Justin Decent: And her opponent, hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada… Standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is… VIXEN!!!

The throbbing beat of Light it up by Rev Theory is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

DING! DING! DING!

Angelica exits the ring and Vixen scouts out the ring as Veronica strategically places her diamond necklace on the turnbuckle, making sure it doesn’t fall. She looks outside to Angelica and mumbles something. Angelica nods her head and does an “ok” symbol with her hand. Suddenly her face fills with shock and she begins screaming to Veronica. As Veronica turns around, Vixen catches her off guard with a Yakuza kick that drops her down to the ground.

Simone: And a first strike by Vixen, as Veronica is too distracted for her own good.

Adams: And Vixen is staying on Veronica, not giving her any room to breath.

Vixen brings Veronica down with a quick snapmare, quickly following it up with a dropkick to her back. She grabs onto Veronica’s hair and pulls her over to the corner where she slowly climbs, lifting her off of the mat as she goes. Veronica screams as Vixen gets to the top rope. Vixen hooks her arm around Veronica’s neck and gets ready to leap off, but Veronica grabs onto her hair and slams her down hard on the mat.

Simone: It sounds like a couple of banshees at ringside between Veronica and Angelica. Vixen might walk out of this one deaf.

Adams: Huh? I couldn’t hear you with Angelica bouncing up and… Wait, what was I saying? Good move by… one of them I think…

Veronica takes a moment to stomp on a downed Vixen, wiping her hands clean of Vixen’s hair. She mounts Vixen and smacks her across the face several times with attitude as Angelica holds her feet down. Veronica shouts trash talk at Vixen until the referee catches sight of Angelica. He walks over to the ropes and leans out, scolding Angelica who plays innocent. She backs up and nods her head, shouting at him to pay attention to the match. While she has him distracted, Veronica wraps her hands around Vixen’s throat.

Simone: Oh come on! Throw her outta there, ref! It isn’t like you didn’t expect Angelica to get her hands dirty in this.

Adams: Angelica and dirty are synonymous with one another. But I agree, when these two are together, things get MEAN!

Just then, Vixen rolls back a little, stretching her legs around Veronica’s neck, squeezing as she leans forward. Veronica tries to stand up, taking Vixen with her. Vixen slides through Veronica’s legs, and with a hand stand, she refuses to let go of the hold. Veronica pries Vixen’s legs from her neck, and tosses her back. However, Vixen cartwheels forward and bounces off of the ropes, running at Veronica with a bulldog that drops her to the ground.

Adams: Oh no! She just messed up Veronica’s hair. Mean Girls don’t seem to happy about that.

Simone: They should be more concerned with what Vixen is going to do next climbing to the top ropes, and… Oh no, you’ve got to be joking.

Angelica climbs onto the apron as the referee is checking on Veronica, and she gives Vixen a good shove from the ropes, causing her to crash to the mat below. She leaps down and backs up from the ring acting innocent yet again. The crowd boos as Veronica slowly gets up and walks over to Vixen. She smacks her across the back of the head, talking trash to her before getting her in a Camel Clutch hold. She doesn’t stop shouting at her the whole time. As Vixen gets her foot on the ropes, Angelica knocks it off before the referee sees it. Veronica lets up to pull forward, but Vixen is quick to escape. Veronica grabs her by the back of her hair, but Vixen turns around and kicks her in the gut for her troubles. She bounces off of the ropes, doing a handspring forward, wrapping her legs around Veronica’s neck, and takes her down with a swift headscissors.

Simone: Vixen, once again, showing off her agility, mixing it up with just a hint of technical. I see big things for this one very soon.

Adams: I see big things on all three of these girls… Oh nevermind.

Vixen springs up to her feet and she plays to the audience a bit before she begins stalking Veronica a bit. She bounces off of the ropes and times it just as Veronica slowly gets up to a kneeling position. As she does, Vixen comes across with a Shining Wizard Kick that sends her back down to the ground. She drops down for the cover.

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Angelica reaches in, trying to help Veronica out, but she does it on her own with a kick out. Angelica claps her hands loudly, trying to rally support for Veronica, while relishing in the fact that the audience isn’t behind her. She shouts words of encouragement to Veronica as Vixen drags her up by her hair. Veronica groans in pain as she comes up to her feet. She elbows Vixen in the stomach, and then she tosses her into the corner. She comes up with a hard clothesline, and then she reaches back, carefully hiding her diamond necklace. She wraps it around Vixen’s neck and pulls it tight, causing her to cough. Veronica growls and screams insults at her as she chokes her.

Simone: The audience is almost deafening against Veronica’s actions. They want to see Vixen throwing Veronica all over the ring in this match, but Veronica has other ideas with that blatant foreign object.

Adams: It is not a foreign object, it is an accessory. Don’t you read Veronica’s blogs? It is very important to accessorize!

Simone: No I don’t, but that explains that obnoxious looking gangster bling you are wearing tonight…

Veronica lets the necklace fall to the ground as the referee comes over to check on them. Veronica wraps her hands around Vixen’s throat, and the referee shouts for her to break the hold. Veronica gets a sadistic grin as she refuses to let go. The referee begins his count.

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Veronica lets go, showing her hands are off of Vixen’s neck. She immediately goes back to the hold, and the referee tries to pull her off, shouting an order at her. She sticks her tongue out at him and continues to choke, and he shouts his count at her once more.

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“BREAK IT UP!”

Veronica releases it again, and the referee warns her not to try it again. She puts her hand on her hip and motions like he needs to remember who he is talking to. She puts a hand in his face, and he slaps it away. She waves him off and turns to Vixen who tosses her back into the corner. She quickly climbs, and begins landing punches to Veronica’s face. The fans count along with it.

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Simone: It isn’t hard to see why Vixen is the fan favorite here! She has got skill, and style.

As she hits the final blow, she falls down with a monkey flip, tossing Veronica up and over to the mat. The crowd goes wild as Vixen climbs to the top rope once more. She looks down to Angelica, seeing her climb to the apron once more, and this time, she catches her with a boot to the face. As Angelica flies backward, Vixen leaps backward with a Moonsault that connects. She looks over to Angelica trying to get back in the ring, and she immediately runs backward, only to have Angelica pull down the ropes, causing her to tumble to the outside. The referee comes to check on her and Angelica walks away innocently.

Adams: Don’t you just love how gullible these refs are? Angelica is not innocent in any sense of the word. I’ve seen video, I mean, I’ve heard of video…

Simone: I don’t even want to know…

As the referee goes to check on Veronica, Angelica picks Vixen up by her hair, and swings her into the barricade. As she charges forward, Vixen does a drop toe hold that causes Angelica to crash chin first into the barricade. She tempts her forward, as she walks toward the ring. She listens and ducks down just in time for Veronica to dive through the ropes, colliding with Angelica. She laughs as the referee prepares a count.

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Veronica stirs a bit and Vixen slides into the ring. She walks around waiting for her opponent to get back to her feet. As she does, Vixen steps back, inviting her back into the ring. She says something that really fires Veronica up, and she charges into the ring. Vixen tells her to bring it on, and Veronica charges at her. As she does, Vixen dodges a clothesline attempt. She dashes to the other side of the ring, and through the ropes. As she does, she jumps up and nails a West Coast Pop that sends the crowd into a frenzy. She rolls back, and takes a breath before setting Veronica up for the Fall From Grace. She hooks arms with Veronica, lifting her off of the mat with a groan. She lets her dangle upside down for a minute before dropping her right on her head!

Simone: Fall From Grace! And Angelica is still on the ground outside of the ring! This one has got to be over.

Adams: Why does it have to be over already?

Vixen hooks the leg and the referee drops down for the cover.

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Justin Decent: And your winner… VIXEN!!!

Simone: She practically fought off two women the entire match, and still came out victorious!

Vixen picks up Veronica’s diamond necklace and she wraps it around her own neck, as if admiring what it would look like on her. The crowd cheers as she starts to exit the ring with it. She turns around, and hovers over Veronica for a moment before gently laying it across Veronica’s chest. She walks off, leaving her fallen opponent in her wake.

The camera cuts backstage and SCW Co-Owner, Christian Underwood, is standing in the backstage hallway, dressed in a tasteful dress shirt and matching slacks. His hair is pulled back into a tail and he is holding a clipboard.

Christian: As you've already heard earlier tonight from my partner, 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward, over a period of the next two weeks we will be holding a single elimination tournament to determine the number one challenger for Nick Jones and his Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. Eight men, compromising of both veterans as well as rookies, will kick things off next week in the opening round in Paris, France. The week after that in Dusseldorf, Germany we will hold the semi-finals and finals, and the man that walks out of Germany the winner, will challenge Nick at 'London Brawling', in -- you guessed it -- London, England.

Christian holds up the clipboard and waves it about with a smile.

Christian: Now I know how everyone likes surprises, but Mark and I talked about it and we want these eight men to have something to look forward to, and to know what they're getting themselves into. So here and now, are the eight men who will be in the SCW Knockout Tournament. ...

Bobby the Convict Cage ... Rage ... Tom Dudely ... Goth ... The Jackal Adam Smith ... 'True Brit' Johnny Brown ... Jared Black ... and Old Skool.

Eight men in a single elimination tournament for a chance to be the very best this promotion has to offer, and to do it on a world-wide scale. And, as an added bonus, I am now presenting to you the brackets for the Knockout Tournament.

Christian smiles and gives the camera a coy wink.

Christian: Next week gentlemen. Paris, France. There is a lot at stake so bring it!

The camera shows Casey Williams backstage with the delectable Rocky Mountains. Casey is wearing his wrestling gear, standing right next to his Harley Davidson Fatboy, and prior to his match with Tom Dudely.

Rocky: Casey, you are about to face Tom Dudely in a grudge match. How do you feel about being his first opponent here in SCW?"

Casey: "Well, Rocky, it is simple. It’s not a surprise he wants a piece of me after I took out his protege, Wyatt Peterson 2 weeks ago in that 4 Corners Tag Team Title Match. I know how dangerous Tom can be, but if he thinks for a second that I am anything like any of the other big men he has faced before, like Apocalypse, then he has another thing coming to him. I will show him how dangerous I can be, and if he thinks Wyatt's broken clavicle is bad, just wait until you see what I do to him."

Rocky: "I see. What do you make of his comments about the fact that the bigger the guy is, the bigger they fall?"

Casey: "Again, you saw what happened to Wyatt. That is proof that what he said has some validity. Then again, you also what happened last week when he tried taking me off my feet. He was unsuccessful at doing it, proving that he isn't as tough as he thinks he is, and claims to be. Tom will be sharing that hospital room with Wyatt when I get done with him, and that is a promise."

Rocky: "Interesting. What do you make of Tom's concern for Wyatt?"

Casey: "This isn't ballet, this is a MANS sport. Wyatt knew what he was doing. When you poke a dog with a stick, don’t be surprised when it bites you. Wyatt poked me with a stick and now he's left licking his wounds. Tom if you think you're going to put me down, then I really hope you’ve got a damn big stick.

Rocky: “I agree with you about this not being ballet and how tough this sport is. Any last remarks before your big match?”

Casey: “Yes, Rocky, I do. Ref what you said Fortes fortuna adiuvat is has many translations, amongst them, fortune favors the brave, Fortune helps the brave, and Fortune favors the strong fortunately for me i am all those things. You, on the other hand? I'll guess we'll see. Do you have what it takes to comeback after you time away from the squared circle? Are you ready to lose? As your "hero" General Robert E. Lee said "We must expect reverses, even defeats. They are sent to teach us wisdom and prudence, to call forth greater energies, and to prevent our falling into greater disasters.” When he spoke these words all those years ago, did he see across time to this very moment? Did he see even further to the end of his match? Perhaps those words were meant to be uttered this day to let you know what awaited you in the ring. Prepare for a great disaster, prepare for defeat. I am Casey Williams, one half of the SCW tag team champions, and you…you’re nothing but roadkill.”

Then, Casey fires up his hog, revs it menacingly as he stares through the camera, then rides off leaving Rocky dumbstruck, nervously clutching her microphone.

Justin: The following contest is a grudge match. Introducing first, from Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing in at 370 pounds, “The Freight Train of Pain” Casey Williams!

As the screeching call of insanity of "All Aboard" hits the speakers, Casey Williams comes out, with the intense look in his face. He walks down the ramp, as the pyros go off as he walks by, and Casey climbs up the apron and over the top rope into the ring, and gives and angry yell.

Justin: And his opponent, returning to the ring for the first time in many years, hailing from Dudelyville, Califonia. Weighting in at 215 pounds, welcome back to the ring, Tom Dudely!

“Kamikaze” by Five Iron Frenzy blasts throughout the arena and Tom Dudely soon bursts out to the top of the ramp. He feeds off of the crowd’s energy as he makes his way to the ring, slapping as many hands as he can along the way. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, Tom gets a running start and slides into the ring. He hops to his feet and climbs the nearest turnbuckle to work the crowd before hopping down to face his opponent.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Casey jumps towards Tom but the veteran quickly darts behind Casey and plants two boots in to the back of his knee, taking Casey down to one knee. Tom stamps on the back of Casey's leg

Simone: Smart from Tom to take Casey off his feet

Adams: Tom is an old school wrestler, faced a lot of challenges in his career

Tom puts Casey in a chin lock, trying to wear the big man down but Casey starts to stand up, forcing the smaller Dudely off his feet as Casey stands up straight. Tom holds on and tries to tire Casey, but Casey drops back, squashing Tom under his three hundred plus pounds worth of weight. Casey shakes his head, trying to shake off the effects of Dudely's hold and gets himself back on a vertical base. Casey turns around to Tom and pulls him up to his feet, before nailing him with an uppercut to the jaw. Tom stumbles backwards and Casey follows up with a charging clothesline, crashing Tom down hard to the canvas. Casey looks at Tom on the floor and puts his foot on the smaller man's chest and steps over him. Casey turns around and does the same again, stepping back across Tom. Williams pulls Dudely back to his feet and punches him in the gut. As Tom doubles over, Casey pulls Tom's head between his legs and lifts him up, dropping him down with a powerbomb! Casey goes for the cover, and referee Drew Patton drops down for the count.

Adams: Casey doesn't wanna wait around to end this one

Casey pulls Tom to his feet and punches him hard in the face, sending Tom stumbling back in to the corner. Dudely leans against the turnbuckles, trying to gather his barings, but Casey charges in and nail Tom with a splash. As Tom falls, Casey grabs him to stop him from hitting the mat. Williams pulls back a hand and slams it hard against Tom's chest. Casey rears his arm back again and chops Tom across the chest. The echo bounces around the arena as Tom stumbles out of the corner. Casey follows him out and grabs Tom by the head and tries to charge him towards another corner but as the get there, Tom puts his foot up on the middle turnbuckle, blocking Casey from moving forward. Tom jolts back his elbow and catches Williams in the midsection. Casey releases Tom's head and tries to throw a punch at him but Tom moves smartly out of the way, gets behind Casey and lifts him over with a German Suplex, crashing the larger Williams to the canvas with a huge thud. Tom slowly pulls himself to his feet, with the aide of the ropes and looks towards Casey holding the back of his head. Tom looks at Casey and stomps on his head. Tom moves towards the ropes and waits. As Casey gets to his knees, Tom runs and nails him with a low famasser! Casey's head bounces off the mat and Tom rolls him over and goes for the cover

Adams: Tom in control of the bigger Casey Williams

Tom moves towards the ropes and waits for Casey to get up. As Casey does, Tom uses the ropes as a springboard and jumps towards Casey, catching his head as he flies past, nailing Casey with a springboard DDT. The fans starts to chant "You still got it".

Adams: The crowd is right, Dudely looks sharp

Tom stands up and nods to the fans in appreication and bounces off the rope, dropping an elbow across Casey's head. Tom quickly returns to his feet, waiting for Casey to get back up. Casey moves around on all fours, grabbing the ropes and pulling himself up. He turns to see Tom running towards him, and drops his head, lifting Tom over the top rope. Tom lands on the ring apron and looks in at Casey. Casey turns around but Tom grabs his head and drops down, clotheslining Casey's throat on the top rope. Casey stumbles back, and Tom quickly slides in the ring. He runs at Casey and jumps forward, driving his shoulder in to the back of Casey's knee, taking him down with a chopblock. Casey rolls around holding his knee.

Simone: Tom is trying to pick Casey apart, bit by bit

Adams: It's a smart tactic

Dudely waits for Williams to return to his feet. Casey uses the ropes to pulls himself up and turns around to Tom. Tom jumps up for a hurricanruna, but Casey drops backwards, dropping Tom on the top rope, and folding him in half. Casey sees Tom hanging and lifts his legs before kicking Dudely in the gut as he hangs on the ropes. Casey pulls Tom off the ropes by the ankles, sending the returning superstar face first in to the canvas. Casey lifts Tom to his feet and backs him up against the ropes and plants the point of his elbow in to Tom's head. He grabs Tom and throws him against the ropes. As Tom returns, Casey lifts him over with a powerslam, crushing Dudely under his weight. Casey hooks the leg

Simone: That was a close one

Casey pulls Tom back to his feet and slams a chop across his chest. Tom stumbles backwards, holding his upper body, but Casey steps forward to continue the attack. As Tom stumbles, Casey picks up Tom and drops him with a huge spinebuster, shaking the ring. Tom rolls over but Casey gets to his feet and stomps on Tom's back. Casey pulls Tom back to his feet and puts a hand around his throat. Casey lifts Tom off his feet and goes for a chokeslam. Tom kicks Casey hard in the chest, forcing him to drop Tom. As Tom lands on his feet, he grabs Casey's head and drops down with a diamond cutter! Tom goes for a cover.

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Adams: Tom nearly picked up a win out of nowhere there!

Tom looks out in the crowd and pulls himself on to his knees. He looks down at Casey laying on his stomach and smiles at the crowd. He jumps on Casey with a Crossface!

Simone: Dudely trying to end this with his Dudely Crossface!

Casey struggles around the ring as Tom puts pressure on him. Casey gets to his knees and pulls himself toward the ropes, using every ounce of strength to drag himself closer. He reaches out a long arm to grab on to the ropes. The referee calls for the break and Tom legs go of the hold.

Adams: Casey used every ounce of strength in his body to get to the ropes to break the Dudely Crossface.

Tom moves to the left side of the ring away from Casey. Casey gets to his knees and plants one foot on the ground. Tom charges at him and goes for the Axe Kick!

Simone: Axe Kick.... no!

Before Dudely can land the kick, Casey straightens up and throws him knockout punch towards Tom's head!

Adams: Kiss Of Death.....no!

Tom ducks under Casey's huge punch and kicks him in the gut. Tom quickly bounces off the ropes and towards Casey, flying through the air and nailing....

Simone: Axe kick!

Adams: Connected!

Tom goes for the cover

Justin: The winner of the match..... TOM DUDELY!!!!

Adams: Tom picks up the win in this grudge match!

Simone: And he looked great doing it, looked like he'd never been away.

Coming onto the video-tron we can see the STILL NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions The HarKore Warriors with Weapon-X wearing his newly won ICW Heavyweight Championship Title belt.

Weapon-X: "one show nobodies" I think not Gabriel. You see when your The HarKore Warriors you have committments all over the NWA, even in the WCCW who even their commentator's disrespected us on the last Nightmare over a MINOR issue when we ended the team known as Absolved, which included the WCCW Heritage Heavyweight Champion Zak Phenom & a former NWA World Heavyweight Champion Aaron Shephard, for the second time. Also I didn't just finally win the ICW Heavyweight Championship title at March Massacre BUT I successfully defended my third position in the NWA World Heavyweight Division Rankings against fifth ranked Corporate Raven. Along with a trip to PRA as a referee we've been fairly busy but if you think that doesn't mean we've been watching SCW or keeping track of the Seven Deadly Sins your heavily mistaken. Unlike Jeff Manis you boy's & girls have EARNED our attention.

The video-tron switches to show two week's ago on SCW Climax Control where, after a distraction from Synn that allowed Kittie to get a ROLL UP pin cover on Viper for her team to get the Non-Title Mixed Gender Rules victory before coming back to the present time.

Weapon-X: We're not there live tonight, as I've already went from California to Puerto Rico to Ireland back to Texas in a two week span so we're coming to ya'll live from our studio's in Phoenix, Arizona. But while Synn & Gabriel are still lying to Despayre, like for example in tonight's match when ALL Despayre wanted was to be teammate with his "hero" but Gabriel is not interested in giving Despayre the chance to outshine him no matter what he say's, we are here to state our intentions to try to work in our schedule a return to SCW in the month of April.

Viper: If that's a 1 on 1 match with me vs. Kittie...

Weapon-X: Another tag team encounter or to meet up with the leader of lies Synn vs. me 1 on 1 it's unclear at this time. Now it is true we had a bad March but we've ended it well enough to almost forget the RMP show, losing the ICW Heavyweight Tag Team Championships & this lucky victory in SCW by Kittie & Despayre. In April we will win the NWA's Crockett Cup & successfully defend the NWA tag belts in Premiere but Synn we are not ignorant to your games like you claimed a few weeks ago on Climax Control. Make all the petty jokes about Viper & I being Adam & Eve as that's fine, you can join the other immature people around who don't try to have a better arguement or to "prove us wrong" for the most part they just try to make the lowest & crudest jokes possible to make us look bad. We've been doing this over 17 years it takes more then a few bad jokes to intimidate us.

Viper: The one thing you were right about is that we DON'T know 100% about your relationship with Despayre. But what we DO know is that you all RAN from AWA instead of letting Despayre deal with Goth there so that ya'll wouldn't be merely two month undefeated champions but possibly six month ones. I don't remember saying that that you've used Despayre to WIN all your titles but keeping him "in his place" clearly keeps him from challenging from any himself now doesn't it? Nick Jones is SO afraid of him he's not allowing his ally to be friends with Despayre as are Synn & Gabriel just as afraid of being made inferior if Despayre is able to get on the right medication & show the world what he can do in the ring? Yes I know I let my feelings get invovled by slapping him during the match but it was to try to wake him up NOT because we have any negative feelings towards the man who needs help.

Weapon-X: At High Stakes you started the Gauntlet match & went all the way to the end to become SCW Heavyweight Champion Gabriel. Your reign may of only lasted two months, as it seems to be a common theme for ya'll, but you went through 11 other men so there's nothing negative to be said about that. As all 11 couldn't of been jobbers you had to go through a few top mid card or main event level talent. But there is a bigger picture. You want that title back. Synn wants whatever you want. Despayre as SCW Heavyweight Champion is not acceptable to the two of you as hell he could even win the lowest title the Roulette title & it piss ya'll off. He get's whatever scrap's you two throw his way & treats you like GOD'S for it not knowing any better. If we have our way by the end of April our Eyes of Justice will show him the light & then it'll be up to him to go to that next level.

Viper: Good luck tonight Gabriel & Rage. Wouldn't want you two worried about us "nobodies" while you try to get in line for the SCW Heavyweight Tag Team Championship titles. Ask Corporate Raven as he's neither ICW OR PRA Heavyweight Champion at the close of March. He had us on the brain all month.

Weapon-X: My fans know that even if we may lose some battles we will win the war. It took since August & I finally have what should of been mine in the month of November...

X points at the ICW Heavyweight Championship title.

Weapon-X: ...so for the Seven Deadly Sins don't worry about us getting bored. We'll be waiting to make sure Justice is Served no matter how long it takes.

The video-tron fades out as we go back to the ring ready for our next match.

The camera cuts to the announcer's table where Jason and Belinda sit. Jason rubs his chin and looks to Belinda.

Adams: Why do those two jokers keep calling our Tag team Championship a heavyweight title?

Belinda rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Simone: I don't know. Contrary to what they obviously think, SCW does not have weight classes! Contrary to what they obviously think, not every Tag Team title is classified as a heavyweight title if the word 'cruiserweight' is not placed in front of it. And contrary to what they obviously believe, I think we know the official names of our own goddam championships!

Adams: Oh! you go girl!

The cameraman steps through the very back hallway slowly as the lights flicker. Off, on… off… on. The door ahead is his destination. His slow, steady footsteps are the only sound heard echoing through the hall, aside from the buzzing of the faulty lighting. There is a deep breath taken and a pause once the door is reached. The camera looks down at the bar running across the door, and then up to the sign that says “Emergency Exit Only”. After the shortest of seconds of contemplation, the door pops open and a siren starts to ring throughout the backstage area. A hearty chuckle is heard amongst the ringing, and the cameraman steps outside, just to the left of the loading dock. They look from side to side, and then they walk down a set of steps to the pavement below. As they stand there, a soft whisper can be heard./i>

”You threw me to the wolves, and I persevered. You shamed me, and I came back with a smile on my face. You tried to kill me, but I just won’t die…”

The cameraman slowly steps forward where there is the sight of a small spot, just out of the illumination of the silver moon. He lowers the camera, and sits it down, locking it to a tripod. The shuffling of feet is heard as the camera zoom in a bit to see a series of broken beer bottles smashed against the ground, the occasional sparkling from the beautiful shards as cars move in the distance. A deep breath is then heard, as slowly, one by one, more bottles are smashed against the pavement from the cameraman.

”You wanted to watch me burn in flames, but here I am, uncharred, and unharmed. Here I am, do your worst, because I will come right back with a smile and a vacant look in my eye as I plot my revenge against you. You almost had me, but you pushed it just a little too far. I’m back, and I’m badder than ever…”

The last bottle is thrown, and then the cameraman slowly walks around, chains rattling as he walks by. Three, four, five, six or more dangle from his pocket as he steps forward, the glass crunching in a sweet harmony under his boots. He forward, and kneels down on the glass, facing the camera. A sadistic grin is spread across his pale face. As he kneels down the rest of the way, the camera catches his black spiked hair that gives his identity away. He lifts up his sunglasses onto his forehead as he just stares on for a moment, silently. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette, and a Vegas Zippo lighter. He shields it from the wind as he lights it, taking in the sweet flavor. His eyes roll back in a show of pure ecstasy as he exhales the silvery cloud from his lungs.

Spike Staggs: So arrogant to think that you would wreck my world simply by walking out of it. You did three people a favor by doing that. Take your gold and leave us be. Let us prove that we are better off without you… Hmmm, double entendre there. Our family, and MY NXT family. We don’t need you… We… just… don’t…

Spike leans back, sitting down in the carpeting of glass against the concrete. He sighs in a sort of relief as he takes another long drag from his cigarette. He cracks his neck and looks back to the camera, flicking his tongue.

Spike Staggs: Everyone is talking about the New X-Tremes falling apart, but I tell you, with our weakest link gone, we are getting stronger by the day. A half assed win over some half assed competition barely even put you in the running, and the fluke that landed that gold around your waist, I played it cool, but you amazed the hell out of all of us. With you gone, we have set our sights in a new, better direction… And if any other remaining NXT member thinks they are too good for us, get the fuck gone!

Spike’s eyes flash an intensity as he says this, and his joyful expression fades to something not seen in years. Rage, pure and unadulterated. He leans forward, crawling across the broken glass and leaves only his face visible as he continues.

Spike Stags: You heard me right. If anyone else wants to find greener pastures, I ask you, no I IMPLORE you to hit the bricks, and don’t bother looking back. Because we will be miles ahead without the dead weight. If you are where you want to be, and not just there because you pity me, then let’s move forward, and prove what we have said all along. We are THE force to be reckoned with. We are the stars that shine brightest. We are the Main Event of Sin City Wrestling that sells out those seats. We are the ones who will prove the naysayers wrong, *cou-Hot Stuff, Angelica, Nick Jones-gh*. Because we will NOT DIE! If you are with me, great. No problems. We are like family, the three of us, but I was about to marry that wench last week, and you see how easily I forgot, oh, what’s her name… I am here for my family, and I expect the same. If we continue to work together, we will exceed our own expectations. You can count on that.

Spike slowly gets up, pieces of glass falling from his clothing as trickles of blood run from his hands. He picks the camera up with one hand, and looks down into it.

Spike Staggs: Sin City Wrestling… This is not a threat, it is a promise… Get ready to be taken to… NEW… X… TREMES!

Spike continues to look down into the camera, with his intense look lightening back up into a smile as he slowly walks back toward the building. We fade out.

Justin: The following contest is a tag team match, and it is scheduled for one fall!

"Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven plays across the sound system and the spotlight shines on the stage where stands Gabriel and Rage side by side, and a foot behind them, their mentor, Synn. They are greeted by enthusiastic cheers from the crowd on hand. Gabriel pumps a fist into the air, acknowledging his fan base. Unlike his partner, rage's fierce focal point is straight ahead, on the six-sided ring down the aisle. They pause for the briefest of moments, and the triad begins the descent towards the ring.

Justin: Coming down the aisle, accompanied by Synn, at a total combined weight of 530 pounds, representing the Seven Deadly Sins ... Gabriel and Rage!

Justin: Their opponents have a combined weight of 520 pounds, representing New Xtreme ... Jordan Williams and Spike Staggs!

"Miseria Cantare - The Beginning" By AFI plays and Jordan and Spike step out from behind the curtains and like their opponents, they are greeted with cheers and applause from the Amsterdam crowd. They pause briefly to soak up the adulation before starting their trek towards the ring. Jordan slides in beneath the bottom rope as Spike climbs onto the apron and through the ropes. They step into the center of the ring where Gabriel and Rage turn from Synn and they themselves walk over to the middle of the ring and meet their opponents dead center, practically nose to nose.

Adams: Oh man! This match, this one could easily have been the main event! Four men, all former or current champions and each representing their own wrestling family in this match!

Simone: Indeed! It's a match some have billed as a stable war. Gabriel and Rage are representing the Seven Deadly Sins, and Spike and Jordan are New Xtreme! There is no hatred or feud going on in this one...

Adams: Yet.

Simone: True, but the main thing here tonight for all these men? Pride. And that will be just as intense a motivational technique as any championship!

Simone: It looks like it'll be Jordan and Gabriel starting things off for this one.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

1.....
2..... Jordan kicks out fast!

Adams: Whoa! Gabriel almost caught the former World Champion unaware there!

Simone: Jordan has to be careful! Gabriel is one of the craftiest wrestlers in the SCW!

They both get up quickly and Jordan stops him short with a knife edge chop across the chest. Gabriel grabs his pectoral region and grits his teeth at the stinging pain. He then answers back and knife edge chops Jordan. Jordan grits his teeth and clenches a fist, then kicks Gabriel in the stomach, doubling him over. Jordan grabs him by the arm and whips him into the corner and meets him immediately with a clothesline that sends Gabriel down onto his backside in the corner. Jordan stomps down into his exposed chest and then grabs him and pulls him out and lands stiff forearms across Gabriel's back.

Simone: Say what you will. All four of these men have their fan bases, but there's not one of them who hasn't, or won't, bend the rules in order to do a little more damage in that ring.

Jordan lands a boot to his opponent and is close enough that he can reach and tag in Spike. Spike steps in but he stands away from Gabriel and has his eyes on Rage out on the apron. Gabriel stands up and Spike points first at him, then at his partner.

Adams: Oh are you kidding me!?

Simone: Spike wants Rage in the ring! Rage wants a fight, and Spike needs to vent. it's the perfect set up!

Simone: Fat chance!

Adams: Now I wonder if Spike is regretting on demanding Rage to get into this one!

Adams: Well I guess it's safe to say both men are letting off some serious steam with this!

Simone: And to think they're both probably having the time of their lives in there!

Adams: Talk about clash of the titans!

Jordan is up and before Rage can get to his feet, Jordan grabs both of his legs and turns him over into a Texas Cloverleaf!

Simone: I seriously doubt he'll make Rage tap but what a hell of a way to weaken the larger, stronger man!

Adams: Hey since Jordan's from Georgia, is it still technically a Texas cloverleaf?

Simone: Sometimes the things you say would baffle Plato.

Adams: That funky clay stuff kids play with?

Simone: Never mind!

Simone: Ask a stupid question... you get that for an answer!

Adams: Uh ohhhh!