Both men are down as the table is shattered into countless pieces. Cage is able to get into a crawl as he holds his lower back. Cage drapes an arm over Damon’s chest and goes for the pin!

1……
2……
3!

Simone: he did it! I have to consider this an upset, but Bobby Cage has defeated the Beast himself in Damon Synn!

Referee Drew Patton raises Cage's arm in victory but the Convict pulls it away and raises his own two arms to the boos of the crowd.

Justin: The winner of the match, Bobby the Convict Cage!

There are more boos from the stands as Cage makes his way to the back as two paramedics start to check on Damon Synn.

Adams: Boy! I'll bet after this, Christian and mark will be considering Bobby Cage for a title shot of some kind.

Simone: I agree. Be it the heavyweight title or the Roulette, Bobby Cage deserves a title opportunity after a match like this.



The camera cuts to ringside where Justin Decent stands in the ring with a document in hand.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been haqnded this memo from our own boss, Hot Stuff Mark Ward....

At the mere mention of the man's name, the crowd starts booing.

Justin: And it concerns the NWA World Cruiserweight Champion, Misty!

At this mentioning of the prestigiious championship being held by one of SCW's very own, the crowd's venom dies down slowly.

Justin: On March 25, in San Francisco, California, Misty will compete one-on-one in an officially sanctioned NWA match under the SCW banner, but in a non-title match.

The crowd boos at the non-title factor.

Simone: Non-title? Why non-title?

Justin: If Misty's opponent secures a win, then she will in fact, win the right to challenge her for the NWA World Cruiserweight Championship at a future date!

Adams: She?

Justin: And that opponent will be....

"Sleazy" by Ke$ha starts playing as white smoke sifts from behind the curtains. The image of red devil horns sticking out from behind a golden halo appears on the stage, where a long pole stick up from the stage. Angelica walks out from behind the curtains. She slowly places one foot in front of the other, walking this way toward the pole. Once closer, she runs toward it, swinging upside down on it, going around a complete 360, coming down slowly until her back touches the stage. She turns over and slowly crawls to the edge of the stage. She comes up to her knees and then blows a kiss to the audience. She then stands up, but keeps a hold of her ankles. She smiles as she looks around. She swings her hair up as she looks around, and slowly runs her fingers up her legs as she comes up to a standing position. She then holds her arms up and grins widely at the chorus of boos raining down toward her from the capacity crowd.

Simone: Oh wouldn't you just know it!? Just like evry other oppurtunity that hootch is given, Angelica gets a big chance against a top tier champion thanks to her 'special favors' for the boss man!

Adams: Now let's not be too hasty! Maybe Angelica is being given this chance for her upstanding position and good merit.

Simone: Angelica couldn't be found standing up if you paid her... which is strangely ironic.




The scene cuts backstage where SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward is seen backstage in his office. After a few moments, the door flies open and in walks Mark's friend and SCW Champion, Nick Jones. Mark looks up from his work and sees Nick and that recognizable annoyed look on his face and lets out a deep sigh.

HS: What is it this time?

Nick: What the hell are you trying to do, make me look like an idiot?

HS: Not TRYING to, but it's so easy sometimes it just happens anyway.

Nick: Ha ha ha, so very funny.

HS: I don't even know what you're talking about.

Nick: Kain, that's what I'm talking about.

HS: Oh brother.

Nick: You threw that jackass in the ring with me at Blaze of Glory and I took care of your business with him.

HS rolls his eyes at Nick's last comment.

HS: Yeah, sure you did, you really put him in his place.

Nick: You're damn right I did, and just like I said, I took care of it so you wouldn't have to. And then you decide to start calling him out yourself. What's with that?

HS: What did you expect, yank? You know me well enough at this point, there was no way I'm going to let him pull that crap he did on me and not do something about it myself.

Nick: That's funny, because I remember a guy who I kept hearing talking about how he wasn't going to step back in the ring just to face off with every loser in this company who wanted a piece of him. If you wanted him for yourself, then why the hell did that nobody get stuck in a match for my title to begin with?

HS: You know there's more than one person in this company who makes those kind of decisions, so don't assume that was all me.

Nick: Yeah, whatever. I bet you just wanted me to soften him up for you, since you weren't sure if your old ass would be able to take him on yourself without a little bit of help.

HS: Oh yeah, and you did a real bang up job of taking him out for me.

Mark's words are dripping with sarcasm, which is quite clear as Nick clearly only gets more angry over the situation. He goes to say something but is left speechless and just storms out of Mark's office, slamming the door behind him.

HS: Geez, the guy barely pulls a win out of his ass and you would think the way he talks that he permanently crippled his opponents.

Mark chuckles to himself and goes back to his work as the scene fades.




Goth can be seen sitting in his locker room. taping up his fists, he is ready as his eyes stare at the camera and he grins.

Goth: Sins..., you are for now free from my intentions of destruction, but don't worry. I haven't forgotten about the bigger cause that I wanted to go through in the end. This, this is just the beginning of something huge to come down to this federation.....

Goth closes his eyes before shaking his head.

Goth: It takes a king to know a king Kain, a king is humble at times. A king is showing his might at times. And a king knows when to destroy his opposition. And tonight, tonight i'm going to reclaim that what is rightfully mine.... TO BE THE KING OF KINGS!!!!

With that Goth walks off and the last thing we can hear is his loud laughter




Justin: The following contest is a one on one match. Introducing first! Coming down the aisle, from Utrecht in The Netherlands, weighing 239 pounds

GOTH!!!

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he awaits his opponent.

Justin: And his opponent... from Detroit, Illinois, weighing 240 pounds, he is....

KAIN!!!

The song, "On We March", fills the air with its thumping bass drum and the noise creeps its way in. As the ominous bass-line begins to play, the couple walk out, hand-in-hand. As the crowd spews their venom towards Kain, he replies back with an angry snarl, his eyes never wavering from the ring. As soon as the couple finishes their walk on the ramp, Ariel steps behind her man, unties the robe and takes it off him, removing his cowl as well. Kain's muscular body is shown from head to toe, along with the title that's around his waist. While the crowd still continues to boo him, the women cannot help but scream for him while the men cannot help but look at him and be jealous of his look and stature, cameras flashing everywhere in the arena. Kain turns to his girl and the two embrace each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Then Kain breaks it off and climbs up the steel steps. He places both hands on the top rope from the apron and jumps on it. A second later, Kain executes a forward-flip and lands into the ring. He goes to each of the four corners, climbing on top of each and he laughs and smiles widely, his white teeth showing as the cameras flash rapidly from the crowd. He jumps down on the last turnbuckle and walks to his corner, turns around, and provides a cold, icy stare at Saint Patty as "On We March" dies down.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs br>SINGLES MATCH

Adams: This match has great importance to both Kain and Goth. We heard Goth asked for this match!

Simone: Last time these two were in a ring together was in the AWA, where Goth ordered Kain's ankle to be broken by his goons, and fired him on the spot.

Adams: There's over a year of rage built up in Kain.

As Jason says that, Kain flies across the ring and takes Goth down to the ground, shooting at him and lifting his feet off the floor, forcing the gothic one to his back. Kain lands heavy rights and lefts to Goth's face, slamming hard shots to Goth's head. Goth wiggles slightly free and pulls a leg back, kicking Kain clear from him, but Kain instantly dives back down and starts to punch Goth again in the face. Goth wiggles clear and kicks Kain off from him, but Kain dives in again, but Goth gets out of the way and flips on top of Kain and starts to nail him with heavy shots.

Simone: You can feel the hate in the ring between theses two.

Goth drops an elbow on top of Kain's head, sparking him in to life. Kain kicks Goth off and springs to his feet, but Goth charges him back to the ropes, throwing hard shots to the head, but Kain spins him around the rope and nails Goth with a hard shot, sending Goth through the ropes. Goth grabs hold of Kain's head and drops down, pulling Kain's throat over the top rope. Kain stumbles backwards as Goth quickly gets in the ring. He runs at Kain and grabs his head, slamming him down with a bulldog. Kain bounces off the mat and Goth looks out in to the crowd, uninterested in the boos and gets to his feet. He stops on the back of his former employees head, forcing Kain's face to bounce off the canvas. Goth stands up and Kain rolls to his back. Goth stand over Kain, before jumping in the air and nailing the king of kings with a fist drop. Kain holds his forehead, but Goth puts a boot across Kain's throat, blatently choking him.

Adams: The ref needs to step in here

As Jason predicts, the referee steps in and forces Goth to break the hold. Goth smirks down at Kain and kicks him hard in the ribs as Kain gets to his knees. Goth attempts another kick but Kain catches his foot and stands up, holding Goth's leg. As Kain gets to his feet, Kain nails Goth with a leg corkscrew, whipping the Gothfather over.

Simone: Kain focusing on Goth's well publicised past knee injury

Adams: Kain reminds me of a shark and I don't mean attacking boats.

Kain holds on to Goth's leg and starts to pick his knee apart with boots behind the left knee of Goth. Kain quickly drops down and wraps his legs around Goth's left leg, holding him down with a leg lace. Goth instantly sits up to take the pressure off and starts to nail Kain in the face with heavy shots. Kain releases the hold and both men spring to their feet, but Kain lifts his leg and nails Goth to the side of the head with a kickboxer kick! Goth drops and Kain goes for the cover.

1..
2..

Goth kicks up

Adams: Kain caught Goth by surprise there, but Goth still kicked out

The two men lay on the mat for a few seconds, but Kain quickly gets to his feet and looks down at his former boss. He grabs Goth and pulls him to his feet, and hooks his head up for a suplex. Kain lifts Goth up for a hanging suplex and drops him on his face. Goth bounces hard off the canvas and rolls towards the ropes. Goth puts his hand on the ropes, pulling himself to his feet while Kain waits to pounce. As Goth turns towards Kain, Kain charges, but Goth lifts Kain off his feet and drops him hard across the top rope. As Kain lands, Goth grabs him around the neck from behind and drops him down across his knee with a unique backbreaker. Goth goes for the cover and Drew Patton drops down to count

1..
2...

Kain kicks out

Adams: We know Kain won't give this one up so easy

Goth get to his feet first and looks down at Kain, before pulling him up by the head and throwing him against the ropes, as Kain returns Goth lifts him over with a powerslam. Goth stands up and looks out at the crowd with cold eyes. He turns back to Kain, as Kain gets on to all fours. Goth pulls Kain to his feet and kicks him hard in the gut, before hooking up both his arms and nailing Kain with a double arm DDT. Goth rolls Kain over and goes for another cover

1..
2...

Kain kicks out again

Adams: Goth doing all he can to put Kain away like an old suitcase

Simone: What?

Adams: You know, you got an old suitcase, you put it away and leave it there, everyone has old suitcases in their closet. Which reminds me, I need a new suitcase

Goth drags Kain to his feet, but as soon as Kain stands, he jumps up and nails Goth with a standing enziguri, leaping up high to Goth's head and drilling his foot against Goth's skull.

Adams: Damn, right out of that place called nowhere again!

Goth hits the canvas hard and both he and Kain lay flat out on the floor when the fans start to boo.

Simone: Oh what are they doing here?

The camera switches to the entrance ramp, where Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen holding a chair with Angelica at his side, Angelica holding a notepad. Hot Stuff sets the chair up and takes a seat, while Angelica takes notes.

Adams: He said earlier he was gonna have a close look at Kain.

Kain moves around to look at the entrance ramp to see Hot Stuff sitting there, his eyes narrowing as Hot Stuff smirks at him. Kain gets back to his feet and stares down at Hot Stuff who give him a salute.

Simone: The boss is trying to play mind games

As Kain turns around, Goth nails him with a kick to the gut, he grabs Kain's head but Kain spins behind Goth and nails him with a German suplex. Kain instantly gets up and looks to the entrance ramp to Hot Stuff. He points to the ring and motions for Hot Stuff to come down and join him in the ring. Hot Stuff stands up and starts walking towards the ring as the fans cheer.

Adams: The boss is coming down to confront Kain!

Hot Stuff gets outside the ring and stares up at Kain

Simone: Second thoughts boss?

Hot Stuff looks around the crowd before jumping on the ring apron

Adams: It's gonna happen!

Kain immediately moves towards Hot Stuff, Hot Stuff smirking at his younger nemesis. Kain instantly spins around with a whirlwind punch, knocking Hot Stuff off the ring apron. Kain sees Goth on his feet and continues the spinning back elbow, connecting with Goth's jaw

Adams: Reverse Zangief style!

Simone: Eh?

Adams: Gamers are gonna love me for that reference.

Goth stumbles around and Kain leaps up, nailing Goth with Malice! He covers the fallen Goth

1...
2...
3!

Justin: The winner of the match.... KAIN!!!

Adams: I can't believe Hot Stuff tried to cost Kain the match!

Simone: You can't? This is Mark Ward we're talking about!

Kain glares out the ring at Hot Stuff walking to the back holding his jaw




The scene cuts backstage to the locker room of Nick Jones and his entourage. Nick has not yet returned, but the room is filled with all of the members of his entourage, with one lone exception, Nick's cousin and personal bodyguard, Big B. A moment later, the locker room door and in walks Nick Jones. He goes to take a seat, but stops for a moment, taking a quick look around.

Nick: Where the hell is B?

Nick is at first met with silence and a few shrugs before someone finally speaks up.

Tony: I ain't gots a freakin' clue.

Nick: How is that possible? Every person that big idiot knows is sitting in this room.

Tony: He's probably gots lost again.

Nick: Just great. I'm going to go find him. If he manages to come wandering back here, just tell him to sit his ass down and stay put.

Nick turns back around and heads back out the locker room door into the hallways. Nick wanders from hall to hall, looking around in all different areas for his cousin. Nick first walks past the cafeteria area with no luck, and then wanders over to a couple of other backstage hangouts, but with no such luck. As Nick stands there wondering where his cousin could be, there is sudden a very familiar sound. Nick's ears perk up as he hears the very distinct, loud, obnoxious laugh pouring from a nearby locker room. He immediately walks over to the door he believes it came from, and listens in closer. As the laugh starts again, Nick is now certain of where it's coming from and who it is. Nick then grabs the door handle, completely disregarding the tag on door that reads "Seven Deadly Sins". Nick pushes the door open and as he does, sees a round table in the room, seated at it are one man who has his back to Nick and what draws all of Nick's attention, his cousin Big B, who is seated on the far side of the table, facing right towards Nick. As the door opens up B looks up at Nick.

Big B: Oh, hey cuz!

Nick: What are you doing in here?

Big B looks around nervously for a moment, while stuttering over his words.

Big B: I'm, um... uh... doing my taxes?

Nick is actually so surprised by this response he's actually caught in complete silence for a moment, as a look of complete confusion comes across his face.

Nick: What the hell are you talking about? Even if we didn't have our own personal accountant who already did our taxes for us, do you really think I believe you're smart enough to do them yourself? Why don't you tell me what you're REALLY doing?

Big B looks away from Nick and turns to the person seated in the chair right in front of Nick, with his back turned to Nick.

Big B: Is it ok if I tell him? I know this was supposed to be our super-secret invite-only bridge game, but...

Nick completely interrupts, not even allowing Big B to finish as he overhears what he says.

Nick: Bridge? Are you kidding me with this crap? Who the hell pays bridge?

After saying that, Nick takes a quick look around the table, noticing the cards dealt around and 4 chairs, with the two seats on either side of Big B filled on one side by the infamous teddy bear Angel, and another familiar face, the mysterious teddy bear found by Big B in their hotel bathroom. Nick then looks, with a rather inquisitive stare, to the man sitting in front of him, with his back turned. At that moment the man turns around to reveal who else but Despayre.

Despayre: We do! Sorry you can't join, but it's only for four players. But you can sit and watch if you want.

Despayre pats the seat next to him, but upon realizing it is Despayre right in front of him, Nick immediately leaps backwards, all the way to the point of the wall. Nick then immediately turns his attention back to Big B.

Nick: You! I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but this whole thing between you two is done with... now! You got it?!? Now let's go!

Nick quickly slides out of the doorway, leaving the two men seeming rather confused. After a moment, Big B just shrugs his shoulders as he looks to Despayre. Big B then looks down at the cards and nods.

Big B: Well would you look at that, Nick was right, we are done with this game. See? I told you he was smart. Well I guess I've got to go now, but at least we can play again in the future. I just can't believe they beat us again.

Despayre: Yeah, they're really good. I think we need to mix up the teams next time so we stand a chance.

Big B nods as he gets up and walks out of the locker room, following behind Nick. As he gets out into the hallway, Nick is there waiting for him with an angry look on his face and his arms folded across his chest. Big B goes to say something, but Nick doesn't even give him the chance.

Nick: I heard the end of your little convo there, and it seems like we're not quite on the same page here. Now I know you're a little slow, so I'm going to make this crystal clear for you. When I said you two were done, I didn't mean that stupid game of cards, I meant that as in I never want to see you anywhere near that psychopath ever again. Got it?

Big B: You did? I didn't get that at all.

Nick: Well now you do.

Big B: I guess, but that's kind of weird... I don't get why.

Nick: You don't need to worry about why, I know why and that's all that matters, now let's go.

Nick turns and walks away as Big B stands there seeming to be thinking for a moment. He simply shrugs and mumbles to himself once Nick is out of range, clearly not quite understanding Nick's request.

Big B: I don't get why he doesn't want to see us when me and Despy are hanging out, but whatever.

Big B then turns and walks off in the direction Nick left as the scene ends.




In the back locker room area, Spike is seen pacing back and forth with his cell phone pressed against his ear. He has his hand over the other ear as he listens to the other end. He has a bit of an annoyed expression on his face, but he forces a polite smile onto his face.

Spike: No, I understand that such an order usually requires a little more time, but I’m sure you can… um… make it happen sooner? Just imagine, your business being broadcasted on television, everyone in Vegas will want you doing their weddings. See what I mean?

Spike nods his head in approval as the annoyance leaves his face. He smiles from ear to ear.

Spike: Great. Now only if it was that easy with the caterer…

He claps his hands together in a show of relief as he hangs up the phone. He walks over to Misty who is also on the phone, and he pats her back. She smiles as she continues talking softly into the phone. He leans in and gives her a peck on the cheek. He turns around and looks directly into the camera as Pussy Willow approaches him with a microphone in hand.

Pussy: Spike, everyone wants to know…

Spike: About the wedding? Ha…

Pussy sheepishly stops the towering man mid laugh as she slowly shakes her head in the negative.

Pussy: Everyone is wondering how you feel about your loss to “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward and…

Spike raises a hand in protest, shaking his head from side to side as he tries not to laugh. His eyes look past her as he slowly glances back to the camera.

Spike: I will tell you right now, Jordan and I are fine. How those two got a win over us is, quite frankly, shocking to say the least. So, to answer your question, we could care less. There are bigger and better things that the New XTreme’s are focused on right now, and it doesn’t include a has been boss or some punk ass kid who changes gimmicks more than he changes underwear. Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to address the fans about what is really on their minds…

Spike gently takes the microphone from Pussy’s hand and raises it up to his mouth with a smile. He tilts his sunglasses down over his eyes and opens up his jacket to reveal a torn tuxedo printed t-shirt.

Spike: Since the printer couldn’t seem to print out so many invitations in such a short amount of time, I am cordially inviting you, and your plus one, to attend our wedding. March 18th, 2012, blah blah blah… to attend the wedding of Spike and Misty Staggs, next week, in the middle of the ring. Be ready to witness the event that has been long overdue.

Spike politely hands the microphone back over to Pussy and pulls his cell phone out. He puts his hand over his ear and talks loudly in response.

Spike: Hello… Yes, I will be there tomorrow for the measurments…




Simone: Hold it, I understand something is going on backstage. Can we get a camera back there please and find out what's happening?

The camera switches backstage in the hall of the Knights of Columbus building and three security guards and backstage staff is found to be standing over Brooklyn Carter who is unconscious on the floor with her friend and escort, London Carter, kneeling over her protectively. A trickling flow of blood is coming from Brooklyn's hairline, and her eyes start to flutter as she is coming to.

SCW Boss, Christian Underwood, breaks through the crowd and curses audibly.

Christian: What happened!? Did anybody see anything!?

London: What do you think happened!? You know damn well it was those three goddam whores! You saw what they did last time to the girls! Now they can't even wait for a match to start a fight!? Buncha bitches...!

Christian: Calm down...

Christian stands upright and looks at a staff member.

Christian: Get the medics! Now! Hurry!

Random staff member: She's not going to be able to compete.

London: Who the hell cares!? That's not important!

Christian: No, it's not, but I have a hunch that's what those three are counting on. Excuse me.

Christian stands up and puts a hand on a security guard's shoulder.

Christian: Come and get me and let me know what the paramedic says when he examines her. I have to go have a chat with Misty.

The guard nods and Christian heads off and vanishes up the hall. The camera returns to ringside.

Simone: I can't believe those three would stoop so low as to get a win ahead of another, and I think we all know who I am talking about!

Jason nods and then turns to Belinda.

Adams: Who?

Simone: Jason, you are nothing if not consistent.

Adams: Thanks! But between you and me, hot water and oatmeal takes most of the credit.

Belinda turns and just stares at Jason.




The camera returns from the break and Justin Decent is standing in the ring.

Justin: The following contest features Bombshell tag team action, and it is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena go out. Several seconds pass, then the beginning to “What You Want” by Evanescence starts to play.

Justin: Coming down the aisle, from Chicago, Illinois, making her current home in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 130 pounds ... she is the current reigning NWA World Cruiserweight Champion ... Misty!

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 her opponent.

Simone: I don't know what Justin is playing at. Tag team match? Misty's partner Brooklyn was deemed unable to compete by the doctors. if anything, that makes this a handicap match!

Adams: Which doesn't bode well for the Cruiserweight champ when her opponents get out here.

Justin looks out to Jasmine St. john and shrugs, shaking his head and goes on with his announcement.

Justin: Introducing, at a total combined weight of 300 pounds, to be accompanied by Darknyss ... Gothika and the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion, Raynin, they are the Fallen!

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

Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul

Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight

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

The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake

Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong

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

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

But Now We Must Fly
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight

Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain

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

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

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

Simone: Will you just look at those three? They're like three kids in a candy store! They know they have a huge advantage over Misty and...

Adams: Not that huge! Looks like maybe the calvary has arrived.

The fans start to cheer as Christian Underwood walks out from behind the curtains and starts down the aisle, towards the ring. Misty watches closely and the members of the Fallen spy the boss and they don't look pleased as to what this might entail. Christian walks around the six-sided ring until he arrives where Justin has just exited the ring sand he holds his hand out. Justin passes him the microphone and Christian turns his full attention to the Fallen inside of the ring.

Christian: So, last time wasn't enough for the three of you, huh? You blatantly attacked this woman here, Kittie, and Brooklyn Carter who you just left laying for the second time!

Darknyss: You can't prove we...

Christian: Shut it!

The fans cheer at Christian's outburst and Darknyss glares at him for speaking to her like that.

Christian: Last time i checked, I was the boss and I don't have to prove a damn thing! Contrary to what you might think, I'm not just another pretty face.

He taps a forefinger to his temple.

Christian: Just because I look younger than the three of you cows doesn't mean I haven't been in this business long enough and know how the hell things work! I've been at this longer than any of you, and you might think you can charm Mark into turning the other way, but ladies, that act won't even begin to work with me!

The fans cheer as the three tense and Misty starts to smile.

Christian: So, you think because you took Brooklyn out, that leaves you in a golden position to take out another Bombshell, and this one being a champion?

He shakes his head.

Christian: Think again! As of now, this is no longer a tag team match! It is now Misty versus Gothika, one on one!

The crowd cheers and Misty turns to look at the three women opposite her and she smiles. The three women stomp over to the ropes to confront Christian and all three shout at once, decrying this "unfair" treatment and his ruling. He plays the look of an innocent and shrugs.

Christian: Oh, and by the way... Raynin? If you think you're going to just stay out here and have your fun anyway, think again! You are barred from ringside.

There are more cheers and Raynin starts toward the ropes but Darknyss and Gothika grab her by the arms.

Raynin: No! I am the Bombshell Champion and...

Christian: And that fact can be easily remedied! Leave! NOW!!

Raynin turns to glare at Misty who is beaming and the Cruiserweight champion waves 'good-bye' to her. The fans are jeering at the Bombshell champion as she reluctantly steps through the ropes and drops to the floor. She engages Christian in a stare down but the boss doesn't bat an eye and she fumes and turns away and storms off for the back. Christian looks at Darknyss and points to the outside. The manager of the Fallen whispers to Gothika, then nods and makes her own exit.

Simone: And the boss man has taken charge!

Adams: Go Christian! Hollah if you hear me!

Simone: What is wrong with you man!?

Adams: My cable box got stuck on the BET network.

Christian walks over to the timekeeper's table and he has a seat as Jasmine calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Misty and Gothika walk up to each other, getting nose to nose and the fans rally at the confrontation after what had happened just two weeks ago. Misty starts yelling at Gothika, who just shrugs the verbal attack off and laughs. Misty then hauls off and slaps Gothika across the face, sending her face back to the side and echoing throughout the building.

Simone: Good lord! Did you hear the sound of that slap?

Gothika slowly moves her face back to glare at Misty. She begins breathing heavily and suddenly pushes Misty to the ground. She lunges at Misty and suddenly sweeps her legs out from under her and she begins raining punches down into the champion's face, using her hair to keep hold of her!

Adams: Gothika is really giving it to Misty!

Simone: Apparently that slap to the face didn’t sit to well with her.

Gothika and Misty being rolling around the ring, trading blows and pulling hair, and screaming and yelling in the process. The official, Jasmine St. john, tries to get involved and get the women to their feet, but it doesn’t work out as well as she intended. Misty gains control as she has Gothika on her back and she starts slamming her head into the mat as Gothika kicks and struggles to get free. Jasmine then grabs a hold of Misty and pulls her off of Gothika, telling her to allow her to get to her feet.

Simone: Misty really wants to beat the hell out of Gothika. She is really wanting to get revenge for that beat down two weeks ago!

Adams: And why not? The Fallen almost blinded her! Did they ever find out what that powder was?

Simone: I doubt it, and knowing Darknyss, they probably never will.

Gothika has finally gotten to her feet and she holds her head from all the shots she took. She glares at Misty and charges at her. The two lock arms tugging and pushing trying to gain control over each other, but Gothika is the first one to gain control, being the stronger of the two beauties. She pulls Misty’s arm behind her back putting all the pressure on her arm. Misty fights to get out of the position, constantly trying to elbow Gothika in the head with her free arm.

Adams: I wasn't expecting to see an actual wrestling hold in this one.

Finally with one last try, Misty nails Gothika in the head, causing her to release her hold on Misty’s arm. Misty shakes her arm out trying to get the blood flowing again.

Simone: This match is really going to be a dirty fight between these two. Misty doesn’t really have good feelings toward Gothika, and she’s making them very apparent.

Gothika grabs Misty by the hair and just as she is about to put her in a headlock, Misty elbows her in the gut hard, knocking the wind out of the SCW newcomer. Gothika stumbles back coughing and Misty takes the advantage and grabs Gothika by the hair and kicks her in the gut, further knocking the wind out of her. Gothika falls to her knee, holding her stomach and tries to catch her breath, but Misty runs off of the ropes and baseball slides into Gothika with a low clothesline, taking her down! Misty quickly covers her, hooking the leg!

1.....
2..... Gothika kicks out!

Simone: Looks like Gothika is in trouble. Misty won’t let up and let Gothika catch her breath.

Adams: Hey you don't outlast seven other male competitors and not know what you're doing.

Gothika tries to fight and grab Misty’s leg to trip her, but Misty manages to dodge and block it. Gothika is able to make it to the ropes and she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, holding on as Jasmine warns Misty to back up. Misty backs up, although it is apparent that she doesn’t want to. Gothika crawls into the corner keeping a hold of the rope as she takes several deep breaths, trying to get some energy back. She gets no chance to do so as Misty charges right in and buries a running knee into Gothika's midsection, then brings a clubbing forearm down across the back of her head.

Adams: Misty is not easing up! She has went after Gothika since the opening bell! ... Do you think she doesn't like her?

Simone: Noooo! What ever gave you that idea?

Adams: Well at first it was...

Simone: Oh shut up!

As Gothika sits in the corner trying to get away from Misty, Misty holds on to the top rope and lays several kicks to Gothika’s midsection. Misty then picks Gothika up by her hair and holds her into the corner. She starts punching Gothika, as the bigger woman, clearly caught off guard, tries to shield herself. On the outside, Darknyss is screaming at Jasmine about the blatant breaking of the rules against her charge.

Simone: Oh sure! When it's done to them, then it's not fair!

Misty then takes Gothika by the arm and Irish whips her into the opposite corner. Gothika’s back collides with the turnbuckle and she arches her back in pain.

Simone: I don’t see this match lasting much longer if Misty keeps on Gothika the way she is now. She’s really giving it her all tonight.

Misty then charges at Gothika, but just before she reaches her, Gothika extends her leg and hits Misty in the chin with her foot. Misty holds her chin as she stumbles backward, and with a sudden burst of energy, Gothika jumps to the second rope and as Misty turns around she jumps off nailing Misty with a decapitating clothesline of her own! Gothika hooks her legs and makes the cover.

1 .....
2 ..... Misty kicks out!

Simone: Close but no cigar Gothika. Misty isn't a former Bombshell champion and current cruiserweight champion for nothing!

Adams: Boy Gothika isn’t happy about that count. She’s arguing with the ref now.

After Gothika slammed her fist on the mat she immediately jumped to her feet and started fighting with the ref. Jasmine St. John keeps telling her that it was in fact a two count, but Gothika holds up three fingers saying that was a slow count. Jasmine sticks to her ruling and continues the match. Gothika is too involved with trying to argue with the official that she doesn’t realize that Misty is back to her feet standing right behind her.

Adams: Uh oh! Gothika better look out! Misty's right behind her!

Simone: Too late! Misty’s got a hold of her hair once again.

Indeed she does as Misty has a nice chunk of Gothika’s hair in her grasp as Gothika fights to get away. It doesn’t work as Misty drops down to her backside, slamming the back of Gothika's head into the canvas in an inverted X Factor! Gothika’s head bounces off the mat and she holds on to her neck.

Simone: Gothika might want to consider wearing a helmet when she's in there with Misty again because the way Misty's targeted her hair, she might be bal before the match is over!

Misty stands over Gothika and kneels down getting right in her face. She yells something in her face, and whatever she says it pisses Gothika off and she hauls off and punches Misty right in the nose! Misty stumbles back holding her nose, as Gothika gets to her feet.

Simone: What did Misty say that got Gothika so angry? I think I see blood coming from Misty’s nose now.

Yes, there is blood. Blood pours from Misty’s nose from the hard punch from Gothika and Gothika just glares at her. Misty wipes the blood from her nose and charges at Gothika. She tries clotheslining her, but Gothika ducks and Misty runs into the ropes. When she rebounds back, Gothika catches her in a bone jarring spine buster! The entire mat shakes at the impact and Gothika folds her in half for the cover!

1.....
2..... Misty kicks out!

Simone: Misty manages to escape, but give credit where it's due! First blood goes to Gothika!

Adams: Fight Misty! Fight!

Simone: She’s trying, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

Misty tries her hardest to recuperate, but Gothika only continues her offense. She grabs Misty by the arm and drags her hard into a short-arm clothesline. Gothika then grabs Misty's head and drives her face first in to the mat. Gothika backs up a little and waits. Misty returns to her feet and Gothika runs at her, jumping in the air and grabbing her opponent's head, attempting a standing tornado DDT but Misty tosses her opponent off and over the top rope.

Adams: What a counter!

The fans look on in awe at the display of power as Misty climbs through the ropes and gets out of the ring, to see Gothika laying against the barrier. Gothika holds her chest but Misty grabs her by the hair and slams her head in to the security barrier, as Jasmine tells both women to return to the ring.

Adams: This one's getting serious now!

Simone: I'm sorry but this one was serious from the opening bell!

Misty grabs Gothika by the arm and whips her towards the post, only to have Gothika reverse it, slamming Misty in to the ring post instead. As Misty stumbles back, Gothika hooks her in a waist lock and hits a German suplex!

Simone: On the floor!

The official finally gives up and gets in the ring to start her count as both women lay outside the ring, breathing hard.

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

Misty rolls over and starts to use the ring to get up.

5...
6...

Gothika also starts to get to her feet and move towards the ring.

7...

Misty slides in the ring as does Gothika. Both women are on their feet in the ring. Misty grabs Gothika in a headlock, but Gothika lifts Misty up and hits her with a back suplex. Gothika grabs Misty back to her feet again. Gothika grabs Misty in a suplex position, but Misty blocks the first attempt with her leg. Gothika tries again but once again, Misty uses her leg to block. Gothika releases the suplex and hits Misty with a shot to the jaw and hooks her up again, this time lifting her high in to the air and drops her down with a brain buster. Gothika goes for the pin.

1...
2...
3 ... No! Misty gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Damn! That would have put any woman out cold!

Adams: Misty clearly isn't just any woman!

Gothika, seemingly frustrated, grabs Misty and goes to Irish whip her into the corner but Misty reverses it and Gothika crashes into the corner instead. Misty breathes hard and charges in and jumps, setting her up for a monkey flip, but Gothika blocks it and causes Misty too fall back, hitting the back of her head onto the mat! Gothika jacknifes her in the corner and places her feet on the ropes!

Simone: No!

Adams: Open your damn eyes Jasmine!

The referee drops down to count!

1.....
2..... Jasmine looks up and sees Gothika's feet on the ropes and she stops the count!

Adams: All right!

Gothika is on her feet and in Jasmine's face, shouting at the female referee, but Jasmine does not back down or show any intimidation and she points at the ropes and lectures Gothika for her rule infraction. Gothika fumes and she suddenly puts both hands on Jasmine's chest and shoves the referee harshly!

Adams: Oooo!

Jasmine places her hands on her hips and she turns to the cocky Gothika and Jasmine suddenly answers back and shoves the grappler in return! Gothika staggers back and Misty suddenly rolls her up from behind -- and Misty puts *her* feet on the ropes!

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

The crowd cheers as Misty immediately rolls from the ring, as does Jasmine who holds her arm up in victory!

Justin: The winner of the match ... Misty!

Darknyss is in the ring and screaming out at Jasmine as a furious Gothika stands and glares hard toward both Misty and the official on the outside. Misty again raises her arms in victory and points at both women in the ring while the crowd cheers her on!

Simone: Misty walks away the winner of this one, and it's a bitter defeat for Gothika as she used her own tactics against her!

Adams: Do you think Jasmine saw Misty's feet on the ropes?

Simone: After being mistreated the way Gothika shoved her, I'm not sure Jasmine cared!




Justin Decent: Coming to the ring at this time, they are the current, reigning National Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions & up until last Wednesday held the ICW Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title with a historic 144 day title reign making them the longest ever since the year 2000 in ICW. They are "The Mistress of Justice" Viper, the tied NWA Rookie of the year for 2011 "HarKore God Weapon-X", as together they are The HarKore Warriors!!!

"Renegade" by Jay-Z & Eminem start as the lights dim & the red lights come up on the entrance way in the classic red X's as we skip through Jay-Z's 1st verse to go to Eminem's 1st verse as light fog come to the entrance ramp.

" Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it"

Weapon-X comes out first with his NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title belt around his waist as he has a kendo stick spinning as he feels strongly with those first words that were stated by the Detroit Rap Hero.

" Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it"

Pyro that sounds off like machine gun shots starting at the top of the rampway & going down towards the ring blares as Weapon-X tucks & rolls half way down the ramp as then he stands waiting as he points the kendo stick back at the entrance way waiting on his partner, not just in this match but also in life.

" Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?"

Viper comes out as wearing her kamono with "Mrs. Perfect" in red & black on the back with her NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title around her waist as after she's on the top of the entrance ramp with a kendo stick in her right hand & as rose petals come down from the ceiling & into the crowd she blows a kiss across the stage which is her finisher taunt for the "Kiss of Death"

" Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Ha ha!) "

Viper now tucks & rolls to meet up with her husband as they then exchange in a passionate kiss as then they walk together, as equals, the rest of the way to the ring.

" And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*} And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass "

As The HarKore Warriors, which are both Hall of Famers due to their separate singles careers in multiple promotions let alone as a team in the NSWA with over 25 Tag Team Championship title reigns together in over 17 years, get into the ring as their opponents bail out.

" it's just that I'm a...

[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!

[Jay] Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}"

The chorus play's one more time as most of the SCW crowd is clearly behind the duo even though it's odd to see in SCW a man & a woman as equal's in a male tag team division with Justin Decent handing Weapon-X & Viper microphones.

Weapon-X: Well hello to all in Covina, California!!!

The cheap pop works as many in the crowd start a "Har-Kore!" chant which pleased the duo.

Weapon-X: Now the last week was not very kind to us in RMP, WCCW & our current home ICW. But if you think that was going to stop us from coming to one of the top two regions in the National Wrestling Alliance when it comes to the tag team division you were mistaken. And after almost a month we have gotten what we wanted from a NWA Board of Directors vote for whomever accepts this Non-Title Showcase Challenge match.

Viper: If the team that accepts were to be in the top 3 of the rankings, which no SCW team is as your tag team champions are fourth, they would of earned a April NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title match which means us or Absolved, if they win in a couple weeks, would of had to defend their titles twice in April due to the Premiere title defense. Now for anybody else in the rankings if they accept & they win they will move UP three spots in the rankings. If we win they will move down two spots. If the team that accepts, due to ya'lls rule about men can't fight women we expect a unranked team sadly, if they win they will move 3 spots INTO the rankings but if we win they will be barred from the rankings for 30 days which means they can't be ranked in April or do any rankings challenges.

Weapon-X: So what do you say SCW as we're not leaving until a team accepts our challenge to promote the once great tag team division!! Come on down.

The crowd is silent awaiting who, if any, will accept the challenge. They walk around, eyeballing the entryway to see if anyone is brave enough to face the champs. Weapon-X raises the microphone to his lips, ready to continue on, but they are quickly interrupted. The heavy beat of Orgy's 'Opticon' begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp as Despayre steps out onto the stage. He is holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers. The cheers switch over to boos as former Bombshell Champion, Kittie, strays out alongside them. She shouts at fans who scream obscenities at her. She walks up next to Despayre and gives him a hug. The gothic mental case briefly holds 'Angel' up in the air to let 'him' bask in the cheers as they come back, and they then start to move along the entry aisle, and closer towards the ring. His movements are slow, methodical, and he avoids being touched by the many hands reaching out to him but allows his bear to greet the fans. Arriving at ringside, he slides "Angel" into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope himself. Kittie slides herself onto the apron and she quickly gets in after him. Again grabbing his 'security' bear, he and Kittie approach X and Viper. Kittie starts engaging in a hard stare down with Viper. She wastes no time ripping the microphone from Viper’s hand as Synn joins them from behind.

Kittie: Who the hell do you two think you are? You are standing in Sin City’s ring, and it belongs to the Seven Deadly Sins. I guess I shouldn’t hold it against you two, because of the crap hole you guys crawled out of… You know, because I am feeling SOOOO generous, Despayre and I accept your challenge for next week.

Kittie shoves the microphone back into Viper’s chest and she stares into her cold eyes. Kittie smiles as she slowly backs away. A whispering voice growing louder draws everyone's attentions toward the young man holding his teddy bear close to him, his gray eyes looking into the plush bear's black ones.

Despayre: You don't say? You don't say. You DON'T say!

Kittie nudges her buddy in the shoulder.

Kittie: What is it?

Despayre looks at her wide-eyed.

Despayre: He didn't say.

Justin snorts back the laughter as Synn just shakes his head. Weapon-X and Viper share confused glances with one another before looking back to the team that is seemingly accepting their challenge. Despayre has his head close to the bear's, making as if the bear is whispering something to him.

Despayre: Wow....

He looks up at Synn and points to Angel.

Despayre: Angel said these two have held something like a whole twenty-five tag team championships!

Synn nods as Viper and Weapon-X beam proudly at the praise.

Synn: that's true, Despayre. They did.

Despayre: Wow!

He looks in awe at the NWA Tag Team champions.

Despayre: I can't believe you two lost twenty-five championships!

This time it's Kittie who smirks and snorts back the laughter as Synn shields his eyes, shaking his head but not attempting to smother his own smile. The fans themselves laugh at this study but the champions are not amused. Synn rests his large hands on Despayre's shoulders and leans in.

Synn: Joshua, these two want to challenge any combination here to a match.

Despayre: Oh?

Synn: If one of our teams wins, they'll get a championship match next month.

Despayre turns and looks at Viper and Weapon-X, then at Angel. He looks at the champions and frowns.

Despayre: Angel says if you were any kind of champions, you'd defend the belts anyway. You came to us, not the other way around.

He sticks his tongue out at the startled champions who can't help but be bewildered at this unorthodox young grappler's mannerisms.

Kittie: So is that a yes, Despayre?

Despayre: Is what a yes?

Synn: Gabriel has yet to be cleared by the doctor. Kittie wants this match, and she now needs a partner. I'm sure Gabriel wouldn't mind...?

Despayre blinks, looking from Kittie to Synn and back again. he shrugs.

Despayre: I guess.... if Kittie needs me.

Kittie turns and smiles sinisterly at the champions. Despayre then points at Viper.

Despayre: But I don't want to wrestle her!

He looks at Weapon-X.

Despayre: A gentleman does not fight a lady.

He jets his chin at Weapon-X as if to add a "so there". Synn nods and smiles.

Synn: I believe you two have your team.

Weapon-X and Viper nod their agreement, and "Opticon" starts to play again as Synn backs toward the ropes and holds them open for his team to make their exit as the NWA Tag Team champions watch them intently.

Simone: What an announcement! The challenge has been made and accepted! Next week, the NWA Tag Team champions take on Despayre and Kittie in a non-title match!

Adams: How is that going to work? Men can't wrestle women in SCW.

Simone: That's the bosses' problem, not ours.




WHERE IS HE?”

The camera’s scramble to catch up with the man as he shouts angrily. He shoves open locker room doors going from side to side quickly, making it hard for the camera to focus on his face. His tall dark and handsome stature gives a hint, but it is not until the camera happens upon Pussy Willow that his face is clearly seen. She looks shocked and a bit worried as the man rips the microphone from her hand.

Giani Di Luca: Where the hell is this kid… Jamie Staggs? Come out ya pansy ass and fight like a real man!

He hands her back the microphone as she stands shocked in his wake. He stumbles around knocking doors in, eliciting a loud shrill scream from a few of the Bombshells. He stops, slightly embarrassed, but he plays it off with a wink/snap combo and politely closes the door.

Giani Di Luca: I’m gonna kill this kid, I swear.

Giani slams open one last door and sees Jamie Staggs talking to his wife, Kittie. She growls at his intrusion, but he doesn’t give her time to say anything before he lands a hard right to Jamie’s head, stunning him. Giani grabs him by the back of the head and throws him through the doorway.

Giani Di Luca: You wanna embarrass me in front’a my region with ya lame ass pranks, bro?

Giani goes to slam Jamie into the wall, but he stops with a boot against the wall, and he switches it over to knock Giani into the wall. He stomps him on the ground a few times before running his face against the wall.

Jamie Staggs: “Bro” you do a good enough job embarrassing yourself with those lame ass “wrestling” skills you Ronnie wannabe!

Giani rams an elbow back into Jamie’s face, causing him to hold his nose. Giani kicks him in the gut, and then throws him clean across the hallway. Kittie leans out the door to scream at the two, but Giani runs after Jamie. The two round a corner where Jamie catches him in the face with a steel chair that floors him. He throws the chair across the hallway and kneels over Giani, choking him with a cable.

Jamie Staggs: Do you give up yet, you little bitch?

Giani reaches up and pokes Jamie right in the eye. He lands a headbutt before getting up. He grabs onto Jamie’s neck and prepares to DDT him onto the floor, but Jamie charges him back into the refreshment table, spilling liquids all over Giani’s fresh white T-shirt. Giani rolls Jamie over and rubs his face across the trays of cookies and deli meats. Jamie lifts his head as a slice of roast beef dangles from his forehead.

Giani Di Luca: Bro, I’m just getting’ started with you!

Giani bangs Jamie’s head against the table one more time before taking a microphone cord from the cameraman. He wraps it around Jamie’s neck and drags him down the hallway as several SCW stars gather around to watch the carnage. Giani stops and holds up his arms as if to challenge the whole locker room to do something about it.

Giani Di Luca: You guy wanna piece? Fuhgeddaboudit!

Giani goes to drag Jamie some more, but Jamie rolls back, kicking him in the jaw before rolling back into a sort of Stunner position. He switches back over and rams Giani through one of the locker room doors with a dropkick. Giani stumbles back, but Jamie charges him all the way back into the running shower. Both men are soaking wet, and Jamie grabs the closest blunt object, a back cleaner, and he smacks Giani across the face with it. Giani struggles to get up from the slippery ground, but Jamie is relentless as he jabs the object into Giani’s shoulder. Jamie leans down to pick Giani up, but he breaks free, and Giani grabs a bar of soap and threatens Jamie with it.

Giani Di Luca: I’m gonna wash out ya filthy mouth, dawg…

He shoves it in Jamie’s mouth and lands an uppercut that breaks a piece of the soap off. Jamie spits frantically but Giani tosses him to the ground with power, causing him to slide across the floor. Jamie makes a run for the door but Giani is quick to grab onto his leg. Jamie leaps forward on one foot, before hitting an Enziguiri that knocks Giani back. Jamie dashes out of the door as Giani crawls forward. As he does, he is met with a trash can to the face. As he rebounds, Jamie tosses him the can and dropkicks them backward. Giani stumbles through the curtains to ringside!

Jamie Staggs: I embarrassed you in front of your fans, and now I’m going to embarrass you in front of mine!

Jamie charges forward out to the stage where Giani slams the trashcan against his head. He tosses the trashcan down to the ground and he catches Jamie with a right. Jamie retaliates with a right of his own. A trickle of blood comes from Giani’s lip as he spits down. He hits another right and a left, backing Jamie down the ramp. Jamie turns and runs toward the ring.

Simone: What the…?!

Adams: What is going on here? Is that BACW’s Giani Di Luca?

Simone: It is! Jamie Staggs went and picked a fight with him, costing him the BACW Empire State Championship a few weeks ago, and it looks like he is out for revenge.

Adams: He’s not doing a very good job of it by the looks of things.

Jamie leaps onto the apron, and before Giani has time to realize what is about to happen, Jamie springs backward with a modified Flying Plancha that levels both men. Jamie rolls back holding his side as Giani stares up at the bright lights of the arena. Jamie slowly makes it to his feet, and he reaches under the ring, pulling out whatever he can find, up to and including a table. He slides it into the ring, and picks up a broom.

Adams: Jamie Staggs is about to clean house by the looks of things.

Simone: Hopefully he remembers to include himself with the rest of the trash.

Jamie wraps the broom around Giani’s throat and lifts him up. He charges forward, ramming Giani into the ring post, busting Giani’s head open a bit in the process. He rolls Giani into the ring and quickly sets up a table. He tosses Giani into the ropes, and he charges back to the opposite ropes before catching Giani with a repeat attempt at the Plancha. This time, Giani catches him in mid air and lets out a primal shout that echoes throughout the entire arena. He holds onto Jamie in a Powerbomb position. Jamie tries to rake at his eyes, but it is too late. Giani slams him through the table, breaking it in half. He gets up and jogs around the ring, beating his chest in victory.

Giani Di Luca: NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ BOUT!!!

Giani pulls his stained, soaking wet BACW shirt off and leans over Jamie. He slides it over Jamie’s other shirt, and he lifts him up, draping him in the corner as he is dazed. Giani acts as if he is taking a picture followed by a wink/snap. Jamie is still stunned as security swarms the ring. “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO plays over the speakers as the fans give a mixed reaction to the reality TV star of “Fuhgeddaboudit”. He fist pumps as the security team leads him to the back.

Adams: Jamie’s plan backfired on him. It looks like “The Italian Stallion” got his revenge on him. And that BACW shirt…

Simone: We all know Jamie Staggs likes to have the last laugh, so we will see how he reacts to this one.




Justin Decent: “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is tonights main event, and is a chain match for the SCW Roulette championship! Introducing first, the challenger and number one contender for the SCW Roulette Championship, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, from Tahlequah, Oklahoma, he is…

BO DREAMWOLF!!!!!”

The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf appears and stands at the top of the ramp bowing his head, then around the 2nd chant, Dreamwolf marches to the ring, as Austin Parker appears with him, walking down to the ring. Sliding inside, he then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and raises a fist to the fans, letting loose with his own war cry to which the fans reply with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Justin Decent: “And his opponent, the current reigning SCW Roulette Champion, weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds and standing five foot seven inches, from the Far Reaches of Sanity, he is…

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. Removing the championship from around his waist, Frost holds it up in the air as the fans start to cheer wildly. Frost then passes it over to Justin Decent who holds it up briefly

DING DING DING!!!

VS
Main Event - Roulette Championship Chain Match

Jasmine St John secures the chain to Frost's wrist and turns to Bo, walking towards the native American, and securing the chain to his wrist too. Bo steps forward and offers his hand out to Lucian, who shakes it.

Simone: Rare show of sportmanship here in the SCW

The two men lock up as the chain drops to the floor and Bo pushes Frost back to the ropes, but Frost spins him around and the referee steps in for the break. Frost raises his arms and breaks cleanly. Both men step back to the middle of the ring as the crowd clap in appreciation. They lock up again and Bo gets behind Frost and lifts him off his feel, slamming him face first on to the canvas. Frost struggles on the floor, but Bo jumps around him and lifts Frost slighty off the ground with a front face lock. As he lifts him to his feet, Bo quickly lifts Frost over with a quick snap suplex. Bo gets to his feet and looks down on Frost as Austin yells out encouragement to Bo, instructing him over his next move. Bo wraps the chain around his arm and drops down with an elbow drop, dropping the chain on Frost's chest. Bo quickly gets to his feet and kick at Frost's chest. He pulls Frost off his back and to his feet, but Frost grabs the chain near Bo's wrist and drops backwards, pulling Bo towards the corner, Frost puts his legs out as Bo stumbles past him, and drops him with a droptoe hold, forcing Bo's face in to the middle turnbuckle. Frost gets to his feet and uses the rope as a springboard, turning in mid air to land his knees on to Bo's back. Frost rolls out of the way, tugging on the chain and pulling Bo backwards.

Adams: Very unique move from Frost

Frost rolls Bo over and goes for the cover

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Bo flips a shoulder up

Adams: Way too soon Frosty.

Both Bo and Frost get to their feet, and Bo kicks Frost in the gut, but Frost catches hold of his foot and takes Bo down with a legsweep. Frost flips over Bo's leg and drops an elbow on him on the way down. Frost gets to his feet and runs at the turnbuckle, springing on to the middle rope and jumps backwards with a moonsault, but Bo moves out of the way, sending Frost crashing on to the chain. Bo gets to his feet first, and Frost follows him up. Bo quickly tugs on the chain, pulling Frost towards him and takes him down with a clothesline. Frost quickly gets back to his feet and Bo pulls the chain again, taking him down with another clothesline. As Lucian Frost gets to his feet again, Bo jumps beside him and drops him backwards with a Russian leg sweep. Bo rolls over him and goes for the cover.

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Frost pushes Bo off him

Simone: Frost is a champion for a reason.

Adams: Is it because he won a belt?

A sigh comes from Belinda as Bo drops down and locks in a sickle hold, pulling back on Frost's legs and neck, while planting his knees in to the base of the man of mystery's spine. Bo pullsback but Frost shakes his head, refusing to give up. Bo releases the hold and jump up to his feet and leans with his back against the ropes, He waits for Frost to get to his feet. As he does, Bo gets behind Frost and puts the chain across the chest of the masked man and drops backwards, lifting his knees up and nailing Frost with a unique backbreaker. Bo lays on the floor for a few seconds before pulling Frost back up with him. Bo kicks Frost in the gut and leaps up in the air, as Frost doubles over and drops a leg across his head, nailing him with a fam-ass-er!

Simone: Famasser!

Adams: My ass is famous for so many reasons, none I'd like to talk about live on TV

Bo gets back to his feet, bringing Frost with him but Frost sweeps away Bo's legs before Bo can consider his next move. Frost steps back, limited by the chain and jumps across Bo with a standing senton splash. Bo tries to cover up, putting the chain on his chest but this works to no ones advantage as the chain crushes itself in to Bo's chest and Frost's back.

Simone: Double damage.

Adams: Isn't that a Van Damme movie?

Simone: No Jason.

Adams: Well that's disappointing

Frost is the first to his feet, shortly followed by Bo. Frost quickly jumps at the ropes and lands on the middle one, springboarding backwards and nailing him on the chin with a springboard back elbow. Bo hits the floor and Frost quickly goes for the cover.

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Bo gets a shoulder up

Simone: Another close fall

Frost pulls Bo to his feet and skips behind him, wrapping his arms around Bo's waist and lifts him over with a belly to back suplex. Bo lands towards the corner and grabs on to the middle rope to pull himself up. As he does, Frost jumps in with a high leg clothesline, crashing against Bo's upper body. Frost steps back as far as he can and runs towards Bo, smashing him on top of the head with a running roaring elbow. Before Bo can fall, Frost jumps up, grabbing Bo's head and flips him over with a monkey flip. Bo crashes hard in the middle of the ring and Frost looks at his fallen opponent. Frost pulls Bo towards the ropes. Frost jumps over the top rope and looks at Bo in the ring. Frost flips over the ropes and drops a leg across Bo. Frost grabs Bo by the head and pulls him up. Frost tries to whip Bo to the ropes but Bo reverses it. As Frost comes back, Bo lifts him up with a Samoan drop!

Simone: Reversal from Bo!

Bo lays on the floor for a few seconds, breathing hard but the native American gets back to his feet slowly and looks down at Frost, waiting for the masked man to get to his feet. As he does, Bo nails him with open handed chops, forcing Frost in to the corner. Bo grabs hold of Frost's head in a side headlock and steps out of the corner, but quickly turns back and jumps at the corner, spinning around and nailing Frost with a stratusfaction bulldog! Bo quickly stays on the attack by pulling Frost back to his feet. Bo hooks up Frost's head and leg and lifts him up, lifting him over with a perfect plex! Bo bridges and Jasmine St John drops down and counts.

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Frost breaks Bo's grip and gets a shoulder up

Adams: No one's getting the advantage here.

Bo and Frost lay on the floor, both breathing heavy. Both start to move slowly, both men getting to their knees, exchanging punches on the way up. Both men get to their feet, throwing tired, heavy arms at each other. Bo takes the advantage by being slightly quicker to the punch. Frost stumbles away but Bo hooks him up from behind and drops him with a quick reverse DDT. Bo looks outside the ring to Austin who urges Bo to finish it. Bo picks up Frost and hooks Frost in the suplex position. Bo picks him up hanging him in the air but Frost wiggles over his back and lands on his feet behind Bo, As Bo turns to face Frost, Frost nails Bo in the face with the chain, knocking the native American to the floor in a daze.

Simone: Shot in the face with the chain.

Adams: It's all legal, unless you do it in a bar, but why would you have a chain in a bar?

Frost looks towards the top rope, and pulls Bo closer to the corner, he looks up at the top and springboards up there in one jump, and turns around to face the ring.

Adams: Frost could be looking to end this one.

Frost looks down at the fallen Bo and but Bo pulls the chain out of desperation, pulling Frost from the top rope, forcing him to land on his head!.

Simone: Oh my god, Frost just landed face first, he could be out cold under that mask

Bo gets to his feet and pulls Frost with him, hooking him in a suplex position and lifts him up

Adams: Falcon's Arrowhead!

Bo goes for the cover

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3!

Justin: The winner of the match.... and NEW SCW Roulette champion... Bo Dreamwolf!!!

Simone: Bo Dreamwolf is the new Roulette champion!

Adams: What a hard fought match! These two are the future of SCW and they're showing it right now!

As Bo is handed the SCW Roulette title, Frost slowly starts to get to his feet. Frost turns to Bo, and Bo offers his hand. Frost looks at Bo's hand and the two men shake. Frost leaves the ring and Bo raises the title above his head as Austin raises Bo's arm

Adams: What a great Climax Control!

Simone: We're out of time here, we'll see you next week on Climax Control! Good night everybody!



THANK YOU! To Mark, Chris, Erik, Mete, Maggie, Craig, Harkore Warriors, Giani Di Luca, Gerrit and to all our roleplayers for making SCW what it is.