Climax Control

The Stade Pierre de Coubertin in famous Paris, France is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells;

"Proud Member of Get Rage laid 2012!"

"I want a bite of Cookie!"

"The Fallen = New Age of Bombshells!"

"Goth gives me makeup tips!"

"Tom Dudely now and forever the champ!"

The cameras pass along the fans, 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: Bonjour chacun, et bienvenue vers Paris, la France et Sin City Wrestling!

The crowd cheers enthusiastically.

Justin: Svp permettez-moi de présenter actuellement SCW' ; hôtesse de s avec la Mlle Amanda Hugginkiss de Mostess !

The crowd cheers as the dainty music starts playing over the speakers and Amanda waltzes out onto the stage dressed as a French maid...,/P>

Amanda: Past the cafe shutters down,
No one stirs in the town.
The morning after the rain
The barges move on the Seine.

Down the avenue lined with trees
Paris bells ring on the breeze
Paris bells ring on the breeze.

Dawn is breaking, birds start to sing,
Sun is rising, warms everything.
The echo of footsteps on a cobbled street,
Dim alleyways where the shadows meet.

Down the avenue lined with trees
Paris bells ring on the breeze
Paris bells ring on the breeze.

The places where we used to visit,
The chapel where we went to wed.
Paris bells on the breeze
Often stir memories.

We both knew the morning rain
We both wandered down the Seine.
Now you're gone away from me
You're just a memory
Like the bells ring on the breeze,
Paris bells ring on the breeze.

The song ends and the crowd cheers as Amanda poses -- and from behind her appears a man dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. Amanda turns around and swoons, right into the Phantom's arms who carries her away into the shadows much to the delight and amusement of the fans.

Adams: Bonjour from Paris!

Simone: Welcome to Climax Contol! I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I am Jason Adams, tonight show is coming straight out of France, and we head towards Germany, then England!

Simone: Tonight's show has a huge baring on Germany and England as tonight, we start the the tournament to see who Nick Jones will face in London

Adams: Tonight, Adam Smith with go one on one with Johnny Brown with the winner advancing to Germany to face either Goth or Jared Black

Simone: And on the other side of the bracket, Rage takes on Tom Dudely, to get to Germany to face either Old Skool or Bobby Cage.

Adams: Also tonight, we have those wild Bombshell's on the card, with The Fallen, with Darknyss at ringside, to take on the stunning Vixen and our big is beautiful model, Cookie S'Mores

Simone: We've heard that Brandi Shotze will be in the corner of Cookie and Vixen.

Adams: Awesome, she has a great pair of.... eyes

Simone: Ugh! And tonight's main event sees The Aristocrats go against the team of Kain and Matthew Kennedy

Adams: I don't know what the bosses were thinking putting Kain with Kennedy

Simone: Me neither, but we can get this one started now

Adams: Yeah! Let's do it!




London get ready!!! At London’s Brawling thr True Brit; the number one challenger for the SCW Heavyweight Championship is coming…..

HOME!!!!.

Johnny Brown; the True Brit, finishes his pre-tape to air across the U.K. ahead of Sin City Wrestling’s big event the aforementioned London’s Brawling. Rocky Mountains the Sin-C-Dub backstage reporter is standing ready to grab him before he heads to the ring.

RM: Johnny can I just have a minute… ok thanks. I’ve just heard your promo for our upcoming Supercard and couldn’t help but notice that you called yourself the number one challenger for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?

JB: Not at all.

RM: That was short and sweet answer? Aren’t you concerned that you have to get past Adam Smith, then you still have 3 other superstars to get through, the likes of Rage, Goth or Tom Dudely? All top talent!

JB: Nope.

RM: Come on Johnny give me something here, even a boob joke or some intelligible slang that we’ll need subtitles for.

JB: Are you taking the pi$$ love? Jus’ cos I wont smack a b*tch up don’t mean I can’t make your life difficult. If I turn up the air conditioning your hubba bubba nips will rip clean through you overworked blouse like a hot knife through butter. I’m not sweating my opponents cos I don’t have to.

I have every faith in my ability ta get tha job done. I’ve heard them spouting off, I’ve seen the tweets bouncing around, I’ve noticed the absence of some of the tournament entrants.

Yet none of that matters, al that matters is what happens in the ring. I’ll spout $hit with the best of them but unlike everyone else in the back I can back it up. Jackal is a deadman walking; right now it’s me goal to give him a lethal injection of True Brit and lay him ta rest.

Next week is next week, I’ll put my fists up stand me ground, just like the British do when we’re backed inta a corner. When Sin-C-Dub returns to me ‘omeland I will be in the main event and I will win the gold.

RM: So your aim is to give the British fans a night to remember at London’s Brawling?

JB: The fans? The so-called “Sinners”? nope, I couldn’t care less what they think. I’m here for me and my bruvver from another mother. The more I win the more dosh I can bank simple as sweetheart.

As if reacting to a cue Stu Smith; “The Gentleman” steps alongside Rocky. He gives her a nod and a wink before addressing Johnny.

SS: Johnny it’s time ta get to gorilla.

JB: Times up now get the Pointer Sisters out of my way Betty Boobs I have a match, and a title shot to win.

Johnny storms off ready to kick someone’s head in.

SS: Good evening Rocky, you look beautiful tonight.

Stu kisses Rocky’s hand, he holds her gaze as he leaves.




Adams: This is the first of four matches. Whoever wins here moves on, getting one step closer to being the #1 contender for Nick Jones's SCW title!

Simone: This is not going to be an easy fight for either man today, but it should be an interesting one!

The low intro to Town Called Malice plays across the arena. At the top of the ramp the lights flashing to the beat show a figure at the top of the ramp.

As the chorus kicks in Johnny Brown turns flicks his arms out to herald his arrival. He struts to the ring ignoring the crowd nodding his head to his own theme. Behind him his Bruvver from another Mother, the ‘Gentleman’ Stu Smith; applauds Johnny whilst scowling at the fans.

Justin Decent: On his way to the ring... weighing in at 240lbs and hailing from GREAT Britain.. He is the True Brit... Joooohhnnnyyy Brooooooown.

Johnny stops his march to listen to his introduction raising his hands high, beckoning to no-one in-particular that he is here. He springs lithely to the apron, wipes his boots then steps between the ropes. His bomber jacket is quickly unzipped and tossed to the Stu. He's ready.

Simone: Oh he's ready alright. This could be a golden opportunity for him!

Adams: Not if The Jackal has anything to say about that, Simone!

Justin Decent: And his opponent, from St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada, weighing at 200 lbs..."The Jackal" Adam Smith!

As the crowd stirs, the opening chords of "Don't Tread on Me" by Metallica play over the arena speakers. A small blast of pyro upon the stage accompanies the song as it kicks into full gear, and "The Jackal" Adam Smith steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction alongside his wife Christine Smith. Adam holds his arm up in the air and makes his way down the ramp, Christine close behind. The two exchange a quick kiss before Adam rolls inside the ring, bouncing off the far ropes and stopping in the middle of the ring, staring down Johnny Brown.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Johnny and Adam hook up in the middle of the ring, but Johnny gets the better of him and pushes him into a corner. The referee tries to break it up, but Johnny surprises Adam with three European Uppercuts. Adam is stunned momentarily, as Johnny goes for an irish-whip, but Adam reverses it and Johnny slams hard into the post. Clutching his chest, he turns around and Adam unleashes an Enziguri that sends Johnny flipping to the mat, crashing hard! He goes for the first pin!

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2...

But Johnny barely gets the shoulder up!

Adams:That was a close call! Johnny managed to get himself out of that in time!

Simone: Adams is pissed right now. Looks like he wanted to end the match quickly and didn't get that!

Adam yelled at the referee for a faster count, but the referee shook his head. He got up and started kicking him down like a dog from the street, then he picked him up and threw him into the ropes. Johnny returns and gets decked with a hard clothsline! Momentarily stunned, Johnny is picked up and becomes the victim of a gorilla slam! Adams goes for the top rope, talks trash to the crowd, who boo back at him in return, and he goes for a flying legdrop. But at the last possible second, Johnny rolls away and Adam immediately feels pain shooting up his leg!

Simone: That was a risky manuever and it certainly didn't pay off!

Adams: Johnny now has the time to capitalize on Adam's mistake! It could be the game changer!

Adam is on his knees and hands is and trying to recover, but Johnny doesn't give him. He punts him hard in the ribs that the audience swears that they heard a few bones break! Adam is screaming with rage, trying hard to breathe. Adam tries to rise up, but Johnny follows it up with an E.D.L., a stalking lariat that sends Adam reeling! Johnny goes for the count...

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But Adam kicks out in time!

Johnny rises to his full height and picks up his fallen foe, smacking him in the chest with hand chops three times. He sends Adam to the ropes and when he returns, down he goes with a devastating spinebuster! He tries to go for a pin, using his foot as his chest, gloating as he is showboating. The referee starts the count, but Johnny should have been paying attention, as Adam trips him with both hands, then immediately sets him up for the STF submission. Johnny howls in pain as Adam growls, yelling at him to submit and end the match. The referee asks him if he wishes to give up, but Johnny tells them both to shut their mouths. It takes a few minutes, but somehow, he manages to grab a hold of the ropes.

Adams: That was a close call right there. The match could have ended had Johnny submitted!

Simone: Yeah, but there's so much at stake here, especially when it involves a future World Heavyweight Championship match against Nick Jones!

Adam pulls him away from the ropes and hits him with three elbow drops. Picking him up, Adams yells at Jason, trash-talking to him, but Johnny surprises him with a headbutt, followed by a hammerlock DDT! Johnny is on the ground shortly, taking his time, as Adam rolls away, feeling the pain. Then Johnny rises from the ground. He punts Adam in the ribs hard again, possibly cracking a few ribs yet again! Adams howls in anger and tries to get up, but Johnny levels him with a spear! He picks up Adam and brings him to the top rope. He mouths off at the audience with some unkindly words before hitting Adam with the "British" Bulldog! And here comes the pin...

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But somehow Adam gets the shoulder up!

Johnny, infuriated that Adam could still not give in, throws him over the top rope! Adam is sent crashing to the mat on the outside and Johnny follows pursuit. Adam rises up and as Johnny rushes foward with another spear, but Adam sidesteps it and counters right back with a DDT that sends Johnny reeling! Apparently, it must have done enough damage, because the camera reveals that Johnny has been busted open from his face hitting the hard concrete! Adam laughs at his opponent's misfortune as Johnny tries to get up. That makes Adam pissed, so he unleashes a Bicycle Kick that sends him back to the ground. The referee yells at Adam to get back in, not before Johnny is sent to the post. But Johnny reverses it and sends Adam crashing into it instead. He rolls back into the ring, to break up the count, then gets out of it and follows that move up with a Saito Suplex!

He throws him into the ring and goes for the pin, but Adam kicks out quickly, fearing that he'll lose his chance. Johnny decides to go ahead and end it once and for all! He brings Adam up to his feet, then attempts to nail The Brown Wings! But Adam was somehow able to slither out of his way and kicks him in the gut, then finishes Johnny off with The Jackal Effect! This could be it for Adam! He covers Johnny and hooks the leg for the pin!

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But right before the referee slapped his hand on the mat, he caught Johnny's hand rising up! He broke the pin!

Simone: Wow! Johnny escaped losing! He was quick enough to bring his shoulder up for the referee to see!

Adams: What in the world is Adam doing? He should be concentrating on his opponent, not doing this right now!

Adam is yelling at the referee, arguing on how slow the count is. The referee defends his position, not relenting one bit! Adams should have turned around and gone for another finisher, because Johnny goes for a rolling package pin! As the referee makes the count, we suddenly see Johnny put both feet on the rope! Adam tries to get out of it rapidly...

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3!

Johnny immediately lets go and rolls out of the ring as Adams gets out and looks VERY SHOCKED!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner and moving on in the tournament....JOHNNY BROWN!!!!

Johnny Brown celebrates his victory as he is walking up the ramp. He turns around, sees Adams grit his teeth in rage, and "waves" at him, as if saying goodbye. Adams, already frustrated, keeps on pounding the mat with his hands, unable to believe what just transpired!

Simone: This is no one fault's but Adam's fault. He should have kept his eye on the ball and not be distracted elsehwere!

Adams: No kidding! Johnny took him by surprise and he's moving on to the next round in the tournament while Adam will have to wait for another chance at the gold!



"On We March" blares over the speakers and that gets the crowd going immediately. Kain and his beloved Ariel step out onto the ramp and gaze at the crowd as they boo the hell out of him. Hand-in-hand, the couple walk down the aisle, Kain mouthing off to the crowd, trash-talking as only he can. Both of them enter the ring and pose together, ending it with an kiss of evil and the two grin ruefully at the crowd. Kain grabs a microphone as Ariel steps back, watching her man as the crowd boos them both, even as the music dies down.

Kain: All of you should know the drill by now! Just shut up and listen to a man that knows what he is saying and DOES back it back each and every time!

Jason Adams: Already the crowd is not amused by whatever Kain says here!

Belinda Simone: Want to know something funny? They still bought a ticket just to see him in action! You know it's true!

Kain: You know, I keep getting booked for these ridiculous tag matches that always end up making me lose. And you know something? It's never my fault, for it's always the fault of my partners that force me to grit my teeth in rage. Tonight, it won't be any different, because I'm once again partnered up with an idiot that's only won a match or two and doesn't really mean much in the scheme of things! So I'll tell you what, boy - you do me a favor and stay the fuck out of my way. You're not man enough to handle two boys at once; you'll probably get your ass kicked anyway. More importantly, feel free to take today as nothing more but a lesson in how the REAL MEN handle business in the ring and I'm not talking about the Aristo-bullshitters! Tonight, they will earn a loss under their belt and there's not a damn thing they can do about it!

The crowd boos Kain intensely!

Kain: Now, to more important matters....Mark Ward.

This time, the crowd gives a different reaction, one of cheerful expression.

Kain: Months ago, you offered me a deal. To join up with you, thinking that you could somehow make me a legend here in the SCW. I turned it down, because I've always fought my own battles and won them all. I NEVER wanted help nor do I EVER needed it in the first place! So when I turned you down, you grew incensed with rage. You wanted me to be your bitch, but I wouldn't be like everyone else. The thought of being independent is what drove you to commit the most heinous crime; destroying me that night. Mark, it's the biggest mistake you've ever made in your career and you will be paying for it! Simone: What the hell is he talking about?

Adams: Hey, let the man speak! He's just trying to get something off his chest.

Kain: Of course, being the stupid douchebag that you are today, you didn't think that I would assault you back in reprisal. You clearly aren't a smart man, as I made you an example. I told you that things will happen my way, that you will grant me title matches at anytime. If you didn't follow up on my wishes, you will be broken even further. You had to piss me off, didn't you?

Kain sighs and shakes his head, then laughs for a bit before calming himself down.

Kain: Instead of doing what I wanted, you had to piss me off by getting involved in my matches. It is clear that you sent out Nick Jones to try and take me down and that failed miserably. You tried to get into my face, telling me that I was wrong, that I should have done the right thing. In the end, everything you tried failed against me and that pisses you off even further, doesn't it? And now, Mark Ward, you dare to come to me, mock me and then challenge me in a world that's of my own playground, my haven? The one world that I dominated in for such a long time before I ever entered the world of professional wrestling? Friend, what you are doing today accomplishes nothing! Kain looks at the crowd, circling around the ring as he speaks once again.

Kain: Then, last week, you enraged me even further when you decided NOT to put me into the tournament. Another mistake you made on your own behalf, Mark, and one that you will be regretting in the near future. And we all understand why, don't we? The answer is as plain as day!

Kain stops dead in his tracks and focuses his gaze squarely on the camera, making sure that Mark sees nothing but the truth coming out of Kain's mouth.

Kain: It's because, deep down inside, you know that I am the better man that Nick Jones will ever be. You know, deep down inside, that I am the only thing that matters in the Sin City Wrestling Organization. More importantly, I'm not a coward; you are. Despite you offering a challenge to put me in your place, you know that you cannot handle me in a one-on-one situation. Therefore, you are a lair and you talk too much about yourself. In the end, actions speak louder than words and my actions will prove to be a bit too much for you to handle, Mark. After all, any room that has high temperature will bound to get too high and none of you would be able to overcome the heat. But I've withstand the heat at all times! You think that challenge of yours will put me to the test, unlike any other? Think again, you stupid motherfucker!

Kain then brings out this twisted grin, out of nowhere.

Kain: Oh and I almost forgot. You are scared, deep down, that I could end up being the greatest SCW Heavyweight champion OF ALL TIME, one that is clearly strong, independent, and is able to do whatever he pleases...WITHOUT YOU OR ANYONE IN MY CORNER. That frightens you, doesn't it, Mark? To know that a god and a demon, like myself, is able to rise to the occasion and deliver the goods. Only Ariel, my beloved, can be trusted to be in my corner and she's the only thing that truly matters! Of course, she's smart enough to know that her man doesn't need help at all; not from an entourage, not from connections with the higher authorities, NO ONE! And that, Mark Ward, is what truly makes me great...

The crowd resumes their booing to the max. Kain looks away from the camera and glances at the crowd, walking around again and soaking it all in. He breathes a deep sigh, smiles, and speaks into the microphone again.

Kain: Now that I've hammered away with the truth that should hopefully be ingrained into your thick skull by now, everything will be decided here. Simone: Wait a sec! Tell me he's not gonna...

Adams: But he is! It looks like he's going to!

Kain glances into the camera once more.

Kain: Your challenge against me for London Brawling is accepted! And I'm not just accepting it just because you have me booked for it automatically, it's because I HAVE A CHOICE and it's a choice that I make, ON MY OWN TERMS. It's something that you will NEVER take away from me. This act, along with many other acts against you, will once again surely piss you off. I'm the one in control of my destiny, you worthless shit - YOU ARE NOT! Therefore, you will fight me at London Brawling and guess what? You will get your ass kicked by the greatest fighter of them all - KAIN, THE KING OF KINGS!

Adams: Folks, it's official! The King Of Kings will clash with Mark "Hot Stuff" Ward in what will be one of the biggest battles in SCW history!

Simone: Oh, no doubt! This is going to be one match that everyone will be focused on throughout the entire PPV! It's going to be quite epic, Jason!

Kain: Here's what going to happen, Mark. You are going to pay for every sin you committed against me. You interfered in just about every fight I've been involved in since our initial encounter. You talked too much trash and you tried to have your boyfriend, Nick Jones, get the best of me. Then you made me mad even further by not giving me a title shot, which was rightfully mine when you know, FOR A FACT, that Nick Jones and Damon Synn were nothing but easy prey for the win and that I would have been champion that night. All of your efforts have failed. At London Brawling, you will suffer my wrath, once and for all! The time has come for you to put up or shut up and I will put YOU IN YOUR PLACE, Mark!

The crowd boo big time! Kain: Mark, there will be no escape. There will be no turning back after this. I warned you. I told you what you should be doing. You failed to heed me. After London Brawling, mark my words; I will officially be YOUR BOSS. You will do what I say, when I say, and how I want it to happen. You will kneel before me, accept me as your king, and do what you are told. You will receive a beating that's well-deserved, a beating that's within an inch of your life, Mark. Do not take me lighly; you know how I handle my affairs in the ring. You can run, you can hide. You think you have home court advantage when you really don't! I know London ALL TOO WELL, because I've fought many battles there too, so don't ever think, for one second, that you have all the cards in hand. You're VERY wrong on that.

Kain smirks, one last thought remaining...

Kain: After London Brawling, as far as I'm concerned, your time and your life as both the boss of SCW and a professional wrestler...WILL BE OVER! Count on it, you stupid son of a BITCH!

Kain tosses the microphone away as Ariel kisses him on the mouth, telling him how proud she is. He nods back at her and the two talk to each other, the crowd booing him out of the building, as they walk up the ramp and exit, heading somwhere backstage.

Simone: Those are VERY strong words coming from Kain tonight, Jason. He has NO PROBLEM in delivering his own kind of justice against a man like Mark Ward. I don't doubt him one bit!

Adams: Neither do I! In fact, I wonder how Mark Ward will retort against him? Mark Ward has been at odds against Kain and they won't be happy until their score is settled! At London Brawling, that score could come to an end and it could also mean the end of either Kain or Mark Ward!



Justin: The following contest is for the Heavyweight Title number one contender tournament. Introducing first, from Utrect, The Netherlands, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine 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 Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, he is Jared Black!

"Sacred Heart" by It Dies Today begins to play over the speakers as smoke starts to billow out from beneath the curtain. Then a spotlight is shown at the top of the ramp. Through the smoke emerges Jared Black, as the light shines off his mirrored aviator sunglasses and leather trench coat. Jared then starts his trek towards the ring. The lights start to come up as he climbs up onto the apron of the ring. He climbs the middle turnbuckle and removes his sunglasses as he bobs his head to the chorus which can be heard by the fans.

GOTH VS JARED BLACK - FIRST ROUND TOURNAMENT MATCH

Goth and Jared lock up. Goth backs Jared into the ropes only to have Jared turn it around to put Goth against the ropes. Goth powers Jared around and backs him into the corner. Referee Drew Patton counts to four before Goth releases Jared. The two men size each other up for a moment before locking up again, but this time Goth ducks under, grabbing Jared around the waist. Goth lifts Jared up and over with a belly to back suplex. Goth grabs Jared by the head to bring him back to his feet, but Jared grabs Goth’s arm and pulls him to the mat locking in a modified crossface. Goth quickly scrambles to the ropes and Jared is forced to release the hold. Both men are quickly back to their feet.

Adams: Both men quickly up

Jared goes low, pulling Goth’s legs out from under him. Jared quickly attempts to lock in an ankle lock, but Goth scrambles to the ropes once again. Goth gets back to his feet and the two men lock up again. This time, Jared twists Goth’s arm into a hammer lock. Goth hits Jared with a couple of elbows before reversing it into a hammer lock of his own. Goth releases the hammer lock and puts Jared in a side headlock instead. Jared backs Goth into the ropes and pushes him off to the opposite side of the ring. Goth comes back with a shoulder block that sends Jared to the mat. Goth bounces off of the ropes and runs across the ring, jumping over Jared. Jared hops to his feet and hits Goth with a standing dropkick. Goth rolls out of the ring.

Simone: Goth rolling out of harms way

Tired of waiting, Jared gets a running start and dives between the ropes, connecting with a suicide dive. Both men are down. They slowly get up, making their way to their feet at the same time. Jared attempts a roundhouse kick, but Goth ducks it, nailing Jared with a right hand. Goth hits Jared with another right hand before grabbing him by the back of his head and slamming into the barricade. Goth rolls Jared back into the ring, following closely after. Goth stomps on Jared three times before pulling him back to his feet. Goth hits Jared with an atomic drop followed by a clothesline. Goth makes a cover.

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2… Jared kicks out!

Goth pulls Jared up into a seated position and locks in a sleeper hold. Jared squirms to try to get out of it to no avail. His efforts become weaker and weaker until he goes limp. Drew Patton lifts Jared’s arm and drops it without a response. He does it again with the same result. On the third attempt, Jared lifts his arm before it hits the mat. Jared fights his way to a vertical position and hits Goth with a couple of elbows to the mid-section causing Goth to release him. Jared runs to the ropes and uses them to springboard himself into a moonsault onto Goth. Jared with the pin attempt.

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2… Goth kicks out!

Adams: Two quick pin attempts there

Jared pulls Goth back to his feet and whips him into the corner. Jared starts hitting Goth with kicks to his head and mid-section. Jared whips Goth to the opposite corner and runs at him with a spear but Goth moves out of the way sending Jared shoulder first into the ring post. Goth then grabs Jared and throws him back into the ring post, doing more damage to his shoulder. Jared writhes in pain on the mat until Goth pulls him to his feet. This doesn’t last long though as Goth immediately drops Jared with a back body drop. Goth attempts a pin.

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2… Jared gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Neither man getitng a real advantage here

As Jared gets to his feet, Goth brings a forearm down across his shoulder with enough force to knock him to the mat. Jared pulls himself to his feet. Goth starts to Irish whip Jared, but instead knocks him back to the mat with a ferocious clothesline. Goth brings Jared back to his feet and starts hitting him with knees to the mid-section. Goth attempt another Irish whip into a clothesline, but Jared ducks under, grabbing Goth around the waist and lifts him over in a belly to back suplex. Both men are down in the middle of the ring. Drew begins the ten count.

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Both men are back to their feet. Jared swings wildly. Goth ducks and locks in a crossface chicken wing. Jared fights to get out of the hold. After a few moments, Jared drops to his knees driving Goth’s jaw into his head. Goth stumbles back a couple of steps. Jared bounces off of the ropes and connects with a spear to Goth. Jared with a pin.

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3… NO! Goth kicks out!

Adams: I thought this one was over!

Simone: But you also think clouds play pictionary with you

Adams: They do!

Jared climbs the turnbuckle. He measures up his opponent before jumping off with a frog splash. Goth gets his knees up, driving them into the gut of Jared. Goth gets back to his feet. Jared pops up out of nowhere and hits Goth with a busaiku knee kick, the C.M.E! Goth falls out of the ring to the floor.

Adams: Crash!

Jared climbs out of the ring after Goth. He pulls Goth to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Jared makes the cover.

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2.999… Goth barely kicks out!

Simone: How close was that?!?!

Jared pulls Goth back to his feet and sets him up for Blackout. As Jared starts to move, Goth grabs ahold of the ropes and Jared throws himself to the mat. Jared pulls himself back to his feet and meets Goth with a kick to the mid-section. Jared follows up with a short arm lariat that sends Goth back down to the mat once again. Jared connects with a standing moonsault onto Goth. Jared pulls Goth to an upright position and kicks him in the gut once again to set up for the Blackout. Goth turns his body and lifts Jared into a bridging suplex. Goth holds for the pin.

1… Jared kicks out quickly!

Jared is the first one to his feet. He hits Goth with a running knee. Jared follows up with a snapmare into a sleeper hold. Goth fights his way back to his feet. Once he’s vertical, Goth hits Jared with elbows to the gut to get him to release the hold. Once free, Goth whips Jared off of the ropes and takes him down with a spinebuster. Goth is really feeling it as he pulls Jared to his feet. He delivers a kick to the mid-section before bringing Jared’s head to the mat with the Chaos ADDT. Goth with the cover.

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Justin: The winner of the match…. GOTH

Adams: Goth advances to Germany and to the next round of the tournament.

Simone: Goth Vs Nick Jones could be a hell of a match at London Brawling.




The scene cuts back to the center of the ring, where SCW Head Report Pussy Willow is standing, microphone in hand.

PW: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we begin an eight-man tournament to determine our #1 Contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship, with the winner going on to face Nick Jones for the title at SCW's next super-card, London Brawling.

The fans cheer loudly at this.

PW: This tournament features eight of SCW's best and brightest, including Jackal Adam Smith, True Brit Johnny Brown, Jared Black, Goth, Rage, Tom Dudely, Old Skool and Bobby the Convict Cage. However, only one man will walk away as the ultimate winner. So before we get things started, we wanted to bring out the person who will be watching these matches closer than any of us, to get his thoughts on what is about to kick off here tonight. So allow me to introduce to you, the SCW Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones!

An eruption of boos comes from the audience as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout the arena. A moment later, the curtain part and out walks Nick Jones, dressed in a custom tailored suit with his SCW Championship belt around his waist and a big smile on his face. Nick slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the various boos and jeers that consistently come in his direction as he makes his way down. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, Nick then walks up the steps and across the apron, looking out at the crowd for a moment with a smirk upon his face, before eventually climbing into the ring. He then walks over to Pussy, who hands him a microphone as his music is cut. The two wait a few moments for the boos to die down before beginning to speak.

PW: Nick, tonight you will see the start of a tournament to determine your next opponent for that title around your waist. With your title win over Blade Alexander and recent successful defenses against Kain, Damon Synn and Bruce Evans, you have already picked up wins against a number of SCW's top contenders. You now have eight new challengers lined up and ready to battle each other for the honor to challenge you for that title. What are your thoughts on that, and what will you be looking for when watching these matches tonight?

Nick: Listen honey, I'm not exactly sure what you're trying to get at, but just cut the crap. This tournament is going on for one very simple reason. Your boss Christian has run through the list of guys he THOUGHT could take this title from me, and every last one of them failed miserably. Now there's nobody worth a damn out there who has a chance against me, so he scrounged up everyone else he could, is making them all fight each other to see which one sucks the least and then is just hoping and praying the winner someone steps in some shit and manages to take this belt off of me. Well let me promise you something right now, it doesn't matter who wins this little tourney between these clowns, they don't stand a chance in hell when they step into the ring with me.

Nick smiles widely as he is greeted by even more boos from the fans.

PW: Well do you feel any of this men can provide a unique challenge to you? Keep in mind, you have not yet stepped into an SCW ring with any of these men.

Nick: Since when does that matter? If I had stepped into the ring with them before, they would have done the same thing Blade Alexander did and the same thing JT Underwood did twice, go running scared from me. The reason they've never faced me is because none of them are even close to being in my league, so SCW is at least smart enough not to waste all of our time on a record-setting short match. Most of these losers have accomplished absolutely nothing in their careers, and that's not about to change any time soon. I bet you even these morons sitting around us couldn't even tell you who at least half of them were.

More boos follow, as Nick ignores them and continues to talk.

Nick: Who's supposed to be the big bad threat I'm scared of? Oh yeah, I heard the big news about the return to the ring of the immortal Tom Dudely. If my biggest concern is supposed to be a guy who's returning to the ring for the first time in who knows how many years, that couldn't even hold my jock when he was in his prime, then I think there's not much to really worry about. The truth is, all of this is a waste of our time. Just tell me who the hell I have to beat and let's get this over with right now as far as I'm concerned. The truth is, all of this is nothing but a big cover-up to the greatest travesty in SCW history.

PW: I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about. Can you elaborate?

Nick: That would be the other title shot that was just lined up. It's nothing more but one more opportunity for that punk owner Christian to think he can screw me over.

PW: I don't understand what another title shot has to do with you. Which SCW title are you talking about?

Nick: Try not to think too hard there toots, I don't want you hurting your head. It's not an SCW title I'm talking about, it would be the fact that right around the corner it is SCW's turn for a shot at the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship, and it was handed on a silver platter to that useless piece of garbage Spike Staggs.

The fans erupt into cheers as the mention of Spike's name, and his upcoming title shot.

Nick: Oh will you people shut up? The fact that you cheer that loser should say everything you need to know about how big of a travesty this really is.

PW: Are you saying you felt you should have been the one given the title shot?

Nick: Are you kidding me? Is there really any doubt? I'm the top superstar in this entire company, that's not even a point of debate. Based on every single possible means of evaluation, this shot should be mine and only mine.

PW: How do you mean?

Nick: Well let's look down the list of criteria. Who is the reigning SCW Heavyweight Champion? That would be me. Who has the most victories of any SCW superstar? Me again. How many losses is that paired with? Oh, that's right, a big fat zero.

PW: Well that's only in singles matches.

Nick stops and glares at Pussy, clearly looking very displeased with her last comment.

Nick: You want to shutup and let me finish? Besides, it's not my fault if my useless partners can't hold up their end of the bargain. Now as I was saying... I've gotten everything going for me, much better than any other SCW superstar, and certainly far better than that clown Spike. What has that loser done recently? Oh yeah, he got beat at the last super card against a back office worker who's been out of the ring for years and a career loser who went running scared from wrestling for the second time in a month immediately after. Since then his biggest accomplishment was getting dumped in the middle of the ring by some chick who finally woke up and realized she was about to marry that lifelong loser. Yeah, that sounds like a real formula for a World Champion contender if you ask me.

PW: Don't you think the fact that you're the reigning SCW Champion has an impact on whether or not you should be receiving shots at other titles?

Nick: Why? Why the hell should I be punished for the fact that I'm better than every other person this company has to offer? If they don't want me to win every title there is, then maybe they need to start coming up with some people who can, oh I don't know, actually beat me. Besides, this isn't even another SCW title we're talking about, it's an NeWA, the WORLD title to be more specific, one has nothing to do with the other. If there's any person who deserves the shot at the top title we can compete for, then why shouldn't it be the very best this company has? Let me ask you a question, who was the top-ranked SCW superstar on the NeWA's World Heavyweight Title rankings when that announcement was made?

PW: Well I'm not exactly sure, but I'm guessing...

Nick: No need to guess, I'll tell you right now, it's me. That's right, Nick Jones. Not Spike Staggs, Nick Jones. How about who the top-ranked SCW superstar on the newest rankings just released by the NeWA? Well wouldn't you know, that's me again! The NeWA brass is smart enough to know I'm the best this company has to offer, yet somehow, someway, I don't seem to get treated that way. Instead SCW would rather piss away the opportunity to bring the title home by handing the shot to a guy who loses everything from his matches to his woman. Maybe once he completely blows this chance, this company will wake up and realize it's time they acknowledge who the real best this company has to offer and that way, when SCW's turn comes back around, they'll make the right choice to finally bring the World gold to this company.

PW: Well I know there are many in this company who feel very strongly that Spike has a great opportunity to bring the NeWA World title to SCW later this month.

Nick: Well those people are idiots.

Another loud chorus of boos follows those comments.

PW: Well I suppose the only way to know is when we get to the main event of London Brawling.

Nick: Let me just stop you right there, sweetheart. There's only one thing you will be seeing in the main event is this man with this title.

Nick pulls the SCW title from off around his waist and lifts it into the air to loud boos from the crowd.

Nick: While some people back there might be trying to screw me over whenever they can, they still know what makes them money and that's not watching some sad, pathetic, loser failing to bring the NeWA title to SCW, it's having THEIR champion and the best this business has ever seen, headline their biggest show yet.

PW: What exactly makes you so confident that your match will be the main event?

Nick: It's the only logical decision to be made, and as if that weren't enough, I've already been assured by someone pretty important around here that it will be the case. It's just one more piece of evidence that tells you as much as people may want to deny it, they all know who the best around here really is.

PW: Well speaking of your match, let's get back to the reason I've asked you out here tonight. Do you have any final thoughts to share with those 8 men who will be competing tonight for the opportunity to face you in a few weeks from now?

Nick: What is there really to say? Here's the reality of the situation, all you fools are battling for is the opportunity to get embarrassed on a national stage against a real superstar, instead of getting embarrassed in this dump by one of your fellow losers. Frankly, it's not the worst thing in the world when you really consider it. It's probably the most you could hope to achieve in your career, as you'll never have more people watching you do what you do best, which of course would be losing. In the end, there will be just one of you who will be lucky to find out first hand that what I say could not possibly be more true. I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.

"Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout the arena once again as Nick tosses his mic back to Pussy Willow. Nick then climbs out of the ring heading straight up the ramp and through the curtain to the back.




Justin Decent is back inside of the ring, a black towel and nothing else draped around his hips with microphone in hand.

Justin: Mesdames et messieurs, notre prochain concours est une allumette ronde de tournoi de coups de grâce d'ouverture et elle est programmée pour une chute !

The crowd applauds enthusiastically.

Justin: Présentation d'abord ! De Dudelyville, la Californie, pesant 215 livres de 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.

Justin: Son adversaire est des pièces inconnu, pesant 300 livres, le péché de la fureur de Rage !

The whole arena goes completely black. A few seconds later, huge pyros go off suddenly as Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven starts to play. A few seconds into the music Rage appears from behind backstage and stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds before he starts walking to the ring. As he is walking to the ring, the crowd overpowers Rage’s music, but he doesn’t seem to care as he has a sick smile on his face, showing nothing but evil intentions for his opponent. He enters the ring and stands in the center, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!


KNOCKOUTS TOURNAMENT - OPENING ROUND
RAGE vs TOM DUDELY

As the bell sounds, Tom and Rage emerge from their corners and they slowly circle one another, neither's eyes straying from the other. They pause and then lunge, locking up collar and elbow. Almost immediately the larger, stronger Rage shoves Tom back into the corner.

Adams: It's not too smart for Tom to be trying to match power with Rage. And I know a lot about doing not so smart things.

Simone: You don't say?

Tom comes right out of the corner and the two lock up again, but this time before he can be shoved away, Tom grabs Rage into a side headlock. Tom cranks on the pressure as Rage grits his teeth and struggles.

Simone: Now this is more like it. Tom can't right Rage. He has to outmaneuver him.

Rage then picks Tom up, as if for an atomic drop, but simply heaves him off of him and across the ring!

Adams: Wow! Hard to outmaneuver someone who can do that!

Tom stands up and stares Rage down who slowly raises his hand, asking for a test of strength with a nasty smile on his face. Tom looks out to the crowd who is cheering and he then starts to approach.

Simone: Oh don't tell me Tom is going to.

Tom raises his hand and slowly, the two interlock their fingers. Rage then brings up his other hand -- and Tom quickly takes advantage and arm drags Rage over!

Adams: Ha! That's my boy!

Rage is on the mat and Tom holds him tightly in a wrist lock and quickly starts to stomp down onto his exposed arm, then drops one ... two ... three leg drops. He then locks Rage's arm into a short-arm scissors and twists on the limb.

Simone: That's one way to neutralize Rage's strength. Take away one of those big arms of his.

Rage rolls over onto his hands and knees, bringing Tom with him who still has Rage's arm locked in the hold. Rage starts to get up...

Adams: No way!

And slowly Rage rises to a standing position, holding Tom on his shoulder!

Simone: Way!

But before Rage can act, Tom uses his leverage to roll over in a victory style maneuver, taking Rage right back down and right back into the arm scissors! Rage utters a loud explicative!

Adams: Ooo! Another quarter to Despayre's swear jar!

Simone: And it was worth it! That was a beautiful maneuver by Tom and one of the reasons why he's a former world champion!

Rage reaches up and grabs a handful of Tom's hair but Drew Patton, the junior official, orders him to let go, starting a count and giving Rage no other choice. Tom cinches the hold in, then after several long moments, lets it go -- only to switch it to an arm bar.

Simone: That could be a mistake. Now Rage can get off of the mat more easily.

Rage does indeed start to rise, with Tom holding onto his arm and wrenching it painfully. They get to a standing position and Tom twists his arm in an arm wringer, then goes to Irish whip him into the near corner but Rage uses his power and reverses, sending Tom in instead. Rage charges in but Tom brings his feet up and Rage catches them.

Adams: Uhhh ohhh!

Rage swings a double axe handle down toward Tom's exposed stomach but Tom moves and as Rage lurches over, Tom jumps over him with a surprise sunset flip!

1.....
2..... Rage kicks out!

Rage jumps to his feet and Tom swings behind him and rolls him up in a reverse cradle!

1.....
2..... Rage kicks out again!

Rage tries to stand but Tom pulls his leg out from under him to go to work but Rage puts a boot into his chest and kicks him off!

Adams: Wow! I don't think it'll be so easy for Tom now that Rage is getting worked up.

Tom comes up after him and Rage buries a fist into his stomach, bringing him to a halt. Rage then Irish whips him but as Tom comes off the ropes, he slides right through Rage's legs. Rage spins around and Tom strikes fast with a left, and then a right! Rage growls and swings back, but Tom ducks and as Rage turns around from the momentum, Tom grabs him in a waist lock, picks him up and drops him right down onto his tailbone!

Adams: Oh I hope they sell donut pillows here in France!

Rage staggers up, his face a mask of pain, and he backs against the ropes where Tom barrels into him with a running clothesline that sends the big man tumbling over and to the ringside floor! The crowd is on their feet, cheering wildly, as Tom jumps to the corner with his fists raised! Tom starts to go toward the ropes but Drew stops him and backs him to the other side of the ring while Rage starts to stir on the outside. Drew walks back and begins to issue his count;

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

Rage stands and Tom suddenly charges across the ring and leaps over the top rope for a flying body press -- only Rage sees him coming and displays his strength by catching him in his arms!

Simone: Oh that's not good!

And Rage falls straight forward, power slamming Tom onto the ringside floor!

Adams: Oh it sucks to be him!

Tom is motionless, his face in obvious pain! Rage stands up, a hand in Tom's hair, dragging him up with him. Rage slams Tom's head into the ring apron, then takes him by the arm and hurls him into the steel steps with a resounding crash of body meets metal! Drew is counting again...

4...
5...
6...
7...

Rage rolls inside of the ring to break the count, then rolls right back out. Rage stalks Tom as the former champion returns to his feet and Rage scoops him up and body slams him right down onto the floor!

Simone: oh if Rage keeps up tactics like this to Tom's back, he's going to completely incapacitate him.

Rage pulls Tom up and sets him into slam position again, but this time runs him into the ring post, then dumps him back inside of the ring.

Adams: Wow! His friends weren't kidding! He really needs to get laid!

Simone: Maybe you should tell him that.

Adams: ...... Nah!

Rage climbs back inside as Tom struggles to his hands and knees and rage drops down and starts to pummel his back with clubbing lefts and rights. Rage then grabs his head with two handfuls of hair and slams him down into the mat. Rage rolls him over onto him back and covers him.

1.....
2..... Tom gets the shoulder up.

Rage immediately brings him to a seated position from behind and swings three forearms down around into Tom's head. Rage then stands up and uses two handfuls of Tom's short hair to heave his opponent off of the mat and simply throw him right back down to the canvas!

Simone: Good god I would love to know what is with all of these anger issues that man has!

Adams: I blame Maggie myself.

Simone: Who?

Rage peels Tom off of the mat and runs him back into the corner where he slams his shoulder into Tom's stomach twice. Rage then pulls him out and whips him into the ropes and catches him for a powerslam but Tom almost immediately turns it into an inside cradle!

1.....
2.....
3-No! Rage powers out!

Simone: Oh that was too close! Tom almost caught him!

Adams: And it looks like he's paying for it too!

Rage grabs Tom by the throat with both hands and lifts him into a standing choke! Drew tries to tell him too release him and rage complies -- by simply dropping him harshly to the mat. rage then walks over towards the fallen Tom and places a boot onto his chest. He points towards the referee and Drew shakes his head and drops to make the count.

1..... Tom suddenly sweeps Rage's foot out from under him and locks him into an ankle lock!

Adams: Where did THAT come from!?

Simone: It's called experience!

Rage howls in anger and pain as Tom twists his ankle at an awkward position! Drew asks Rage if he wants to give it up but Rage shakes his head 'no'! The big man then rolls to his back and tries to kick Tom off again but Tom grabs his foot and turns the effort to his advantage with a Boston crab!

Simone: How in hell is Tom making such a fast comeback after all the hell Rage put his back through!?

Rage yells as he powers himself up onto his forearms to elevate the pressure from his back while Tom strains to keep the hold on. Rage then uses his leg strength to finally power Tom off, heaving him forward and off of him. Tom gets up and turns to see Rage charging at him. Tom ducks and grabs rage from behind and brings the larger man up and over with a bridging German suplex!

1.....
2..... Rage powers out!

Tom is holding his back and grimacing as he starts to get up.

Simone: Oh one has to wonder if that would have been it had Tom's back not sustained so much damage.

Tom quickly ignores his back and runs into the ropes and springboards off of the top and flies right into rage and plants him with a DDT!

Adams: Springboard DDT! Nice!

Rage is down and seemingly out and Tom goes for the cover, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
3-No! Rage gets the shoulder up!

Adams: I thought that was it!

Simone: Synn always said Rage had a hard head! I guess there's evidence right there!

Tom lets loose some of his own frustration by firing off three straight right fists into Rage's head before going back to the corner and mounting the top turnbuckle.

Simone: Whatever Tom has planned, if he hits it, Rage is out of this tournament!

Holding his head, Rage stands up slowly but does not see his opponent. He turns around and Tom jumps from his perch, going for a Hurricanrana -- but Rage catches him!

Adams: UH OH!

And Rage drives him straight down with a powerbomb! But he does not go for the cover! He powers Tom up and drops him with a second powerbomb! Still, no cover as he brings him back up and this time holds him in the air momentarily until he finally drops into a seated powerbomb! He rolls over onto Tom in a cover, folding his legs over for the cover!

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

Justin: Le gagnant de cette allumette, avançant aux semi-finals ... Rage!

Simone: Give Tom all the credit in the world! He almost had Rage but it in the end, perhaps all of the time Tom Dudely was away from the ring cost him this one!

Adams: Yeah but it took three powerbombs to put that man away!

Simone: oh there is no question about that one Jason! Tom is a fighter and proved it time and again in this one, but it is Rage who advances to the next round in Germany!

Drew checks on Tom is on the mat, hurt and stunned. Rage ignores his opponent and leaves the ring, dropping to the floor and walking toward the back.




The camera returns to the ring where the lights are dimmed down low and three young women are inside of the six-sided ring, each seated in a chair all set in a row. "Scream" by Timbaland starts to play and the single light above the ring shines as a spotlight on Justin Decent who stands in the corner of the ring. He is wearing a hat that veils his face, and a long, leather coat that stretches to his feet.


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The music's beat has the young ladies on their chairs moving to the music as Justin steps from the corner and the three women starts smiling and shielding their faces in shyness. One clasps her hands in glee and another turns her head, her face flushed, and Justin reaches an arm forward and turns her head back to look at him.

Justin steps back, and as he starts to move his hips to the beat of the music, he opens the long jacket, revealing his sculpted body in little more than shimmering black booty shorts that 'almost' qualifies as a thong! The cheers and whistles ignite as the jacket slides from his arms and falls to the mat and the three fans are squirming -- but in a most delighted way!

Justin approaches the lady on the far left and steps over her legs, straddling her lap, and he starts moving his hips left and right, forward and backward, in a heavy and seductive rhythm as she dances from her chair as well.

Justin then moves to the young woman seated in the center and turns his back to her and straddles her lap as well, then takes her hands and runs them down his side and up over his pecs while he slowly sits in her lap and moves to the music, the crowd cheering and the woman in seeming heaven!

The cheers continue to grow as Justin moves on to the final young woman and stands over her lap, and he takes her hands and plants them firmly on his barely clad backside -- and the cheers magnify and the fan holds on as Justin dips low while moving and grinding his hips with the music!

By the now the fans, the women at least, are in a frenzy of cheers and lustful catcalls while Justin steps back from the three and takes referee Jasmine St. john by the hand and twirls her around in a dance move and dips her low, running his fingers along her chin and down her throat before bringing her back to her feet. Jasmine fans herself as Justin dances over towards the three fans again and lays down across their laps, bringing his performance to a close.

The fans cheer!

Adams: I have no idea what to say to that!

Simone: I think 'wow' just about covers it. I do believe the ladies of Paris owe that man a fruit basket!




"Unbelievable" by EMF erupts over the sound system of the building and the crowd cheers as the entrance curtains part and there stands one-half of the SCW Co-Owners, Christian Underwood. Dressed in a powder blue dress shirt and silk tie, and matching cream colored dress slacks, Christian looks every bit the stereotype of fashion sense as he smiles, looking out to the cheering fans and he raises a hand to acknowledge them.

He then starts down towards the ring, slapping the many hands reaching out toward him before arriving at the ringside area. He jogs up the steps and walks along the ringside apron and turns his back against the ropes and whips his tie off and then starts moving his body to the beat of the music, much to the delight and approval of the fans.

He finally stops dancing and turns back to the ropes, stepping between the top and middle ropes and arriving inside of the six-sided ring. He walks over toward the corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle to look out to the crowd. He claps his hands together and pumps a fist to the rafters before dropping to the canvas and turning to address the crowd.

Jason Adams: Every time we see either of the bosses, it means something big. What else could it be? Am I getting a nicer commentary partner?

Before Belinda can retort, Christian politely holds his hand up in the air, asking for a bit of silence. He looks around with a big smile on his face as he looks out around the crowd, taking it all in. He lowers his hand and raises the microphone to his lips.

Christian Underwood: Thank you, thank you. Ladies and gentlemen, tonight Sin City Wrestling is proud to perform in front of such a stellar audience in Paris, France!

*Cheap Pop

Christian Underwood: We look forward to continuing such an amazing show for you guys. But we would like to take a moment to talk about next week… Don’t worry, you guys can follow it on the website, scwrestling.co.cc … Next week, we would like to extend an offer to the NW…

Just then, the light in the arena go out, pure blackness. The speakers sizzle with a static, and the sound of a small child’s laughter is heard faintly in the background. It fades into “Ready or Not (I’m Coming)” by Oomph! and the lights at ringside slowly light up, but a not the ramp. Spike’s video is the only light, and it isn’t long before he steps out of the shadows, letting his face show through first. A smile overtakes his face as he puffs out his chest and steps into the light. He is dressed in the tuxedo from the “non-wedding” a few weeks ago, only it has seen it’s fair bit of damage with the occasional rip and stain on the shirt. Dangling from his hand is the Mr. Mom apron, and he slides it over his head. He lifts up his sunglasses and tosses them out into the crowd, slapping a few hands before dashing up to the head of the ring. He leaps up onto the apron and pauses, looking around at the audience as they cheer. He finally gets into the ring as the lights all return to normal, and he approaches Justin Decent for a microphone. Once he receives it, the music dies down, and Christian looks at him questioningly. Spike holds a hand up apologetically, and mouths something away from the microphone.

Spike Staggs: I am very, very sorry Christian. I know… I know this was supposed to be some big welcome for the “champ”, but I think it is more tactful for the challenger to do so in a respectable display of good sportsmanship. I hope that you understand.

Spike lowers the microphone and extends a hand to Christian. He looks at Spike, in a mixture of what might be annoyance and perhaps a little confusion as well. Spike bows his head in a respectful manner, and Christian nods his head and accepts the handshake. Spike pulls him in for a sort of “bro hug” before Christian bows his head and steps to the side, not leaving the ring. Spike raises the microphone to his lips once more. He looks around the crowd, and acts as if he remembers half of the crowd personally.

Spike Staggs: PARIS! I saw you… And you… and you, and you, and you, and you…. Hell probably half of the audience between the clubs and bars. God love ya’s! I am here to give you a present. I want to give you the opportunity to witness how a real man reacts in the face of criticism, and how a NEW X-TREME handles himself in the midst of failure and embarrassment. When facing a blank wall, we do not accept it as an end. We choose to see beyond the wall, and we imagine the possibilities. Changing doesn’t have to be as drastic as losing everything that makes you… you. I am in the midst of being humiliated in the ring at the hands of two bastards, a boss man and a bitch man… I am in the midst of being left at the altar, called “Elizabeth to Misty’s Macho Man”, and attacked by a five foot “Big” man and a tall angry man… Wow, something really new around here, huh?

Spike pauses as the crowd laughs, those who understand the gist of what he is saying anyway. He looks to Christian who shrugs. Spike raises the microphone back to his lips once more.

Spike Staggs: If I were anyone else, like say an Underwood… no relation… I would probably sit down and dissect myself and think about what I could change about me to make people like me and forget the embarrassing shit that has happened to me recently… But that is not who I am. I proudly wear my Mr. Mom apron out here tonight because I am a proud father, and I am not ashamed of that! I wear my tuxedo out here tonight because I am not ashamed that I felt I loved someone enough to look like a fool in front of a worldwide audience. It sucks, but it is a learning experience. I didn’t come out here to be a comedy act, I promise… I came out here as a beacon of hope for every sucker that gets knocked to the ground, and that big bastard life just keeps wafflestomping you… You get back up, dust yourself off, and you give it the Spikey Plummet. So, with that said, I would like to take this opportunity to address the NWA World Heavyweight Champion Jack Kraven…

Spike lowers the microphone and looks deep into the camera, refusing to break focus with it. His eyes are intense as he leans through the ropes. He waves his finger for the camera to come closer, and then a palm out to stop it once it is satisfactory.

Spike Staggs: Next week in Dusseldorf, Germany, I want to personally invite you to step foot into the six sided ring, get a good little feel for it since it’s been a while. I want to give you a tour of it, and I want to shake your hand. I want to look you directly in the eye when I shake your hand. I am not a coward, and I do not hide behind people. I suspect you are the same, being that you have been champion for quite some time now. I will be in the ring next week, and I hope to see you there Jack…

Spike hands the microphone back over to Justin Decent as “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins playing. Spike looks around the ringside area with a smile on his face as he confers with Christian.




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.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a 1st Round Match in the Knockout Tournament, introducing first from Atlanta, Georgia he weighs in at 231ibs he is “The Convict” Bobby Cage!

Bobby ignores the boos that are coming from the crowd as he awaits the arrival of his opponent, he doesn’t have to wait long however as Old Skool make his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring. The sinsational a man of few words but always about the fans when he comes out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd, he enters the ring and stares down Bobby talking trash as he does.

Justin: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois he weighs in at 187ibs, The Sin-Sational One Old Skool!

The crowd cheers Old Skool but the cheers grow louder as the two men don’t bother waiting for the bell to sound before they start brawling and Justin Decent has the common sense to get the hell out of the ring, for a few minutes neither man has the upper hand but it is only after a low blow from Bobby Cage that he gets the advantage.


KNOCKOUTS TOURNAMENT - OPENING ROUND
BOBBY THE CONVICT CAGE vs OLD SKOOL

Simone: Well the match is off to a wild start already!

Adams: Given the two men involved are you really surprised?

The referee, Jasmine St. John, admonishes Bobby for the low blow but he puts his hands up as if to say “I didn’t do it”, as soon as Jasmine excepts his excuse Bobby goes right on the attack on Old Skool stomping away at the smaller competitor, he eventually forces him to his feet, turns to the crowd and shouts “THIS IS IT!”.

Simone: Bobby looks like he wants to end this early.

Adams: If he does manage to end this early I’ll eat this announce table!

Bobby starts delivering uppercuts to the head of Old Skool obviously looking for his patented “The Ol’ One Two Punch”, however as he hooks Old Skool’s head for the DDT Old Skool surprises him by reversing it into a Northern Lights Suplex, Old Skool bridges for the pin and Jasmine drops down to make the count!

1……
2……Bobby kicks out though the surprise that Old Skool was able to hit the move is very evident on his face.

Adams: See? What did I tell you!

Simone: About time you got something right.

Old Skool doesn’t bother arguing with the count as he knows it’s too early in the match for a decision like that, Bobby takes up refuge by sitting in the bottom of the bottom right turnbuckle but Old Skool sees this and charges in with a dropkick striking Bobby in the chest, he goes for another cover but Bobby is close enough to the ropes to grab them before even a two count, Old Skool sees this and forces Bobby back to his feet only to be met with a jawbreaker temporarily stunning him, Old Skool stumbles about giving Bobby a chance to hit him with a Russian Leg Sweep before following it up with a chokehold, Jasmine warns him about it but Bobby eventually lets go of the hold before going for a cover

1…..
2…..and Old Skool kicks out at 2.

Simone: Old Skool’s still in this.

Adams: For how long though?

Bobby argues with the ref slapping his hand three times as if to say that that should’ve been three, Jasmine’s having none of it though but the distraction is enough for Old Skool to not only recover but roll him up

1…..
2….and Bobby kicks out with authority

Bobby is clearly angry at being caught off guard and starts stomping away at Old Skool whilst he gets to his feet, Jasmine tells him to back off but he pushes past her and delivers a swift kick to Old Skool’s abdomen knocking the wind out of him in the process, Bobby goes for another cover but only gets a two count.

Simone: Bobby’s in control now.

Adams: And pissed off, don’t forget that!

Bobby stomps away at Old Skool again and once again Jasmine gets in his face about it, eventually Old Skool gets to his feet and starts brawling with Bobby using the unintentional distraction from Jasmine to his advantage, the brawl lasts for a few minutes until Bobby tries for a low blow again, however Old Skool sees it coming and grabs the leg, spins him around and clotheslines Bobby over the top rope and too the floor.

Simone: And just like that the tide has turned.

Adams: For how long though?

Bobby gets to his feet on the outside and slams his hand against the apron in frustration whilst Jasmine starts counting him out, at around the count of five however Old Skool surprises Bobby with a running suicide dive through the ropes the leaves the crowd cheering and chanting Old Skool’s name, Old Skool doesn’t waste any time however as he rolls Bobby back into the ring, follows him in and goes for a cover

1…..
2……Bobby BARELY kicks out.

Simone: Bobby’s barely in this.

Adams: Come on Bobby, I bet ten dollars on you winning!

Old Skool is clearly disappointed by the fact that he couldn’t put Bobby away but knows he can’t be distracted for too long against someone like Cage and forces him to his feet, Old Skool signals for his Cradle DDT that he calls the Suspension but Bobby catches him with a low blow before he can even get his head into position, he wastes no time in hitting The Ol’ One Two Punch and goes for a cover

1…..
2……
3!!!!

Justin: Here’s your winner, Bobby “The Convict” Cage!

Simone: What a match! Shame it ended dirtily though.

Adams: Ten bucks here I come!

Bobby leaves the ring quickly and heads backstage as Old Skool is tended too by Jasmine.




Vixen can be seen walking backstage, a phone in her hand as she speaks into it in french.

Vixen: (translated) I need a flight out tonight. I have a match in the States that I have to be there for.

Looking up, she spies a cameraman who is focusing the camera on her. She asks the person on the phone to wait for a moment then tucks the cell against her gold and crimson halter.

Vixen: I guess you are here for a soundbyte...okay here is one for you. Tonight I face Raynin and Gothika in a tag match with Cookie S’mores. Between Cookie and I, it is going to be a fun match because we may not know each other’s styles but both of us are ready to work together to get the win. Which means that I am going to be hopefully remaining undefeated. Just a sec...

The cameraman nods then mumbles okay as Vixen pulls the phone away from her chest and finishes her conversation then hangs it up before sliding it into the barely there pocket of her tights.

Vixen: Sorry about that, need to get a flight back across the pond, title match and all that for NYDW. Now where were we? Oh yes...the win this week and then the title shot in London to Raynin’s Bombshell title. You know, the more I hear about Raynin, the less I am convinced that she deserves to be wearing the title. But when we get to London, all that is going to change. You see, when I get my shot at the Bombshell title, a TRUE bombshell will be winning the match.

Vixen smiles into the camera then winks and blows a soft kiss towards the lens. She pulls back as a buzzing sound is heard. Vixen reaches for the cell phone and looks at it then at the cameraman. Being very mysterious, she wiggles her phone towards the cameraman then turns to walk off.

Vixen: I uhhh gotta take this.




The crowd ignites into cheers as ORGY's "Opticon" starts to blast over the sound system!

"Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies

Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"

And the fans cheer as the mentor of the Seven Deadly Sins himself -- aka Synn -- steps out onto the stage. Clad in a dark business suit with metallic red shades hiding his eyes, he surveys the scene around him before making his way down towards the ring...

"New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think
That we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things

Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"....

Synn leans through the ropes where Justin passes him a house microphone. Synn then steps back to the center of the ring and waits for the music and for the crowd's response to die down...

Synn: Hmm. Interesting. Did you hear that, Weapon-X? How about you, Vixen? The sound of the approval of the masses. Funny thing, that. It did not sound to me like the way the fans would respond to those they considered ... heels.

Synn looks into the camera and slides his shades down the bridge of his nose and his emerald green eyes are flaring.

Synn: The level of the NWA World tag team Champions's arrogance impresses even me. To walk into a territory that is not your own, to do a minuscule amount of homework on a singular target, and the impending result believing you know all that there is about the said one.

He smiles and slides his glasses back up over his eyes.

Synn: Where oh where can we begin with the team that calls themselves the Har-Kore Warriors? Shall we start where they first arrived here in Sin City Wrestling, issuing for themselves an open challenge to any team? They had hoped to get a regular team, such as Sinful Obsession, but they neglected to take into account at the time Gabriel was on the injured reserves. Then they complain about who did answer their summons, yet knew full well before they ever arrived here that in Sin City Wrestling, men were not allowed to compete against women.

Synn waved his hand through the air at seeming nobody.

Synn: Yes, yes, yes. We know. We've heard it all before from your incessant belly aching about the intergender rules here. Oh how it's unfair. It's all about equality in the ring. And so on and so forth. In other words, since you're the champions, you think it's all about what YOU want, never mind where you are. Oh the Har-Kore Warriors are the world HEAVYWEIGHT champions, so we should get whatever we want, whenever we want it, and from whom ever we want it from! That is what you're going on about these past few weeks, is it not? I mean, you can deny it all you like, but it's the impression that you've been laying on the doorstep of every person who buys a ticket to watch these shows.

Synn holds up a finger.

Synn: Oh! And how can I forget? Weapon-X and Viper are so confident of their assured victory, and what happens the moment Kittie pins Viper's shoulders to the mat to prove their reputation is far from assured? Hm. They start with the excuses. Oh i cost them the match because I *distracted* them to allow Kittie the chance to score the pinfall. Really! Let us just take a look at what happened in that match, shall we?

The screen above the entrance flickers to life with footage of the Har-Kore Warriors non-title match against Kittie and Despayre...

Viper rolls over on the floor and Kittie walks towards the corner and tags in Despayre. He walks towards Weapon X, but Viper gets up and gets in Despayre's face. Despayre tries to walk past her, but Viper pushes Despayre in the chest

Adams: This is not NWA or where ever you may have come from, this is SCW, men and women do not hit each other.

Viper hits Despayre in the face with an open hand but Despayre refuses to hit her back, he stands in the ring shaking his head ...

***

Despayre ducks a tornado punch and pushes Weapon X in to the corner, Viper tagging in the ring. She immediately charges in the ring and starts yelling at Despayre for pushing Weapon X in to the corner and in to her. Despayre shakes his head furiously.

Simone: It's a wrestling match! You don't like getting hit, don't get in the ring!

Viper pulls a hand back and slaps Despayre across the face, forcing him to turn away. Synn's eyes go wide outside the ring as he steps up on the apron!

Adams: Oh hell! This ain't good!

Weapon X moves towards Synn but Synn grabs him by the head and pulls him over the ropes and throws him to the floor

Simone: Synn's pissed!

Before Synn can enter the ring, Despayre lets out an ear piercing scream.

Adams: Holy Christ, only Dolphins can understand what he's saying now

Viper stumbles backwards with shock and surprise but Kittie quickly jumps behind Viper and pulls her down with a schoolboy pin. The referee counts

1...
2
3!

The footage ends and cuts back to Synn in the ring.

Synn: Now of course Viper said she wasn't trying to fight Despayre, she was only trying to wake him up or some other such bullshit. Call it what you may, Viper my dear, but I can smell a line of bullshit a mile long and you and that sorry ass excuse for a man are completely and utterly FULL of it!

The crowd cheers.

Synn: Did I get involved? You're goddam right I did! But ONLY toward the end and in case you forgot, ONLY after YOUR team cheated first ... not once, but twice! You knew the rules going into the match but twice you attacked Despayre and tried to get him to hit you back, no matter what line you're trying too feed these people! So, an eye for an eye Viper. If you didn't want our team to bend the rules, then you shouldn't have bent them first as an example to us!

Synn tears his shades off and starts to pace about the ring.

Synn: Then! Oh and then when they realized the fans of SCW weren't as gullible as the rest of the NWA, and they were seeing them for the vulnerable fools they truly are, they started in with accusations! Accusations that Gabriel and I were only using young Joshua, you know him as Despayre, to suit our own purposes and questioning our loyalty and true nature toward him. What I have to know is, where exactly do they base these accusations from? If they did their research half as well as they boast, then they'd be aware that I entered Despayre in the Gauntlet match to crown the first SCW Heavyweight Champion! They would have also known that Despayre openly told everyone that he did not WANT the heavyweight title! If they had done their homework, they would have known that as far back as the AWA, Despayre did not want to be in singles matches or go for singles championships, despite his success rate! His choice Viper! His choice Weapon-X! He won the AWA International Championship and NEVER lost it! His goals were always tag team matches and tag team titles! With Gabriel! Titles he won in the AWA, and no! We did not run from the AWA. We simply left with our heads held high when our contracts were up and we tired of politics! Can you understand that? No, somehow i didn't think so!

Synn walks over toward the ropes and leans forward against them and looks around from the cameras to the fans.

Synn: The truly sad thing is the only thing you succeeded at doing is showing everyone here just what pathetic human beings you truly are! The bond between Gabriel and Despayre is strong and true! Something you two would know nothing about! I fully admit I can be a downright deceitful bastard. It's in my nature. it's what makes me, me. But there are things you don't know. things you are not worthy of being privy to when it comes to my little family. Things that show in the cases of the Sins, what you see is what you get, and the steel forged is genuine and strong. Not to be broken by two deceitful wretches. you call us heels and villains, and yet the fans themselves show you as fools when they greet us with favor and cheers. As opposed to the pair of you who cheat first, who tell lies and try to save yourselves from a strong challenge by attempting to sewer discord.

Synn stands upright and waves a hand out over the fans.

Synn: So know this Viper and Weapon-X! we already showed everyone that there is a chink in your armor. we showed everyone that your reign as well as your reputations are all on borrowed time! You have no idea of the forces you're dealing with when you make it known you want to break Despayre away from our fold. Find us as you will, but we are going nowhere. Gold tarnishes. Sin will always be.

Synn throws the mic down and "Opticon" starts to play again as the big man drops to the floor and he walks back up the aisle...

Adams: Damn. I think Viper and Weapon-X have opened up a can of worms by targeting the Sins.

Simone: It's not targeting the Sins as a whole that has Synn so pissed off, I don't think. its when they made their desire to take Despayre away from Synn and Gabriel that has that man so pissed off.

Adams: There are four things i don't like about the Har-Kore Warriors. Their faces. If they're smart, they're going to shut them.




Justin Decent: The following Tag Team match up is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Laughlin, Nevada, standing at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing in at 240 pounds, she is… COOKIE S’MORES!!!

"Cream" by Prince starts playing over the sound system and the crowd laughs and cheers as the rotund Bombshell, Cookie S'Mores steps out onto the entrance stage with new friend, Brandi Shotze, adorned in a violet ankle-length robe lined with feathers. She pauses at the top and smiles knowingly, looking out to the fans. She pulls open her robe to reveal her wrestling lingerie and shakes her chest as she lets the robe fall to her feet. Cookie then struts dwn to the ring with Brandi, flirting with the men in the audience and blowing them kisses. She walks up the steps to the ring apron where she slowly stepping through the ropes where she shakes her ample backside for all to see. She then climbs the rest of the way through and lowers herself to her knees where she crawls on all fours toward Justin, the ring announcer. She stands up and rubs herself against him before walking to her corner where she waggles her tongue out at the camera.

Justin Decent: And her tag team partner, hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, she stands at 5 feet 6 inches and weighs 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. Vixen walks over to Cookie, and the two talk strategy.

Justin Decent: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 300 pounds, and led to the ring by Darknyss. They are Raynin, and Gothika… 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 the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the 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 Allience
Our Numbers Are Strong

We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
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.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: It looks like we have Cookie and Gothika starting this match off, but Vixen and Raynin are engaged in a wicked stare down from across the ring.

Adams: This match is going to be one for the books. Vixen and Raynin are scheduled to meet up at London Brawling against a third Bombshell for Raynin’s belt.

Cookie gives a wink toward Justin Decent as he leaves the ring, slapping his tush on the way out. With this distraction, Gothika rushes up behind her and knocks her into the ropes. Brandi Shotze shouts support for her friend, Cookie. She pummels her with hammering blows from behind, before gripping her from behind and taking her over in a German Suplex attempt. Cookie grounds her weight, and topples over on top of Gothika. She rolls off and gives Gothika a few good stomps before picking her up by her hair. She flings her into the ropes, and catches her with a short arm clothesline. She grunts as she picks her up again, and then flings her to the other side, where she repeats the maneuver. The crowd shows their approval for Cookie as she dusts her hands off.

Simone: Cookie is using her size to her advantage over Gothika. Both are the same height, but Cookie has the power behind her blows.

Adams: Raynin is always talking about these cuppycakes, it would have been a great strategy to bring them down to the ring as a distraction to Cookie S’mores.

Cookie kneels down on Gothika’s chest but before the referee can even get a one count, Gothika shoots a shoulder up. Cookie crawls off of her and then grabs onto her hair to lift her up. Gothika kicks her foot up to the back of Cookie’s head, and then she rolls over to the corner in a limber display, quickly getting back to her feet. As Cookie charges at her in an attempt for a body splash, Gothika ducks down, and trips her up, causing her to fall with her neck across the middle rope. Gothika rushes over, drilling her knee into the back of Cookie’s neck before grinding it down in a choke. The referee comes over and shouts at Gothika to break it up, but she shakes her head in the negative as she continues. The referee begins his count.

1! … 2! … 3! … 4! … BREAK IT UP!

Gothika reaches her hand over to Raynin and makes the tag, still keeping the choke on. Raynin looks down at Cookie and Gothika backs up, allowing Raynin to come crashing down with a guillotine leg drop. Vixen dashes over to Cookie’s aid, quickly climbing Gothika’s back, rolling over into a hurricanrana that rolls her out of the ring. Vixen holds her arms up in celebration as the referee escorts her back to her corner. As she does Gothika is back, choking Cookie from outside of the ring while Raynin stomps her from inside of the ring. The referee turns around, and Gothika continues grinding her arm across Cookie’s neck.

Adams: Now this also works for a strategy. And Gothika doesn’t care that the referee is threatening to boot her to the back already. She is relentless!

Simone: All three of these women are relentless. Inside of the ring and out. Just ask Brooklyn Carter about that.

Adams: There’s no proof of that, Belinda. You are just as bad as the American Courts… Guilty until proven innocent!

Belinda is heard sighing as Gothika finally takes hold of the tag rope in her corner. Brandi claps her hands, shouting at Gothika and Raynin from the outside. Raynin picks Cookie up and hits her with various blows before bouncing off of the ropes. She springs forward and does a handspring resulting in a flying lariat that causes Cookie to stumble back into Raynin’s corner. She hits knee after knee, nailing a headbutt that nearly drops Cookie. Raynin reaches over for another tag, but Cookie swings her elbow back and knocks Gothika off of the apron. Raynin narrows her eyes and goes to kick Cookie, but Cookie grabs onto her foot and does a leg sweep that drops Raynin. Her eyes are on fire as she lays in a series of powerful kicks. She leaps up as high as she can and comes crashing down in a body splash that rocks the ring. She hooks the leg and the referee drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Simone: Ooh, a very close call there. Cookie doesn’t seem to happy about it as she tells the referee that should have been a three.

Cookie shakes her head before pulling Raynin over toward her corner. She tags Vixen and then picks Raynin up into a standing bear hug that causes the referee to warn her to exit the ring. She holds onto it, lifting Raynin up as Vixen climbs to the top rope. She steadies herself there for a minute before diving off in a clothesline that nearly takes Raynin’s head off. Cookie claps her hands as she exits the ring.

Simone: If Raynin can get up from that one, this here will be an interesting showing between her and Vixen. Both are high flying specialists, and both with military background.

Adams: Thank goodness these two are back in. I enjoy a jiggle as much as the next guy, but Cookie has just a bit much for my liking.

Vixen rolls a few feet before springing quickly to her feet. She dashes against the ropes, and ricochets off, leaping over Raynin, and coming over in a moonsault attempt. However, Raynin rolls out of the way at the last possible second. Vixen lands on her feet, but Raynin comes back with a crescent kick that drops her. Raynin grabs onto her legs and flips over into a bridging pin attempt. The referee drops down for the count.

1!

Vixen quickly kicks out after the one, and Raynin gets up. She picks Vixen up only for Vixen to quickly bring her down in a Monkey Flip, holding onto the shoulders in a bridge of her own. The referee drops down again for the count.

1!

2!

Raynin kicks out just at 2, and Vixen flips into a handstand position before falling over in a mount on top of Raynin. She pummels her with punches, one after another, until Raynin grabs onto her fist and twists. She shoves her forward, and holds onto her legs as she pummels her with a barrage of punches all her own. Vixen clinches her legs around Raynin’s neck, and Raynin rises to her feet, She kicks at Vixen’s ribs and lifts her off of the ground, spinning her around in circles. Before she can launch her, Vixen turns it into a whirlybird headscissors that brings Raynin down and the crowd goes into a frenzy.

Adams: These two are a spectacle to watch here, and I have a feeling it has only begun! I’m a Raynin fan, but Vixen is really taking it to her tonight.

Simone: I actually have to agree with you here. Vixen is sure to take it up a notch to prove she is worthy for the Bombshell Championship opportunity against the champion and the unnamed third competitor. Who knows, it could be her partner, Cookie S’mores?

As Raynin is flung across the ring, she surprisingly tags out to Gothika. She dashes into the ring and immediately begins stomping away relentlessly at Vixen. Raynin crawls out of the ring and begins conferring with Darknyss before walking over to Cookie. Cookie spots her and umps down on top of her, and the two roll around swapping punches on the outside of the ring. The referee looks outside to shout at the two to get back to their respective corners when Darknyss slides a bag into the ring. Gothika picks it up and stalks Vixen who is slowly trying to pull herself up against the ropes. Gothika reaches into the bag and pulls out a powdery handful of it’s content. She gets Vixen in the right position before slapping her across the face with it, rubbing it into her eyes and mouth. As Vixen swats at her face, Gothika springboards off of the second rope and lands a hard Scissor kick that drops Vixen hard to the ground. Brandi and Cookie watch intently as Cookie readies herself.

Adams: PURE DOMINATION! Her finisher, this is over!

Simone: It might be over, but that is the cheapest tactics I’ve seen in a while. They do not deserve this victory.

Gothika kicks the bag back to Darknyss and then she drops down to cover Vixen. She looks over to the referee still shouting at Cookie and Raynin. She shouts at him to do his damned job. Once he sees the pin, he drops down for the count.

1!

2!

3! NO!

Cookie slides in and pulls Gothika off just in the nick of time. She kicks her in the stomach and drops her down with the SexXx Factor! She immediately goes back to her corner as Raynin reluctantly returns to hers. Raynin shouts at the referee to be fair in his judgment calls, before looking down to Darknyss for advice. With Gothika and Vixen both down on the mat, the audience and their partners begin to rally support for them. Both women slowly stir on the mat. Just then, the lights go out and the audience begins whispering in bewilderment. As they come back on, a brunette woman stands at the head of the ring, waving to the match participants, shouting at them.

Simone: What the hell is she… Wait, is that former GXW Women’s Champion, Electra Blaze? What is she doing out… What?

Adams: Is that Misty crawling from under the ring? What is SHE doing out here? We are being graced by the NWA Cruiserweight Champion here, but what does she have planned here?

Darknyss and Brandi both seem a bit shocked as Misty grabs the Bombshell Championship. Electra Blaze slides into the ring. The referee tries to stop her from going any further when Misty slides into the ring from behind. Gothika is the first up and she spots Misty immediately. She goes to confront Misty who sports both championships on her shoulder The referee turns around to see her just as she turns around and nails Vixen with the Bombshell Championship. The referee calls for the bell.

Justin Decent: Your winners via disqualification… COOKIE S’MORES AND VIXEN!!!

Adams: I should be saying how I don’t believe what just happened, but what I want to know… Is Misty the third Bombshell competing for Raynin’s championship at London Brawling?

Simone: It’s hard to say, but she certainly has made her presence known by attacking Vixen while simultaneously costing The Fallen the match up.

Misty holds the Bombshell Championship in the air, carefully watching her back as Electra comes over to her. They hoist their arms up in the air to present the Bombshell Championship before dropping it to the ground. Raynin gets in the ring to chase them down before they quickly exit the ring. Misty snarls at her as they work their way up the ramp as “What You Want” by Evanescence plays.




The scene opens up backstage in the locker room of Nick Jones. Currently sitting around there are Entourage members Tony, Jimmy and Max. After a few moments the door opens up and in walks Nick. He takes a quick look around before turning to Tony.

Nick: Where the hell is B?

Tony: I dunno boss.

Nick: Great. Any idea how I can find him?

Tony: Yeah, I's gots an idea... just gimme a sec.

Tony then pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and starts to do something on it. After watching for a few second, Nick quickly gets impatient with Tony.

Nick: What the hell are you doing?

Tony: Twitta'.

Nick: All of you idiots are on it now too? Un-freakin-believable.

Jimmy: Everybody is, baby. Come on Nicky, you need to do it.

Nick: Yeah, I'll pass.

Jimmy: Well Tony's right, you'll probably be able to find B with that.

Nick then turns to Tony, who he sees now looks rather uncomfortable as he seems to be reading something from Twitter.

Nick: So where the hell is he?

Tony: Well... uh... it's like dis...

Nick: Give me that.

Nick snags Tony's phone from out of his hand and looks at it. After a moment, Nick's face gets red with anger as he then starts to read from the phone.

Nick: Big B... off to hang with my best buddy Despy. You have GOT to be kidding me. That's it, I'm going to put an end to this once and for all, right now!!

Nick takes Tony's phone and throws it at him before turning and storming out of the lockerroom. Tony, Jimmy and Max all quietly watch for a few moments as Nick storms away, only speaking up once he's clearly long gone.

Max: Oh gawd... this is gonna be bad. Somebody should stop this before it gets ugly!

Jimmy: Ya know what, you're usually a little over-sensitive about this kind of stuff if you ask me, but I'm with you on this one Maxy. Tony, baby, maybe you should follow Nicky and just keep an eye on things.

Tony: Yeah, dats pro'ly not such a bad idea. I's betta' go afta' him.

Tony gets up and quickly heads for the door, running out as the scene cuts to the hallways of the backstage area, where seen is running through the halls, looking around with great angst. That is, until he suddenly turns a corner and nearly walks directly into his cousin, Big B.

Nick: Where the hell do you think you're going?

Big B: Well um... I was just uh... looking for you.

Nick: Cut the crap B, the jig is up.

Big B: Jig? What jig? Is somebody dancing?

Nick: Shutup you moron! I know you've been hanging out with Despayre and I know that's where you were going now. We've talked about this, and I don't want you anywhere near him. Got it?

Big B: Yeah, but...

Nick: NO BUTS! This is not a point of debate, I'm TELLING you that this is over, once and for all, never again. As far as you're concerned, he doesn't even exist anymore. And the same goes for that damn teddy bear too!! Now move your ass, we're heading back to the locker room.

Nick turns to leave, expecting Big B to follow him, but B just stands exactly where he is. After Nick takes a few steps away, B suddenly responds.

Big B: No.

Nick stops in his tracks and turns around with a lock of shock on his face.

Nick: What the hell did you just say to me?

Big B: I said no... Despy is my best friend.

Nick: I don't give a shot what you call that stupid retard, I...

Before Nick can get enough word out, a somewhat familiar look comes across Big B's face, one that hasn't been seen too often, but only leads to bad things when it is seen. B's face turns to a look of rage with Nick's last comment and Big B immediately grabs his own cousin by the shirt, and slams him up against the wall. Nick looks even more shocked now, but also clearly quite angry.

Nick: What the hell do you...

Big B: NO! ENOUGH FROM YOU! IT'S MY TURN TO TALK! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP! YOU MAY BE MY BOSS, BUT YOU DO NOT GET TO RUN MY LIFE! I WILL TALK TO AND HANG OUT WITH WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE, AND IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, WELL THEN THAT'S JUST TOO DAMN BAD! AND I SWEAR, IF I EVER HEAR YOU TALK THAT WAY AGAIN ABOUT MY BESTEST FRIEND, I'M GOING TO TAKE MY FIST AND...

Before another word can even be said, Tony comes flying around the corner, clearly hearing Big B's screaming voice and quickly gets in between the two men, shoving Big B back off of Tony. B immediately gets right in Tony's face, but Tony doesn't step off at all, and after a moment of tension, B seems to settle down a big.

Tony: W'at da hell ya t'ink ya doin'?

Big B: It's just that...

Tony: Bah, cut da crap... if you's gots ta talk den talk, but you's don't put ya hands on da boss. Got it?

Big B: Yeah.

Big B then turns back to Nick.

Big B: There's nothing else for us to discuss here, I'm going to go hang out with my friend.

B then turns and walks away as Nick watches him for a moment. Once he's walked far enough away. Nick then screams after him.

Nick: Oh yeah?!? Well from now on when you're hanging out with your "friend", I'm taking you off the clock. So just think about that!

A big smirk comes across Nick's face as he's clearly happy with what he's just done there. He then turns to Tony to see him looking back at Nick shaking his head.

Nick: What the hell are you looking at?

Nick turns and storms off back in the direction of his locker room as the scene fades.




The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", as the last word is said the into to "Cult Of Personality" hits the arena speakers and Matthew struts down to the ring.

Justin:The following contest is a tag team main event. From London England, Weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds, he is PRIMETIME MATTHEW KENNEDY!

Once Matthew reaches the ringside area he removes his glasses and orders a ringside attendant to remove his jacket only to berate him for the slightest mistake before entering the ring, once in the ring he bounces of the ropes as he waits

Justin: Introducing his partner... 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 Matthew Kennedy as "On We March" dies down.

Justin Decent: “And their opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and eighty-seven pounds, the tag team combination of “Big” Steve Scanlon and Chett “Hangman” Hawkins…

THE ARISTOCRATS!!!!!!!

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

And as the drums kick in the song continues, rocking out, as Steve Scanlon comes out through the entrance, winding up and punching the air like they’ve already won.

He’s holding a cardboard cup of coffee in one hand, and his ‘medically necessary’ carpal tunnel wristband on the other. And he’s in no hurry to get to the ring, taking his own sweet time getting there, sometimes stopping to jaw it out with a fan, or take a slug off his drink.

About a second after Scanlon comes through the curtain, Hangman storms through. He’s not going quickly, either, but more like “the slow, crushing inevitability of death” than “guy slacking off from work”, like Steve is. He strides toward the ring, paying absolutely no attention to anyone in the arena who isn’t his teammate or his intended victims.

Scanlon and Hawkins proceed down the aisle. By now, the brass section on their song has kicked in, as they get to the ring. Scanlon leaves his coffee cup on the edge of the announcer’s table, climbs the ring steps, and insists that the ref pull the ropes apart to “let him in”. He then hops, fists over his head, doing "#1!" gestures and pointing at the crowd- again as if they'd already won and this is just a formality.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Hangman (from the ground) grabs the ropes and slingshots himself in, as smoothly as if he’s been doing it his whole life. Which he has. With the head start Scanlon got, they arrive at about the same time. He looms around the ring, his coiled menace conterpointing Scanlon's high-energy mischegoss. Hawkins offers the opposition a grave-cold, dangerous glare, as he rounds back toward his corner.

Vs
TAG TEAM MAIN EVENT

As the bell rings, all four men jump in and start to brawl. Kain forces Hangman back to the corner and blast him with heavy rights and lefts, while in the center of the ring, Scanlon has Kennedy on the floor, dropping elbows on top of his head. The referee tries to pull Scanlon off from Kennedy, but Scanlon holds Kennedy down on the ground and moves over him more, putting a thumb in his eye as Jasmine St John turns around to try and take order of Kain and Hangman. Hangman tries to spin Kain around but Kain spins him again, nailing Hangman with a huge uppercut to the jaw. Kain grabs hold of Hangman and throws him through the middle rope and to the outside of the ring. Kain turns around, only to be nail with a corner splash from Scanlon, using his weight to compress Kain's body. The referee rolls Kennedy over to his corner.

Simone: Finally, Jasmine has control of this one

Adams: We have four men in that ring that don't wanna be controlled

Kain stumbles out of the corner and Scanlon grabs him by the head, dropping The King Of Kings down with a bulldog. Scanlon stands up next to Kain and hops in the air, landing on Kain's stomach with a botched leapfrog!

Adams: That is not a light man coming down on you

Scanlon picks Kain up and lifts him up with a scoop slam, wrecklessly throwing Kain on to the canvas. Scanlon stands next to Kain and swings his arms, before leaping up and landing with a senton splash, across the ribs of Kain. Scanlon picks Kain to his feet and pulls him over to his corner, tagging in Hangman. As Hangman steps in to the ring, Scanlon holds Kain's arms behind his back and Hangman throws two heavy punches to Kain's ribs before planting an elbow on his head. Scanlon drops Kain and exits the ring. Hangman picks Kain up and hits him with a quick jab, forcing Kain to stumble away. As Hangman puts his hand on Kain's shoulder, Kain takes hold of his wrist and spin around sharply, flipping Hangman off his feet and to the ground. Kain quickly tries to lock on an arm bar but Hangman wiggles out of the way and gets back to his feet. As Kain joins him upright, Hangman attempts a clothesline, but Kain ducks out of the way. Hangman bounces off the ropes and Kain nails him with an exploder suplex, tossing Hangman over his shoulder!

Adams: Kain flips this one on it's head!

Kain pulls Hangman to his feet and hooks up his head with a front face lock and drops him down with a heavy DDT, bouncing Hangman off the canvas. Kain pulls Hangman to his feet and hoists him up on his shoulder and runs, nailing him with a hard powerslam. Kain hooks the leg and Jasmine St John drops down to count

1...
2

Hangman kicks out

Adams: Kain attempts the first pin

Kain grabs Hangman to his feet and drags him over to his corner, tagging Kennedy in with a slap to chest.

Simone: Well that's one way to tag out

Kennedy steps in the ring and grabs Hangman by the head and whips him off the ropes, as Hangman comes back, Kennedy jumps up and nails him with a dropkick right under the chin. Hangman hits the canvas hard but quickly springs to his feet. As he gets up, Kennedy nails him with another dropkick under the chin. Hangman, slides backways, his back to the ropes. Kennedy grabs Hangman's legs and pulls him towards the center of the ring, lifting his legs and stepping in, in a sharpshooter position, but Hangman pulls over with a small packages, roll over cover

1...
2

Kennedy kicks up

Simone: Almost out of nowhere...

Adams: Where is this nowhere place?

Kennedy jumps to his feet with suprise and tries to clothesline Hangman, but Hangman gets behind him and drops him down with a neckbreaker. Hangman gets back to his feet, a look of intensity crossing his face as he pulls Kennedy by the hair to his feet and lifts him up in the air with a gorilla press, holding him up for a few seconds in the air

Adams: Look at the raw power from Hangman

Hangman walks towards the ropes and drops Kennedy neck first across the ropes. Kennedy bounces backwards and Hangman nails him with a huge clothesline! Hangman pulls Kennedy over to the corner, placing his boot across Kennedy's through and reaches out to tag in Big Steve Scanlon. Scanlon gets in the ring and starts stomping all over Matthew Kennedy

Simone: Scanlon stomp!

Scanlon picks up Kennedy and tosses him to the ropes, as Kennedy comes back, Scanlon lifts him up and over with a botched backdrop! Kennedy rolls over, holding his back and Scanlon plants a boot to the base of Kennedy's spine. Kennedy rolls over, a look of pain on his face, but Scanlon pulls him back to his feet, rushing him back in to the corner with a thumb in his eye. St John sees this, and pulls Big Steve away. Scanlon protests his innocence, but Hangman runs along the apron from the outside and takes Kennedy down with a clothesline

Adams: Scanlon distracted the ref, and Hangman took advantage.

The referee looks over at Hangman, who raises his arms in innocence. The referee shakes her head at Hangman. While she is distracted, Kennedy nails Scanlon with a low blow!

Simone: What goes around, comes around!

Kennedy jumps to his feet and nails Scanlon with a quick sharp DDT. Kennedy sits up, looking around the ring and grabs the ropes, pulling himself up to his feet. Scanlon also returns to his feet, and Kennedy wraps his arms around Scanlon's waist and lifts him over with a belly to belly suplex. Kennedy gets up and looks around at the crowd, before grabbing hold of Scanlon's head and putting it between his legs.

Adams: Kennedy could be looking to put Scanlon away here

Kennedy lifts Scanlon up for the Prime Time Special, but Scanlon uses his weight to counter and lifts Kennedy over his head. As Kennedy flies through the air, Kain reaches out and makes the tag.

Simone: Kain inviting himself in to the match.

As Kain gets in the ring, Scanlon turns around to face him, but Kain jumps up and nails him with an enziguri in the face. Scanlon hits the mat hard, holding his face. Kain pulls Scanlon to his feet and throws him to the corner. Kain charges him and nails him with a roaring elbow to the head. Kain takes Scanlon by the wrist and whips him in to the other corner, his own corner and charges in with a huge clothesline, but as Kain gets to that corner, Kennedy tags himself

Simone: These two just don't want the other in the ring.

As Kennedy gets in the ring, Kain gets in his face, yelling at him.

Adams: I thought this team may explode

The lights drop out of the arena

Adams: Powercut.

The lights return on in the arena and a huge puff of smoke

Simone: What the hell was that?

The smoke clears to see Gabriel, Despayre and Bo Dreamwolf in the middle of the ring

Adams: Magic man strikes!

Gabriel charges Scanlon and takes him down with a huge clothesline, as Bo starts to lay heavy shots on Kennedy. Despayre grabs the top rope and pulls Hangman over the top rope and starts to punch his while his on the ground!

Simone: Payback is a bitch!

Bo grabs Kennedy and throws him over his shoulder with a northern lights suplex, while Despayre and Gabriel line Scanlon and Hangman against the ropes. Kennedy uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, and Gabriel, Despayre and Bo charge at the Aristocrats and Kennedy, each clotheslining one over the top rope and to the floor.

Simone: This is mayhem!

Sinful Obsession and Bo leave the ring, brawling with the Aristocrats and Kennedy to the top of the ramp, leaving Kain in the ring confused

Adams: Poor Kain, no one wants to play with him.

The referee counts....

8...

9...

10!

Jasmine calls for the bell and informs Justin Decent of her results

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a double count out, Jasmine St John has decided that this match will be a draw!

Kain looks disappointed, kicking the bottom rope in frustration as Ariel enters the ring, talking to Kain.

Simone: Well folks, looks like all she wrote for another Climax Control, join us nex....

Before Belinda can continue, the familiar sounds of "Midnight Tornado" blasts through the speakers and a chorus of boos echo around the arena. Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Angelica and Veronica Taylor appear at the top of the ramp

Adams: Uh oh!

Kain looks at the entrance ramp. A wide smile crosses his face as Hot Stuff starts to walk towards the ring. Before Hot Stuff can get to the ring....

Simone: Oh this is a set up!

Nick Jones slides in the ring from behind Kain, chair in hand and hits Kain on the back of the head with a huge chair shot!

Simone: Oh my god!

Ariel gets in Nick Jones face but Angelica quickly slides in the ring and takes Ariel down to the mat. Angelica and Veronica Taylor stomp on Ariel. Hot Stuff slides in the ring. Hot Stuff reaches in to his pocket and pulls out brass knuckles, and slides them on his hand. Nick picks Kain up and holds him. Hot Stuff drills the brass knuckles in to Kain's head. Hot Stuff reaches in to his pocket and throws something towards Angelica.

Adams: Is that...?

Angelica holds a pair of handcuffs in the air as Veronica pulls Ariel towards the ropes and Angelica bends down, cuffing her around the ropes

Simone: This is just wrong!

Angelica and Veronica stomp all over Ariel and Hot Stuff and Nick kick Kain in the ribs. Hot Stuff pulls Kain over towards Ariel and holds his head up in front of a screaming Ariel. Hot Stuff holds his head up and starts to drill the brass knuckles in to Kain head, forcing a trickle of blood to rolls down his face.

Simone: Hot Stuff making Kain's girl watch this horror attack is just wrong.

Hot Stuff drops Kain and Nick walks over and lifts up his legs. Nick twists him over in the So Damn Good! As Nick locks it in, Veronica and Angelica hold Ariel's face to the floor, opposite Kain as he yells out in pain

Adams: This is just so wrong!

After a few seconds Nick releases the hold and he, Hot Stuff, Angelica and Veronica step back, their arms raised.

Simone: Someone get them out of there

The camera zooms in to Kain's face, blood streaming down as he looks at Ariel

Simone: Now we're out of time, thank you for joining us in Paris, we'll see you next week in Germany




THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Tom, Mete, Prime Time, Johnny Brown, Vixen, Craig and all SCW roleplayers that make this fed possible