Riverside Hotel, in Laughlin, Nevada is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, the cameras pass along the fans, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.
"SCW!"
Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Riverside Hotel in Laughlin, Nevada , and welcome to Climax Control!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer as Amanda hobbles out, dressed much like Mama from the 80's sitcom, "Mama's Family", complete with stuffed dress for added padding and a gray wig and hose rolled down below the knee. The music starts and Amanda starts waving her cane about to begin her performance.
Amanda:I heard somewhere everyone's bisexual
it may sound strange but it made sense to me
I went to red lobster
I picked up a girl
when I went down on her
I thought I'd hurl
as she sat on my face
but I couldn't eat her
from below the waste
just wasn't my kind
there's this stuff
ewwwww!
I couldn't eat her
big scary beaver
I thought maybe it was just the girl I picked
so I decided I should try again
went to tgi fridays
picked up another chick
I took her back to my place
and I got sick
as she sat on my face
but I couldn't eat her
I took a breath and braced
for what I might find
I saw muff
ewwww!
I couldn't eat her
big hairy beaver if I tried
I went to a sports bar
ignored the jocks and the hunks
picked up a drunk ass bimbo
then I blew chunks
as she sat on my face
but I couldn't eat her
it had a funny taste
like fishy behind
I saw blood
ewwww!
I couldn't eat her
big bloddy beaver if I tried
as she sat on my face
but I couldn't eat her
what a fucking waste
when we 69'd
cuz there was no peter
so I couldn't eat her
no I couldn't eat her
big dirty beaver
ahh...shut your legs dear...thanx!
The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda waves her cane around and then makes her exit backstage, vanishing behind the curtains.
Adams: Well that songs gonna gimme nightmares now
Simone: Welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: I'm Jason Adams
Simone: Tonight, we have five huge matches, starting with the debut of Lucas Darby as he takes on seven foot giant, Alexis Marin
Adams: We also have two bad ass chicks going at it as Odette Ryder, takes on the very dangerous debuting Finesse Levon.
Simone: Blaque Hart returns! Bruce Evans steps back in to a SCW ring, to face Tommy Staggs
Adams: Two men trying to catch the staffs eye will be one on one tonight as Goth takes on Jordan "P.S" Williams
Simone: Tonight's main event is about the ladies, SCW Bombshell champion Misty, teams with Mean Girl Veronica Taylor, with partner Angelica outside the ring, to square off against the combo of Vixen, and Party Girl, Brandi Shotze, with Brandi's Party Girl partner, Cookie S'Mores, in their corner
Adams: Plus tag team champions in the house! Despayre and Gabriel, Sinful Obsession will be talking about the competition, or judging from Gabriel's tweet, the lack of competition
Simone: Also, the bosses will be together as they have an announcement about the Bombshell division
Adams: SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones will be joining us live via sattilite to talk about recent challenges made towards him
Simone: And Hot Stuff Mark Ward will be in the ring with Kain, face to face for the first time since London's Brawling
Adams: Plus so much more. Now let's get it started, because I'm so excited and I just can't hide it!
The scene cuts to the backstage area, Pussy Willows stands in one of the many corridors of the Riverside hotel, she smiles into the camera as she raises the microphone up to her lips.
Pussy Willow:Tonight showcases some amazing bombshells, I was hoping to get a quick word with one of them, and instead I find my next guest whom I didn’t expect to be here.
The camera pans out to reveal someone who was creating a stir within the National Wrestling Alliance.
Pussy Willow: Former World Class Championship Wrestling Heavyweight Champion and former NWA Television Championship contender, Scott Matthews. Now Scott you where making waves in the Alliance, possibly pushing towards capturing the TV Championship, yet you seemed to have disappeared after you lost the WCCW championship, may I ask why?
Scott lowers his head to look at the floor before flicking his head up, causing his long hair to flick back, he smiles courteously before answering.
Scott Matthews: Unfortunately I was injured, I captured the SCCW Legacy and WCCW Heavyweight title, travelling backwards and forwards from Texas and Canada took its toll on me. During an SCCW show I tore a muscle which forced me away. It may have seemed I was disrespecting the NWA with my disappearance but it’s definitely on the contrary, I needed to heal before returning and now I’m back and ready to compete.
Pussy Willow: Can Sin City Wrestling fans expect to see you grace the six sided ring anytime soon?
Scott Matthews: I’ve been cleared to wrestle by the doctors this afternoon, hence why I am in Las Vegas right now, I heard the SCW was here Laughlin and thought I’d pop and see Climax Control...
The lights begin to flicker in the hallway
Pussy Willow: I think we’re experience some technical difficulties at the moment
The sound of a child’s laughter can be heard in the distance, Scott Matthews looks very confused, Pussy Willows is unsure what to do, the lights continue to flicker before the camera’s focus becomes blurred, static slowly begins to form on the screen. The static clears showing the mysterious Child standing in an empty playground, the swings creaking back and forth in the breeze, the roundabout spinning on its own. The Child is holding an old box with the head tilted to one side.
Child’s Voice:
So what will I leave?
A story of inspiration through my achievements
A fable of love through my affection
An account of devotion through my loyalty
A description of success through my diligence
The child pulls the lid off the box, dropping it to the floor, the child peers inside of the box.
Child’s Voice:
A portrayal of courage through my chosen path
A depiction of wisdom through my experiences
An illustration of happiness through my humour
An image of resilience through my adversity
A report of wealth through my acumen
A tale of nobility through my actions
A myth of grandeur through my life of contribution
The Child reaches inside of the box, but before we can see what the child was pulling out, a high pitched scream can be heard, the screen becomes static to show Pussy Willows knocked to the floor, the camera is facing down the hallway showing Scott Matthews lying motionless a little down the hallway, the cameraman picks the camera up and walks over to the body of Matthews, seeing he is completely knocked out cold. A loud explosion is heard behind the camera, Pussy Willows dives to the floor as the camera swings around to see a fire stemming from what looks like a similar box to what the mysterious child was holding. SCW crew members holding fire extinguishers put the fire out, Pussy Willows gets back to her feet and walks over to the box with the cameraman, she reaches into the box and pulls out a piece of singed cloth. She unravels it to reveal the words written on the sheet .
NEXT WEEK
Pussy Willows drops the sheet and looks down the hallway to the motionless Scott Matthews, EMT’s begin to attend him as she walks back to where her microphone is and picks it up. Unsure what to do she just rests against the wall and sighs as the cameras switch to ringside.
Justin: Our opening match is scheduled for one fall. Our first opponent stands at a staggering 7 feet tall and weighs 310 pounds. He hails from Miami, Florida....ALEXIS MARIN!!
"Mars (The Bringer of War)" starts to filter over the PA system as a fog comes through the entrance way. First through the curtain is Elizabeth Stone, followed by the 7 Foot Wall of Anger, Alexis Marin. They make their way towards the ring, Marin keeping his eyes focused on what's ahead of them. As they make it to the ring, Marin helps Elizabeth up onto the apron before climbing up the ring steps. Marin opens the ropes for Elizabeth to allow her to enter first, and then steps over the top in a fashion that most 7 footers in wrestling do. He stands in the center of the ring waiting. The crowd seems unsure what to make of the giant.
Justin: His opponent is from nearby Las Vegas, Nevada. He weighs in at 214 pounds. They call him The Reaper.....LUCAS DARBY!!!!
"Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to blare as the sound of a motorcycle cranking is heard in the background. The crowd lays eyes on Lucas as he comes around the corner, riding his Harley-Davidson Super Glide Sport motorcycle and revving up his engine. He smiles out at the crowd, as you see his girlfriend and manager Presley Spencer riding behind him with one arm raised up. Lucas Darby drives it down to ringside and parks it, getting off of it quickly. Presley gets off also and stands at ringside, cheering on her man. Lucas rolls into the ring and starts taking off his black leather jacket that says "The Sons" on it, preparing for the match.The crowd is cheering even though they don’t know Lucas. It might have something to do with his bike and girlfriend.
Adams: That guy is huge!
Simone: Very observant of you. There is quite a size difference. Both of these men are new talent, so it is hard to know what to expect. Still you have to give the advantage to Alexis purely on might.
LUCAS DARBY vs ALEXIS MARIN
Lucas is looking over Alexis and seems a little unsure. Alexis on the other hand has a very predatory grin on his face. He motions for Lucas to come at him, but Lucas just laughs at that. Instead he motions for Alexis to come at him instead. Alexis shrugs and charges forward trying to crush Lucas with a big boot that The Reaper just barely gets out of the way of. Lucas gets in a quick jab to Alexis body before slipping out of his reach.
Simone: Lucas is playing things smart trying to use his speed to his advantage but to be honest Alexis is faster than I think anyone expected.
Adams: Not to mention he is going to have to hit the big man with that move about a thousand more times before it wins him the match.
Alexis turns around and starts to close the distance between the two men. He swings his mighty right fist towards Lucas head but Lucas ducks under it. He applies two more hard jabs to Alexis midsection before the bigger man backhands Lucas. It spins the biker a bit and then Alexis grabs him, slamming him down to the ground.
Adams: Oh boy he connected that time.
Simone: He sure did and you know with a guy that big even the simple moves can make a big impact.
Alexis starts to pick Lucas up most likely to slam him again but Lucas breaks out. The Reaper starts to pummel Alexis body with rapid punches then grabs his head setting him up for a DDT. But Alexis is not worn down enough for that and pushes Lucas away. He then charges forward, laying him out with a mighty clothesline. The crowd groans as if they could feel it.
Adams: Well I got to give the kid credit for trying but that backfired on him.
The giant, Alexis Marin is reaching down to grab Lucas again. This time Lucas uses both his legs to kick at Alexis legs. That stops the big man briefly, so Lucas rolls up and hits the ropes. He comes back to Alexis and chop blocks one of his legs. Alexis crashes down on the mat and Lucas is wasting no time. He is over at Alexis with a flurry of kicks to the midsection. For the first time in the match Alexis looks like his is feeling what Lucas is brining.
Simone: If Lucas wants to win this thing he is going to have to keep Alexis down as long as possible.
Adams: If I was him I would take the chance and just go hop on that bike of his.
Alexis tries to roll away but Lucas is on top of him. He gets in three solid punches to Alexis jaw, the crowd starts to cheer. They seem to be rooting for the underdog but before he can get another lick in the giant gets his hands up. He pushes Lucas off him but the biker is not holding back. He comes at him again but this time Alexis is able to throw his leg out kicking Lucas in the chest as he charges forward. Lucas staggers back into the ropes.
Adams: I think things are about to get interesting.
Lucas tries to collect himself before Alexis is able to get to his feet but Alexis is quick for a big man. By the time Lucas charges back into the fray Alexis has found his footing. He drives a knee into Lucas gut lifting him off his feet. He then picks him off the ground holding him up high for a moment before slamming him to the mat with an epic powerbomb that looks like it might bring down the whole ring. The crowd is stunned as Alexis goes for the quick pin.
1....
2....
Adams: Lucas got his arm out. I don’t even know how that guys is still breathing let alone asking for more punishment.
Simone: Alexis Marin looks just as confused.
Alexis picks Lucas up and launches him into a corner. The Reaper crashes into the corner and is about to get slammed by Alexis massive frame, but rolls out of the way at the last moment. Alexis crashes into the ring post so hard that it looks like he is going to take it off. Lucas shakes the cobwebs off and goes into the corner after Alexis.
Adams: See if it was me I would be heading for that bike while the getting is good. That powerbomb was one of the hardest I have seen.
Simone: I get the feeling that is not Lucas style because he is laying it into Alexis like he isn’t even hurting.
Sure enough Lucas is pummeling Alexis with his fist. The crowd is starting to get behind him as the beating gets more intense. He punches him in the midsection and than connects with a swift uppercut. He then takes another swing at the jaw and the 7 foot titan is feeling it. Lucas steps back and runs his knee into Alexis side. When he hears the groan of pain from Marin he goes back again. This time he leaps off the ground bringing the knee forward but Alexis goes forward as well catching Lucas. He delivers a brutal spinebuster.
Adams: See what did I tell you. Running was the better choice.
Alexis picks Lucas up before he has the chance to plan an escape. He is lifting the biker over his head and starts moving to the edge of the ring.
Simone: I think Alexis plans to throw him out of the ring.
Lucas starts to struggle hard and is able to slip behind the big man. He grabs for the back of Alexis head and reverse DDT on the giant.
Adams: He brought the big man down again!
Simone: The question is will he try to keep him down.
Lucas is up quick and hitting the ropes. He performs a quick but hard leg drop on Alexis. Scrambling on top of the giant before he can rise Lucas starts to pummel him with more rights and left.
Simone:: That boy sure does like to box, but I can see why. He is damn good at it.
Lucas gets off Alexis and is helping him to his feet. He then delivers a hard kick to the mid-section. Alexis is dazed and doubled over. Lucas goes for the rope and is preparing a wicked kick to Alexis Marin’s head.
Simone:: They call that the Scythe and it looked brutal.
Adams: That is one way to reap a giant, get it, because he is the reaper.
Simone:.....right. Lucas is going for the pin.
1....
2....
3....
We have ourselves a winner. Lucas hops up looking almost as surprised as the audience. His girlfriend Presley is running into the ring to throw up his arm in victory.
Justin: The winner of the match..... Lucas Darby!
Simone: Lucas Darby wins this!
Adams: Talk about taking a giant step here in SCW, he just defeated a seven foot monster
Backstage we find that Aleksei Koji is caught up in a conversation with is number one fan, Danny. The rarely seen Danny is dressed head to toe in SCW merchandise except for his gold chains. Aleksei wears his beloved patchwork jacket as always. A bottle of vodka is out and so is a small tv that shows what is going on in the ring.
Danny: But your not understanding. You need catch phrase my brother! You want t-shirts or hat you need catchphrase! You have to be...a...like a brand! yes! that is how they do things in America.
Aleksei: I don’t know man...I would forget to say it at the right times and mess the whole thing up. I mean I like having to come up with new ways to say I am going to beat the crap out of someone.
Danny: How about “am pumnul prin cap!”
Aleksei: But I don’t want to do that to them. Do you want me to go to jail? I have better idea. How bout I just win more matches like I did last week. Or even better I do a tag team match, prove to the boss that I can be a team player...yeah that is where it is at my brother..I have an idea.
Aleksei takes his half finished bottle of vodka and starts running. We see down the hall that Aleksei has caught up with Chett Hawkins. He is shaking his hand and offering him vodka.
Aleksei: Hey man thanks for stopping. You walk fast, like a man with purpose. I like that. You want a drink, this is good Russian vodka. I have an offer for you Mr. Hangman. How about you and I team up for a match? I want to be a tag team and I bet you want to be part of a winnning...
Danny is trying to get Aleksei attention but he is brushing him off.
Aleksei: Quit it Danny. The wrestlers are talking now. So what do you say big man? How about you and I kick all the asses around here?
Hangman: Son, I have a partner. You best walk away now...
Hangman knocks the vodka out of Aleksei's hand and shoves his way past. Aleksei cries out because of the falling vodka but Danny is able to catch it.
Danny mumbles: I tried to tell you he was in a team.
Aleksei: No matter, whats important is you saved my drink. Lets go find me a tag team partner!
Aleksei starts walking in the other direction with Danny following close behind.
Backstage in the arena, Christian Underwood and Hot Stuff Mark Ward are seen sitting behind a table, the two of them talk.
Christian: You don't have to be here you know
Christian arches an eyebrow at Hot Stuff
HS: I'm all good, I like the views here
Christian: Speaking of the view, what's with this bombshell hiring frenzy?
HS: I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about
Hot Stuff raises his hands in innocent
Christian: Yeah right, someone getting bored at home?
HS: Wash your mouth out Christian Underwood! I can look but can't touch unless Angelica can join in
Christian: You two have a messed up relationship
HS: It's fun
Christian: Anyway, can we do this?
Hot Stuff points to the camera and he and Christian turn to face it
HS: Ladies and gentlemen of SCW. Tonight, Christian and I come to you with great news, and no, it's not me signing amazing talent again, well not today anyway
Christian rolls his eyes
Christian: It's early yet
Hot Stuff nods and smiles
HS: That's true
Christian: Anyway, back to the subject. SCW has seen it's roster explode lately, we have over forty, yes forty people on the roster, including more Bombshells on our roster, than most federations out there. Mark and I are big supporters of women wrestling
HS: Women in general
Christian: You speak for yourself
HS: Ok, women are hot, I mean seriously!
Christian clears his throat, causing Hot Stuff to stop
Christian: Anyway, before the horny one here started thinking of women...
HS: The horny one, I like that
Christian: You would
Hot Stuff smiles towards Christian
Christian: Anyway, after lots of meeting, and lots of talk, and lots of Mark complaining, we decided that with now over half as many Bombshells as their is men on the roster, we feel that the women deserve another title belt, so we've decided to add the Bombshell Tag Team Titles
HS: For the record, I wanted a title called The Bikini title, but he wouldn't let me!
Christian ignores Hot Stuff, but acknowledges his comment with a smack firmly around the back of Hot Stuff's head
HS: Bitch!
Christian: Anyway, we have four Bombshell team in SCW, The Mean Girls, The Party Girls, The Freakettes and The Fallen, as well as any of the other bombshells who want to team. Every single bombshell is worthy of becoming the first Bombshell Tag Team Champions
HS: So get out there and impress us
Christian: We will make further announcements in the coming weeks, about how we will determine who gets a shot at them. Until then, work hard and show us what you can do
HS: Right, that's the bombshell stuff done, I have another announcement. As you know, SCW and NWA have had a rocky relationship lately, but due to the appointment of a new VP, who Christian and I are fully behind, congrats on that by the way, we'd like to say we're happy to put all of our support behind him.
Christian: But that does beg a question, a question about The Harkore Warriors
HS: Right, now they were blamed for this whole bullshit affair in my opinion, to cover up the real guilty parties short comings
Christian: They've been kicked around and kicked out from an orangization that they love and have put a lot of effort in to.
HS: Now as Christian and I actually know there was no "boycott" plans, and would have gladly told certain people if they had the decency to return calls, but either way, two talented superstars got screwed over quicker then high class hookers at a millionaires ball, so we wanna make things right for The Harkore Warriors
Christian pulls out an envolope and holds it up to the camera
HS: As all these guys tried to do was initiate change when people wouldn't listen to us, we actually admire that. We admire passion, and trying to fix things, trying to initiate change for the best, after bleeding for years for a place, shows a lot of passion to me. In that envelope Christian has in his hand is a contract, a contract for The Harkore Warriors to become part of the SCW roster
Christian: People can say what they want, but we know commitment, passion and talent when we see it and we love it in SCW
HS: So a contract offer is there for the Harkore Warriors, we hope you sign.
Hot Stuff looks towards Christian and nods
HS: We done here?
Christian: Yep
HS: Ah good, cause I gotta get to that ring and meet Kain
Christian: Do you need a hand?
HS: Sure
Christian stands up and starts to clap, a huge smile on his face
HS: Very freaking funny
Christian smiles widely as Hot Stuff limps away shaking his head
The camera cuts outside of the Riverside Hotel where a referee is standing in the outdoor parking area. He listens in on his earpiece and nods his head. His eyes wander to his left, then to his right. The camera cuts over to Finesse Levon walking up toward the referee with a smug look on her face. She stands about three feet from the referee and begins to crack her knuckles and adjust her pads.
Justin Decent: The following contest is a Street Fight, and is determined by pinfall only. Introducing first, from Compton, California. She stands at 5 feet 7 inches, and weighs in at 135 pounds, she is… FINESSE LEVON!!!
The camera cuts over to Odette Ryder walking up from about thirty feet away. She begins jogging to get there quicker as the referee, and Finesse, watch her carefully.
Justin Decent: The following contest is a Street Fight, and is determined by pinfall only. Introducing first, from Queensland, Australia. She stands at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighs in at 126 pounds, she is… ODETTE RYDER!!!
As Odette approaches, Finesse lunges forward, and the referee holds her back as best he can. He shouts at her and she begins shouting back at him. He tries to show his authority, but Finesse cracks him between the legs with a hard knee.. As he falls to the ground, Finesse dashes over and tackles Odette.
FINESSE LEVON vs ODETTE RYDER
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: These two kicking it off with a bang tonight. This is the first Bombshell Contest of the night, and they are trying to steal the show.
Adams: Now this is what I’m talking about… A good ole fashioned cat fight! You gotta love them.
Finesse begins laying in punch after punch to Odette while talking smack to her. After about three or four punches, Odette rolls Finesse over and exchanges the favor. She talks back, asking Finesse if she likes it. She is answered with spit to her eye. With the distraction, Finesse rolls her off, and both competitors get up to their feet. As Finesse lunges forward, Odette catches her with a kick to the abdomen. They lock up, and both struggle for dominance. Finesse backs Odette backward, and then shoves her out into the street. Cars come screeching to a halt as Odette nearly looks like a deer in headlights.
Adams: Oh my, Finesse Levon wants to win this match at any cost. And I do mean any cost…
Simone: Yes, it’s a very despicable move on her part, throwing Odette out into oncoming traffic. Even for a street fight, that’s just…
Adams: Smart? I agree. It might not be the most honourable route to take, but it’s very tactical.
Odette waves almost apologetically to the car, and then she dashes toward Finesse. Finesse grabs a handful of her hair, and attempts to hook her for a suplex. Instead, Odette jabs her in the side repeatedly. She then grabs onto Finesse’s hair much to her protest, and she drags her over back to the parking lot. As she does, Finesse shoves her forward into the red pole of the Riverside Hotel sign, advertising Climax Control. She grinds Odette’s face into the pole.
Finesse: How that shit taste, Barbie bitch?
Finesse shoves her into the pole once more, and then dusts the hair from her fingers. As Odette crumbles to the ground, Finesse stomps away at her. Odette shields herself, tripping Finesse up. With the distraction, Odette dashes off toward covering. Finesse darts after her. As they round the corner of the hotel, Odette leaps up onto a bank and comes crashing back with a moonsault to Finesse. The two crumble down to the ground on the side of the building in front of a crowd of cheering fans. Security holds them back, but Finesse tosses Odette into the crowd. As she crashes into a big guy, Finesse uses the man like a wall and pummels Odette against him for a moment, until he moves. Security parts the crowd as the two ladies go back and forth down the middle.
Adams: That’s for the fans that want to get closer to the action. And he got to feel Odette Ryder pressed against him, which is probably the only time he will ever feel the touch of a woman…
As the fans cheer loudly, Odette smacks Finesse across the face so hard that the sound echoes off of the walls. The fans erupt into cheers as Odette poses for them. Enraged, Finesse shoves Odette forward, and then takes a few steps backward. She then darts at her, jumping up and landing a Tornado DDT onto the hard concrete. She flips off the fans and sticks her tongue out at them before she drops down to her knees, hooking Odette’s leg in the process.
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2!
Just at the last second, Odette gets her shoulder up. Finesse slaps the concrete in anger, and then she grabs onto Odette’s hair. She lifts her head up, and lands hard knuckled punches, slow, but precise. After about five punches, she shoves her back down. Finesse stands up as the fans boo her, and she holds her arms up proudly, also provoking the fans to come at her. One girl tries, and security holds her back. Finesse gets in the girls face, and rears her arm back to slap her, but Odette saves the fan. She grabs onto Finesse’s wrist and spins her around. As she comes back, Odette leaps up and hits a Hurricanrana out of nowhere that causes the cheers to come back. Finesse holds onto her back as she winces in pain. She shouts random insults at the crowd as they point and laugh at her.
Simone: This Bombshell is one to look out for. Like her or not, she has the heart of a fighter.
Adams: I was looking out for her to begin with, but not what’s under her ribs…
As Odette moves forward, Finesse gets up and begins to follow her. They make their way up to the boardwalk area lining the river, and Finesse ducks a clothesline. She hits Odette with a Russian Legsweep, and then she runs over to one of the wooden poles coming up from the deck. She waits for a moment until Odette slowly gets up. She leaps off with a flying crossbody. As she rolls off, she stands up and lifts Odette to a sitting position. She rears back a few steps, and then hits a hard kick to Odette’s midsection. She picks her up by the hair causing Odette to yell out in pain. She hits a Hair Biel that sends Odette skidding. As she gets ready to walk over to Odette, an ear piercing whistle is heard. Finesse stops, a look of annoyance spread across her face. She takes a breath and then turns around, to have a bucket of purple liquid tossed in her face. She is stunned as it quickly drips from her.
Angelica: There’s your grape “drank” you dirty hoodrat… How about some flaming hot cheetos to go with it?
On queue, Veronica Taylor appears and begins tossing cheetos at Finesse. Angelica wastes no time in landing a boot to her gut. She goes for the Kiss This, but the referee stops her. Security comes along and moves the Mean Girls along. They both shout at Finesse who has no time to retort as Odette spins her around. Finesse swings blindly, leaving an opening for a floatover suplex. As they connect with the concrete, Odette bridges over into a pin.
1!
2!
Finesse rolls out of it just before the refs hand hits the ground. Odette clinches her fists as she gets up. She hits a swinging neckbreaker on Finesse, and then she runs over to the pole. She climbs it and then she looks around for a moment. She carefully calculates it before leaping off with a 450 splash.
Simone: The OD Spiral! I don’t think Finesse can recover from that one.
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3!
Justin Decent: And your winner, via pinfall… ODETTE RYDER!!!
Adams: If Mean Girls didn’t get involved, this match would still be going on. When Finesse recovers, you bet she will be looking for their heads…
Simone: Undoubtedly, but it was still an excellent showing by Finesse for her debut.
Odette stands up and the referee raises her arms in victory. After a moment of celebration, Odette looks down to Finesse. She thinks about it for a moment, and then she holds out a hand to a stunned, yet fuming Finesse. She accepts the helping hand, and Finesse gets up to her feet. She nods her head in appreciation. Finesse extends her hand to Odette in a friendly showing. As Odette reaches for it, Finesse grabs onto her arm and tosses her into the river with a hiptoss! She looks down with a sour look before she storms off toward the building.
Aleksei and Danny wander the back halls of the arena. A little more vodka is gone from the bottle but Aleksei still looks determined. He is talking to Danny as the camera catches up with them.
Aleksei: Okay so maybe I am not as well liked as I thought. I almost talked to that giant but his name is Alexis and that just won't do, my friend. But I have it in my head that I will be in a tag team so I am going to make it happen.
They turn the corner and find that Goth is standing there. Aleksei at first is a little unsure but after taking another gulp of vodka he approaches him.
Aleksei: Hey there Goth! Love your work man. It is scary, intense stuff. Want a little drink?
Aleksei offers the bottle to Goth.
Aleksei: Listen, I wanted to ask you. I have a dream of giving the whole tag team thing a try. We should be a team, it would mess with everyones mind. I would even dress in black if you want...and I will watch your back. We can throw wicked parties after we win. It could be glorious, what do you say?
Goth grabs the Vodka, he takes a drink from it as his eyes do not leave that of Aleksei. Aleksei is unsure what to think of the man as suddenly Goth spits the Vodka into the face of Aleksei and hands him the bottle.
Goth:: Come back when you have grown some balls boy.
Aleksei wipes the vodka off his face. His smile does not fade but changes. It is more predatory. He takes the bottle back.
Aleksei: if you are asking if I have the nessecarry equipment I wouldn't worry about it. But I am thinking you mean to question my ability. If you have doubts well meet me in the ring sometime and we can see.
Aleksei than downs the rest of the vodka and throws the bottle against a nearby wall.
Aleksei: But by then I will have a tag team partner. You have a good night Goth
He then smiles and turns around.
The words "Live via Satellite" appear on the screen as SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones is seen sitting backstage at the Pepin Cestero Arena in Bayamon, Puerto Rico for PRA In Your Face. Nick is already dressed in his ring gear, with his title belt laying across his shoulder as he has his typical smirk across his face. After a few moment delay, Nick seems to be informed he's being broadcast live on SCW Climax Control and begins to speak.
Nick: Well hello there to the SCW fans and wrestlers. I'm sure you've all missed me so much. It's been two weeks without the presence of the only SCW star worth seeing. You're all just lucky that I'm a nice enough guy, that I'm willing to give you this little moment of my time all the way from Puerto Rico. Because let's be honest, without this I"m not sure you could make it through the rest of this show, nevermind making it all the way to next week. Perhaps even more than that, there's a few people that apparently have gotten real brave without me around and have started running their mouths, so I need to make sure they know exactly what their place is. It's amazing how when I'm around SCW can't seem to find a challenger for my title no matter how hard they look. The moment I'm gone, all of these people suddenly become big bad tough guys ready to throw down some challenges. Coincidence?
Nick quietly shakes his head for a moment before continuing speaking.
Nick: Of course not. It all started with some clueless clown by the name of the Canadian Crippler. That's the reason I'm currently down here in Puerto Rico, as this idiot from the PRA decided to challenge me for my spot in the NeWA World title rankings. At least he has an excuse, he hasn't seen what I have done to one challenger after the next in that SCW ring week after week. He'll find out first hand soon enough though, and while the rest of you big mouths get to hide away from me for one more week, he's not so lucky, as his time runs out tonight. As for the rest of those SCW losers, well next week, we'll just have to see if any of these punks have the balls to still be running their mouths once I'm in the arena. You have the returning Bruce Evans, who was sent running out of SCW with his tail between his legs after he already got his shot at me, and failed. You have Jordan Williams, the guy who's spent his entire career getting carried by someone else to one tag team championship after another and yet this time, couldn't even hold onto those sorry ass belts with his loser of a teammate, and now he suddenly wants a shot at a belt that actually matters, as if he has a chance in hell of being the top dog in this company, which we all know he doesn't. And rumor has it, he's not the only former champion who wants a shot at me. There's one other guy who happened to lose a belt at London Brawling and apparently has a grudge with me over it, and I can't for the life of me figure out how THAT happened.
Nick chuckles to himself as boos can be heard in the background, coming from the fans in the arena.
Nick: So I guess people want to know why I got involved in the Roulette Championship match at London Burning, allegedly costing Bo Dreamwolf his precious little title, as if he wasn't about to lose it anyway, whether or not I was there. Well the simple fact comes down to one thing, it's all an eye for an eye. He wanted to steal a victory away from me when we teamed together at the last Climax Control before London Brawling? So be it, then I was going to steal a victory away from him. He wanted to try to embarrass me in the midst of a foreign country? Well I was more than happy to return the favor there as well. I hope you learned a lesson there buddy, one that little imbred hick of a manager of yours clearly didn't teach you, and that's to know your place in this company and be careful who you mess with. I have a feeling, that one will stick with you after our little interaction.
More boos follow as the smile on Nick's face only grows.
Nick: And of course, there's the one and only Rage. You know, the guy who had his shot at me just a few weeks ago and lost. Apparently having worldwide audience find out beyond any doubt that he was nothing compared to wasn't enough for him. Word is he wants another shot at me too, as if that would make any difference. I guess the fact that he hasn't already turned tail and run out of SCW at least puts him in a little better standing than the rest of those clowns who have tried and failed to take my title, but the bottom line is he still failed. The truth is, all four of those clowns can want whatever they want of me, whether they're running their mouths on TV and talking about wanting to get at me behind closed doors. In the end, none of them have what it takes, that much is already perfectly clear. The real question will be when I'm back in that arena, which of them will have what it takes to step into that ring and still be running their mouths when they have to do it face to face with me. I have a feeling, just like it has been in the past, once I'm in that ring, the list of challengers is going to rather quickly dwindle. And if it doesn't? Well, it's not like that will make one bit of difference anyway, because none of them have what it takes to do anything but stand there and take a beating in the middle of that ring. Just try to remember little boys... I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.
Nick smiles and winks towards the camera as the live feed cuts out and returns to the arena.
The camera switches to another part of the building, just down the hall from the locker room of the Seven Deadly Sins. Rage just finished watching Nick Jones’ “live via satellite” message, and his eyes stay locked on the now blank screen. His nostrils are flared. He starts to breathe a little heavier, and a few seconds later, he balls up his right hand into a fist, pulls back and punches the television screen! His hand goes through the flat screen, but he doesn’t even care.
Rage pulls his now bloodied hand away from the flat screen and proceeds to grab a hold of the TV and sends it flying to the opposite side of the hallway, and against another wall, destroying it even further, with a loud vicious growl. The door to locker room of the Seven Deadly Sins flies open, and his stable mates walk out to see what the fuss is all about. Gabriel and Kittie see the shattered remains of the TV on the floor, shake their heads and disappear back inside the locker room. Shane and Synn, however, notice the blood coming from Rage’s hand that is still balled up into a fist.
Shane: Your hand is bleeding pretty good, mate. You might want to go have that checked out.
Rage: I’m fine!
The blood covering Rage’s hand, and on the floor, says otherwise, but Rage doesn’t even look at his hand. Shane looks to Synn and shakes his head.
Synn: You may be fine, Rage, but your hand is another story. It looks like you need stitches. Go have it looked at. If you don’t, I’m sure Joshua and Angel will be more than happy to play doctor and nurse, and have a look at it?
Rage exchanges glances with Synn and Shane, both nodding. Rage huffs and puffs, then storms off down the hall with another loud growl. Shane looks to Synn.
Shane: Something tells me that the TV was only his first victim.
Synn nods.
Synn: I have a feeling you might be right. It seems the monster in Rage is awakening.
They both nod as they take one last look at the shattered TV on the ground and head back to join the others in their locker room.
The opening to “Fire It Up” by Thousand Foot Krutch starts a green biohazard symbol on the screen and slowly the symbol catches on fire, when the instrumentals pick up, Tommy dashes from behind the curtains.
I've got a bad case of turning it up
It's getting cold in here so fire it up
I've got a bad case of turning it up
It's getting cold in here so somebody fire it up
Come on and fire it up
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from St. Louis, Missouri weighing in at 215ibs Tommy Staggs!
He throws his arms in the air with a look of intensity on his face as he demands the cheers of the fans. He runs from one side of the stage to the other, slapping hands before running down the aisle slapping more hands. I'm in love with the feeling Once he is at the foot of the ring, he does a hand stand, hooking his feet around the bottom rope. He flips up, moving so that he is seen bouncing on the rope. He leaps down and then to the nearest corner where he climbs it quickly and looks out over the audience, he hops off the corner as “Oh Canada” rings out over the PA System and Bruce Evans makes his way to the ring.
Of pressure to the ceiling
We come with intention
To face my opposition
Get raw when it's time
To lay it on the line
To the walls where we're taking it
Let your light shine, like…
Justin Decent: His opponent, from Calgary, Alberta Canada, he weighs in at 235ibs he is “Blaque Hart” Bruce Evans!
Bruce enters the ring and stares down Tommy Staggs as the referee signals for the bell, the two wrestlers circle each other before locking up.
BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS vs TOMMY STAGGS
Simone: This should be a great match here between two wrestlers on the rise.
Adams: As long as Matthew Kennedy doesn’t join us for commentary I’m not complaining.
Bruce gets the advantage by locking Tommy in a headlock, Tommy pushes him off and Bruce runs into a dropkick from Tommy, Bruce gets to his feet only to be hit with an Atomic Drop followed by a Vertical Suplex, Tommy goes for a cover 1……2…….Bruce kicks out just after the two count, Tommy doesn’t let up however as he looks in a headlock but Bruce is able to get to his feet and hit Tommy with a Back Suplex.
Simone: Things have been pretty even so far.
Adams: Well it is the beginning of the match.
Bruce gets to his feet and puts the boots to Tommy before making a cover of his own 1…..2…..kickout by Tommy, Bruce argues with the ref claiming that it was a three count but the referee is having none of it so Bruce turns around…..right into a dropkick from Tommy that sends him through the ropes and to the floor, Bruce gets to his feet and slaps the ring apron in frustration.
Simone: Bruce is getting frustrated early.
Adams: And that’s a big mistake when you’re facing LOOK OUT BELOW!
Jason never gets a chance to finish as Tommy surprises Bruce with a suicide dive over the ropes getting a decent pop from the crowd, Tommy doesn’t waste any time in rolling Bruce back into the ring and hops up onto the apron before connecting with a Springboard Legdrop, he follows it up with a cover 1…..2…..kickout by Bruce, Tommy doesn’t let up however as he forces Bruce to his feet before hitting a Reverse DDT and following it up by locking in a Dragon Sleeper.
Simone: Tommy’s maintaining the advantage.
Adams: For how long though? He is against Bruce Evans after all.
Tommy maintains the submission hold for a couple of minutes and it looks like it’ll be enough to put Bruce out of commission, the ref checks Bruce’s condition before raising his limp hand once only for it to fall, he does it again and the same thing happens, however on the third attempt Bruce is able to fight back to his feet and elbows Tommy in the stomach a couple of times once he’s on his feet before hitting a Northern Lights Suplex, he holds on for the cover 1…..2…..Tommy kicks out and Bruce, once again, argues with the referee.
Simone: Bruce needs to maintain the offense if he wants to win this.
Adams: Gee, you think?
Bruce continues to argue with the ref only to be rolled up by Tommy 1….2……Bruce kicks out in the nick of time and gets to his feet only to be hit with a Whirlybird Headscissors by Tommy sending him through a loop.
Simone: That move makes me dizzy just looking at it.
Adams: How do you think Bruce feels then?
Bruce gets to his feet but is clearly disoriented by the move, he turns around into a handspring kick by Tommy who follows it up with a Piledriver, Tommy goes for a cover 1…..2…..kickout by Bruce and it’s clear that Tommy is getting frustrated at his inability to put Bruce down for a three count.
Simone: Now Tommy’s getting frustrated.
Adams: Can you blame him? He’s tried everything in his power to put Bruce away for good but nothing seems to be working.
Tommy gets Bruce back to his feet but Bruce manages to trip Tommy up and lock him in a Sharpshooter, Tommy screams in pain as he tries to fight his way out of the move and the referee asks if he wants to give up, with a resounding “NO!” Tommy manages to kick Bruce out of the submission move and Bruce gets to his feet just as quick as Tommy does, Tommy charges at Bruce who ducks down for a Back Body Drop.
Simone: That’s a big mistake when facing Tommy.
Adams: Yeah, he’s been known to hit one of his finishers from that position.
Sure enough Tommy counters the attempt at a Back Body Drop with the Counterplex Falling Neckbreaker, however Tommy holds on looking to hit either the Devastation Driver or the Reverse Devastation Driver in an attempt to put Bruce away for good, however once the ref is out of position Bruce fights out of it and hits Tommy with a low blow.
Simone: Oh come on; face your defeat like a man!
Adams: If he did that we’d be searching for the real Bruce Evans.
Bruce doesn’t give Tommy a chance to recover before hitting him with his own finisher, the Blaque Out Reverse Powerbomb, he rolls Tommy onto his back before going for a cover 1…..2…..3!
Justin Decent: Here’s your winner, “Blaque Hart” Bruce Evans.
Simone: What a cheat! He couldn’t beat Tommy fairly so instead he cheats his way to victory.
Adams: That’s just Bruce’s veteran instinct!
As the Canadian National Anthem rings out Bruce escapes the ring before Tommy can get his revenge, he celebrates the win as we cut to commercial.
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 a slow look around, different from his snarl, as pain covers his face, Kain slowly moves towards the ring, limping as he moves, his foot dragging off the floor. Kain turns to his girl and she wraps her arms around him. Kain winces are her hands move around his back. Then Kain breaks it off and climbs up the steel steps slowly. He places both hands on the top rope he grits his teeth as he stretches his arms and forgoes the flip, stepping in the ring. Kain walks over to Justin, who hands him a microphone and the music fades out.
Kain: A few weeks ago, at London Brawling, I let that ego driven piece of shit stop me from winning what could have been the greatest match of my life in the biggest setting of all. I could have beat the bitch that runs this company all over London. I have the damn battle scars to prove I gave it everything. My arms, my legs, my back feels like it's been through a war, and I walked away second best
Boos echo through the arena
Kain: But you got lucky. You had to damn near kill me to beat me. You had to throw me sixteen feet up, through a window, to actually defeat me. You had to put yourself on the line, to do what not many can and beat me one on one. If you think I'm happy about this for one second, you're all wrong, because I do not lose to people who are not good enough to be in the same city as me, let alone within five feet of me.
Aggression covers Kain's face, crossed with a wince of pain.
Kain: You spoke about killing me Ward, but you never, cause I'm still standing you son of a bitch, you can not kill me, you can never kill me.
"Midnight Tornado" cuts Kain off in mid speech. The fans boo as Hot Stuff walks out from the back, his arm and foot still in a cast. He uses a crutch to help himself down the ramp, limping along and ignoring the fans as he does. Hot Stuff gets to the ring and pushes the crutch under the rope before rolling in to the ring. He stands up and Justin Decent hands him a microphone. Hot Stuff moves towards the angry looking Kain, his face and arrogant, cocky smirk. Hot Stuff raises the mic to his lips as the music stops, but he stands staring at Kain, letting the tension build
Simone: The crowd are waiting
Adams: This anticipation is killing me
Simone: You can almost feel the respect.
Hot Stuff looks away and then back at Kain, raising the microphone to his lips
HS: Well don't you look like crap Alex.
Kain growls at Hot Stuff, forcing him to take half a step back.
HS: You're right, I didn't kill you, I didn't make good on that promise, but you're still here, I'm still here, shit can change so quickly. I know you're angry, I know you wanna kick my arse to get retribution and as much respect you beat in to me, sorry Kain, you're not worth my time anymore. I gave you the choice to jon me, you said no, I tried to beat it in to you, but nothing.
Hot Stuff moves up close to Kain
HS: You're not worth it anymore
Hot Stuff hits Kain on the shoulder and turns away but Kain spins Hot Stuff back and stands face to face with him but Hot Stuff smirks and shakes his head, turning away, as he turns again, Kain spins him back and plants him with a right hand....
Simone: Oh boy!
Hot Stuff fires a right hand back at Kain, but Kain takes Hot Stuff down, throwing punches at Hot Stuff's head. Security storm the ring, pulling the two men apart, forcing Hot Stuff to one corner and Kain to the other.
Adams: These two men respect each other now, but I don't think they like each other.
Simone: Understatement of the century, this one is not over, let's send this to the back
Backstage at the arena. The camera rests upon the locker room door of The Seven Deadly Sins. The camera goes inside to see Gabriel and Synn sitting on a sofa, while Despayre runs around the sofa, holding his tag team title in front of him in one hand and Angel in the other. The camera moves around to show Rage, Kittie, Sxxxy Shane Boswell and Fantasia also in the room
Despayre: All the Sins are champions!
Despayre stops behind Gabriel and points at him
Despayre: You and me and Angel and
Despayre looks across the room at Rage
Despayre: Uh oh...
Rage lets out a soft growl and Despayre goes back to looking at his tag team title
Despayre: So pretty.
Despayre jumps in the air, a wide smile on his face. The camera focuses on Gabriel and Synn.
Gabriel: Happy little fella, isn't he?
Synn: He's been up at 6am every day since winning that thing to show me.
Gabriel: You know, I've been thinking, what with The Aristocrats not knowing who they are, or us not knowing who they are, Casey Williams and Jordan splitting as a team, there's not a lot of things we can do.
Despayre: I say we pick two names out of a hat and they can challenge us.
Gabriel: That wouldn't be much of a challenge Despy.
Despayre: But what would happen if we picked our own names?
Gabriel: We can't wrestle ourselves Despy.
Despayre: Aw that's too bad. I know my every move.
Despayre returns to running around the sofa holding his title in the air. A knock at the door is head and Stoner Scott Oliver walks in to the room, he turns to the camera and talks
Stoner: What's up SCW!? I'm in the dressing room of The Seven Deadly Sins!
The Sins look at Stoner, slightly confused.
Stoner: I'm here to talk to the new Tag Team Champions.
Stoner walks towards Gabriel and looks down.
Stoner: Hey Despayre!
Despayre stops running around and leans over to Synn.
Despayre: I thought I was Despayre?
Synn: You are.
Despayre: Oh good, I thought we had a Freaky Friday moment.
Gabriel: I'm Gabriel
Stoner: Ya! That's what I said. Anyway guys, how's it feel to be the new SCW Tag Team Champions?
Despayre: Eh, it's ok I suppose.
The rest of the sins look at Despayre confused after his recent excitement.
Gabriel: The belt are where they belong Sam.
Stoner: I'm Scott
Gabriel: That's what I said.
Stoner bops his head in a spacey way.
Gabriel: You're only as good as your next challenge, but here's the thing, there is no next challenge. Seems like since we won the titles, everyone decided to run away and hide. So Despayre and I have decided to leave an open challenge to ANY two men in SCW to step up to the plate and give us a challenge. I don't care who you are, just step up and challenge the champs.
Despayre: But no girls!
Gabriel: Right Despy, no girls need apply.
Despayre: Because real men don't hit girls.
Gabriel: Right!
Despayre looks down at Angel.
Despayre: Whaddya mean unless they're from the Slap A Ho tribe?
Gabriel smiles
Gabriel: Anyway SCW, the challenge is out there, any two MEN wanna step up and have a shot at glory, you know where to find us.
The camera goes back to ringside
The camera returns to the ring where Justin Decent stands near referee Jasmine St. John.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is accompanied by Sapphira! From Utrecht, in the Netherlands but now resides in New York City, weighing 239 pounds ... Goth!
Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he awaits his opponent.
Simone: The mere sight of this man watching and waiting for you could send chills down the spines of lesser men. He is one of the most dangerous men to deal with, both mentally and physically.
Adams: It's a good thing is opponent isn't one of those 'lesser men' then.
Simone: Indeed not. Jordan Williams has a history of championships and he has made it clear his sights are set on Nick Jones's Heavyweight championship!
Adams: Then again, so is Goth.
Justin: His opponent hails from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 255 pounds ... Jordan Williams!
"Thugz Passion" by Tupac blast arena speakers as a spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas where Goth attacks him from behind suddenly and brutally!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
JORDAN WILLIAMS vs GOTH
The match has started and Goth does not waste any time and he immediately starts to lay in the boots to the downed Jordan Williams, stomping and kicking away at him as the official tries to get him to ease up.
Adams: No fair! Foul! Foul!
Simone: Well what the hell else did you expect out of Goth?? With all of Jordan's experience you'd think he would have known better.
Goth grabs Jordan by the throat and arm to drag him to his feet and unloads a heavy fist right to the temple, knocking him back a number of steps into the ropes. He grabs Williams's arm and Irish whips him hard into the corner, following in and driving him arm into Williams's throat with a hard clothesline. Jordan staggers out and Goth grabs his arm and whips him into the far corner, running in after him again, but this time Jordan times it perfectly as he somersaults ala Ric Flair in the corner and lands right on the ring apron.
Simone: Beautiful move by the veteran!
Adams: He's still got it!
Goth comes charging right up and Jordan drives his shoulder into Goth's gut, knocking the wind out of him, then grabs his head and drops to the arena floor, catapulting Goth's throat against the top ring rope. Goth staggers backwards, clutching his neck, and Jordan quickly rolls inside of the ring and grabs Goth's arm, twisting it around his throat and bringing him down hard with a Regal neck breaker. Jordan quickly makes the cover!
1.....
2.....Goth kicks out!
Simone: too soon! Anyone who saw Goth's match with Despayre knows this man can take a beating...
Adams: And hand one out as well!
Jordan grabs Goth and pulls him up to his feet, but only to bring him right back down with a side-Russian leg sweep.
Simone: Jordan is showing his ring savvy right here and now. He knows he's started weakening Goth's neck so that's where he's targeting his offense.
Adams: Well if Goth ever did have a weak spot, it would be the neck...or above the neck rather. He always was a little...
Jason twirls his finger around his ear.
Jordan runs off of the ropes and jumps, dropping a leg across Goth's throat and covers him again.
1.....
Jordan pulls Goth to his feet and sets him up for an Irish whip into the ropes but Goth reverses it only Jordan holds onto his hand and doubles him over with a kick to the stomach and takes him over with a Northern Lights suplex!
1.....
2.....And again Goth kicks out!
2.....Goth gets a shoulder up!
Adams: Daaaamn! Jordan isn't wasting any time trying to put this one in the record books! I hope Nick is paying close attention!
Simone: When you're dealing with someone as lethal as Goth is you have to try and end things fast!
Jordan starts to pull Goth up but Goth suddenly barrels forward and forces Jordan back into the corner and starts to drive his shoulder into his midsection repeatedly as referee Jasmine St. John tries unsuccessfully to break it up and separate them. Goth pulls the breathless Jordan out and Irish whips him into the ropes and scoops him up, dropping him down against he mat with a side suplex! He pulls Jordan right back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes again for an attempted lariat but Jordan ducks behind him for a crucifix roll up but slides down his back into a sunset flip and jacknifes him!
1.....
2.....Goth kicks out!
Simone: I don't think I've ever seen Jordan look better. He really came prepared for this.
Jordan goes for another Irish whip but Goth reverses it and runs right in after him and clotheslines him with enough force to knock Williams right out of the ring and to the concrete floor below!
Adams: Holy sh...shoot! Did you see the way Jordan landed!?
The referee starts a count ...
1...
2...
3...
4... but Goth breaks it up by going out after his opponent!
Adams: And I *think* things are about to get reallllllly interesting!
Simone: Jordan lost his momentum and now is when Goth is at his most dangerous! He's like a vulture preying on a carcass!
Jordan recovers and starts to get up but Goth buries a fist into his stomach and slams his face into the hard ring apron. Goth then wraps his arms around his waist and drives him straight back against the steel barrier as Sapphira cheers wildly, jumping up and down and cackling like a loon!
Adams: That chick is nuttier than a Snickers bar!
Goth then scoops him up, setting him high for an atomic drop but instead drops him crotch-first onto the railing!
Adams: OUCH! I think every man here tonight just felt the irresistible urge to cross his legs!
Simone: Maybe that'll help keep Jordan from running around on his wife!
Adams: Oh that's cold.
Jordan's face is grimacing with pain when Goth runs right up and leaps, tackling him right off of the barrier with a leaping clothesline, dropping him to the floor! Finally, at Jasmine's insistence, Goth rolls Jordan back inside of the ring and follows him in. He sends Jordan into the ropes and catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl back breaker right across the knee, then drops down into a cover.
1.....
Goth then grabs a handful of Jordan's trunks and whips him hard into the corner. Goth then grabs him around the throat from behind and drags his face across the top rope, giving him a nasty rope burn on the forehead. Goth spins him around and starts choking him blatantly with both hands as the referee lays in her count to break it!
1...
Goth breaks, but just long enough to break the count and then goes back to choking his foe.
1...
Goth then strikes with a chop right across the chest, prompting a hearty, "WHOO!" to elicit from the capacity crowd.
2..... Kick out!
2...
3...
4...
2...
3...
4...
Simone: I hate it when they do that.
Goth Irish whips him into the ropes and swings but Jordan ducks, hits the far side and comes running right into a spine buster! Goth covers him, hooking the leg!
1.....
2.....
3-NO! Jordan kicks out!
Adams: Oh lordy I thought this one was over!
Simone: Jordan is not about to give up his championship dreams so easily!
Sapphira cries foul towards Jasmine as a pissed off Goth is on his feet, laying in the boots to the downed Jordan Williams before turning and heading for the corner. Facing the crowd, he starts to climb up, but once he stands on the middle turnbuckle, Jordan is on his feet and runs up from behind and brings him crashing down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep that fells BOTH men!
Adams: Goddamn! I have never seen a Russian leg sweep from the corner before!
Simone: Jordan Williams is innovative, what can I say?
As both men suck in the oxygen and try to recover from the pain racking their bodies, Jasmine starts his mandatory count.
1...
As she nears the count of eight, Goth finally drags himself to his feet as Jordan uses the ropes to do the same. Goth swings but Jordan does as well and the two men are suddenly engaging in a slugfest right in the center of the ring! However this is Goth's specialty, not the tactician Williams's, and Goth gains the upper hand with both a rake of the eyes and a fist to the temple. He Irish whips Jordan for a roundhouse right but Jordan comes off with a swinging neck breaker from behind.
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3...
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7...
Adams: Jordan is showing he can come back from a beating and after the one Goth laid on him, that's saying a whole lot!
Jordan picks Goth up and sets him up on the top turnbuckle, facing the fans. Jordan then turns away, takes him by the head and brings him down the hard way with a D-Von neck breaker!
Simone: Good god! If Goth's neck isn't broken after that it'll be a miracle!
Jordan could have gone for the pin, but instead chooses to climb the corner and perch himself up on the top turnbuckle. Looking down at the fallen Goth, he sizes him up and leaps, nailing a picture perfect Swanton Bomb!
Adams: Hotlanta!
Jordan with a the cover!
1.....
2.....
3!
Simone: And Jordan gets a hard fought victory and moves one step closer to the Heavyweight Championship around the waist of Nick Jones!
Justin: The winner of the match ... Jordan Williams!
We see Justin Decent in the center of the ring.
Justin Decent: Coming to the ring at this time, from Tombstone, Arizona. They are the current, reigning National Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions "The Mistress of Justice" Viper & ICW's only Triple Crown Champion who was the top ranked superstar in the National Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship Title Rankings for May "The HarKore God" Weapon-X. These are the team that has won over 25 World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship titles in over 17 years The HarKore Warriors!!!
The crowd in Nevada, who got to see Weapon-X for years in WWA during the Silver State Wrestling as it's over 9-month Liberty Bell Champion along with his Radical Wrestling Cartel that was located in neighboring Arizona, pop's loudly for the announcement as "Renegade" by Jay-Z & Eminem start. The arena lights dim & the red lights come up on the entrance way in the classic red X's as we skip through Jay-Z's 1st verse to go to Eminem's 1st verse as light fog come to the entrance ramp.
"Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it"
Weapon-X comes out first as he has a kendo stick spinning as he feels strongly with those first words that were stated by the Detroit Rap Hero. You can see the ICW Heavyweight Championship title along with his NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title belts around his waist tightly.
" Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it"
Pyro that sounds off like machine gun shots starting at the top of the rampway & going down towards the ring blares as Weapon-X tucks & rolls half way down the ramp. Then he stands waiting as he points the kendo stick back at the entrance way waiting on his partner, not just in wrestling but also in life.
" Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?"
Viper comes out as wearing her kamono with "Mrs. Perfect" in red & black on the back. After she's on the top of the entrance ramp with a kendo stick in her right hand & as rose petals come down from the ceiling & into the crowd she blows a kiss across the stage which is her finisher taunt for the "Kiss of Death". her NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title is upon her right shoulder as behind her their manager & former interm owner of ICW Cesar Redalgo walks out wearing a custom made black suit.
" Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Ha ha!) "
Viper now tucks & rolls to meet up with her husband as they then exchange in a passionate kiss as then they walk together, as equals, the rest of the way to the ring.
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*} And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass "
As The HarKore Warriors, which are both Hall of Famers due to their seperate singles careers in multiple promotions let alone as a team in the NSWA, get into the ring as the crowd is chanting "ACCEPT!" to reference the staff of SCW's offer of a job to the duo earlier in the night.
" it's just that I'm a...
[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[Jay] Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}"
The chorus play's one more time as Cesar Redalgo is the first to hold the microphone.
Cesar Redalgo: I know I'm not the star here, these two are, but I wanted to start this off by letting the world know that NWA Owner/President Mr. Batee & ICW Owner Mr. G are going to be sued for every single red penny for what they did to my clients these last two weeks.
A dueling chant of "F*ck Batee!" & "F*ck G!" start off in the crowd. X raises his hand as if asking the crowd to let Cesar get through what he wishes to say as the crowd calms down for their hero.
Cesar Redalgo: I'm a manager but we have hired some of the best representation around. And I know some may say that G was going to let X stay for as long as he is ICW Heavyweight Champion. Firing him after he loses the belt. Who in the F*CK would want to work in a situation like that where your title isn't just at risk but your job? Mr. G has broken multiple laws & as for Mr. Batee he has wrongly banned my clients from appearing at the Parade of Champions Pay Per View to defend their belts against NWA World Heavyweight Champion Jack Kraven & former NWA World Heavyweight Champion Magnum Randel. I'm not going to discuss the backstage reasons that were given but it was legally wrong we wil fight to get them reinstated AS WELL AS get Weapon-X the NWA World Heavyweight Championship title match he deserves after being ranked first AND was promised it by Mr. G. Thank you for your time.
Cesar goes back & hands the microphone to Weapon-X as the crowd starts a "X" chant that rattles the television cameras.
Weapon-X: I want to thank all of those who sent us well wishes over the last two weeks. The phone calls, emails, blog posts from fans, fellow wrestlers AND even TWO regional fed heads from the NWA. Also to William Tocci who I should of listened too a few months ago who sent me a email basically saying " I told you so" but thanking me for trying to change things backstage. Due to the legal issues that may come in the next few months I'm not going to get into details about what went on other then to say Batee you are a power hungry, senile, two faced human being. SCW is STILL in the NWA partially BECAUSE OF ME you f*cking fool but again believe what you want to believe. I know, these FANS know & two regional fed heads in your OWN alliance know the truth. You'll get what you deserve even though before you did what you did I was dead set on trying to work WITH you no matter what you & the "old timers" may believe.
A sign in the crowd can be seen that say's "Pass The Torch: Save NWA from itself" as X points at that sign from the ring.
Weapon-X: I agree my friend. But now on to the future as I heard the comments earlier tonight offering Viper & myself jobs here in the SCW. Technically illegal since we're supposed to be banned from the entire NWA but if the lawyers can get through those issues then Mark, Christian you two have a deal!!
The crowd roars to life as X & Viper smile.
Weapon-X: I had plans on retiring at NWA Wrestleclassic 2013 as NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team & World Heavyweight Champion. Currently that can no longer happen. Well just because the person at the top of a company is evil it does not mean the company is evil as my wife & I STILL have great respect for what the NWA has meant to professional wrestling the last a hundred years. So to anybody who thinks we are going to come out here & burn the belts or spit on them or anything like that NO that is not happening tonight. We have a moral code & for what the NWA means, in SPITE of Batee, we have respect enough to hand them over since Batee is to chicken sh*t to try to take them himself from us.
A NWA referee comes into the ring & the duo hands over both belts as well as the ICW Heavyweight Championship.
Weapon-X: Now Nick Jones don't be worried I'm not coming after your belt yet. I have other things to do as to ANY person in the NWA that feels the need to face me to try to "humiliate me" well come to SCW. Jackson Blaze I did not leave because I'm afraid of you. COME HERE as I'll face you at the next SCW Pay Per View. Corporate Raven, The Corporation COME HERE for our rubber matches. Jeff Manis f*ck it get your old as* over here or Jack Kraven you claim I couldn't beat you on your worst day well let's see if that's the case. We are here in one of the two top promotions IN the NWA to prove we deserve to be at the top of that ladder. As no matter how long it takes Justice Will Be Served!!
"Renegade" plays again as we go backstage
Backstage, Electra Blaze is seen walking back inside the building from one of the exits leading to the parking lot. She is tossing one of her lighters up and down in her hand, as she walks down the hall with a smile on her face, and she laughs to herself.
Electra: That’ll teach him to mess with Misty…Burn, baby, burn!
As she prepares to turn down another hallway, who should she bump into, but Spike Staggs, causing her to drop her lighter. She bends down to pick it up, then glares at Misty’s ex-fiancee with an angry look on her face.
Electra: Oh go figure…
Spike: It’s a pleasure to see you, too, Electra…*laughs* Nah, it’s actually not.
Electra puts her lighter back in her pocket. She folds her arms and looks at Spike with a disgusted look.
Electra: And as always, the sight of you makes me want to vomit. I’ll never understand what Misty ever saw in you.
Spike: The best lay of her life. But, I’m not one to brag. I could show you if you like?
Electra laughs, though she doesn’t really find that last bit particularly funny.
Electra: Oh, trust me, I’ve been informed there’s not much to see. Not that I’d want to anyway.
Spike: Misinformation, I assure you. If you don’t believe me, we could remedy that…Oh sorry, that would be cheating…
Electra: Cheating?
Spike: Yeah, you are Misty’s bitch after all.
Electra narrows her eyes and glares at Spike.
Electra: You’re the expert on being someone’s bitch, aren’t ya Spike? You prove that every time you step into the ring.
Spike smiles smugly, even offering her a laugh as he nods his head.
Spike: Nice…But no, seriously. I am sure some seventh grader is still laughing about that one somewhere…So, aside from you needing to relieve chronic PMS, is there a reason we are still conversing?
Electra: Oh, there is a very good reason, actually. The events that are about to unfold shortly are going to be quite pleasurable for me.
Electra pulls her lighter back out of her pocket, toying with it in her hand. Spike holds his hands up in the air, pretending to be scared.
Spike: Uh oh! She took out her ever so dangerous Bic Lighter! I better run and hide before hurts me! Spike again laughs. Electra smiles an evil smile from ear to ear. Just then, several people go running down the hall towards the exit to the parking lot, and a fire truck can be heard just outside the building.
Electra: As tempting as that idea sounds, I took a different route, actually. It’s a shame, really. That was such a sharp looking car…
Spike suddenly shoves his way past Electra, sprinting down the hall. Electra follows behind him, wanting to witness everything that is about to happen. As Spike slams the door open, stepping outside, a car can be seen completely engulfed in flames. Not just any car. Spike’s smoky silver Ford Mustang…or it used to be anyway. The local fire department is rushing to get the fire out before the car explodes, and Spike watches on it horror. Electra walks up behind Spike, almost relaxed.
Electra: Consider this payback for what you’re piece of shit brother did to Misty’s car. And, if I were you, Spike, I’d think long and hard before you mess with Misty anymore. Because this…
Electra points to Spike’s burning car.
Electra: This is only the beginning. Trust me when I say I know of something that is much more precious to you than some car. If you catch my drift…
Spike gets face to face with Electra, locking eyes with her. He’s so livid, he can’t even speak, though the look in his eyes says it all.
Electra: Think about it, Spike.
Electra pats Spike on the shoulder, smiles and then turns and walks back in the building. Spike turns around, and just watches as the fire department douses what is left of his car with water. A sick, sadistic look appears on his face as he listens to the fire sizzle out.
We cut to the inside of the ring where we see a table and two chairs in it, the two chairs are on opposite ends of the table and there are two contracts on the table.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and, well, Matthew Kennedy was supposed to come out here now and address the situation with Casey Williams but we have no idea why that set up is in the ring.
Adams: Knowing Kennedy, it can’t be anything good.
Just as Jason says that 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 "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell hits the arena speakers and Matthew struts down to the ring, he is in his street clothes and has a microphone in one hand and the Roulette Championship in the other, his head is stitched up as a result of last week’s grueling steel cage match against Bobby “The Convict” Cage and he is clearly very angry, regardless he enters the ring and stands in front of the table.
MK: One week ago tonight I successfully defended the SCW Roulette Championship against Bobby “The Convict” Cage and whilst the damage that match caused me is extremely evident.
Matthew points to the stitches in his forehead and the crowd cheers.
MK: My night was far from over once I won the damn match, you see I am well aware that Casey Williams of NXT led to me winning the match abet inadvertently he was not contempt with just leaving things with that, oh no, he barely gave me time to celebrate before challenging me to a match and tossing me around the ring like a bloody ragdoll, for those who somehow missed it lets watch a replay!
The screen shows a replay of the final moments of the Steel Cage match between Matthew Kennedy and Bobby “The Convict” Cage as well as Casey’s challenge to and subsequent beat down of Matthew Kennedy, the footage ends just as Casey hits his last move and the camera cuts back to the ring where Matthew Kennedy is standing there with one hand in his jacket pocket.
MK: Don’t get me wrong, I am well aware that this title basically plants a giant bull’s eye on my chest but you know what? I wear that bull’s eye with pride and I will take on ANY challenger whether they are from SCW or any of the other NWA promotions, just to prove that I am without a doubt the best wrestler alive today.
The opening statement gets him a huge pop from the crowd for probably the first time in his career, however it’s the closing statement that quickly turns those cheers into boos.
Adams: I can’t believe I’m saying this but I almost looked up to Matthew Kennedy for a second there.
Simone: Are you really that surprised?
MK: Now onto the matter at hand, as you can see I have set up a contract signing in this very ring, there is a reason for this, Casey if you want my title let’s make this official!
Matthew sits in the chair facing the entrance ramp as he awaits Casey, then, Crazy Train by Bullet For My Valentine hits the speakers and Matthew looks up the ramp for Casey Williams, and he doesn’t show up.
Adams: Where is Casey? His theme song is playing, yet no sign of him.
Simone: Oh, there he is.
Simone points to the big screen, where Casey is seen. Casey speaks before he comes out to sign the contract.
Casey: So, Matthew, I guess you have the balls to face me for your coveted Roulette Championship, even though you felt firsthand the pain I can dish out instead of just witnessing it. I just hope you cherish the few remaining moments you have with that title. I left you in a world of pain after dominating you last week, huh? How often does one man get hit with a dozen gut wrench suplexes and 2 finishers all consecutively like you had, and not be a match? That is what I thought.
Casey pauses for a minute and then laughs psychotically, continues talking.
Casey: You also know how dangerous I am due to the fact that I made Johnny Brown black out during our match last week. He was lucky I didn’t kill him when I had that bear hug on tight. See what happens when you talk about my fiancé and my unborn kid. I may not verbally rip you apart, but physically, I cause a shit load of damage.
Again, Crazy Train hits the speakers as Casey runs down to the ring but A town called Malice blasts out as Casey climbs into the ring.‘True Brit’ Johnny Brown swaggers out on stage, covered from head to toe in advertising slogans and banners. He flips back his hood to arrogantly grin at the fans. He holds a mic to his mouth but can’t talk, he clutches his throat; covered in a branded scarf, as he waves someone out from the back and he is quickly joined by his agent; Chuck Steinberg. Casey picks his mic back up, he taps the top but nothing happens so tosses it at a ringside attendant.
Chuck: Don’t waste your breathe Big Guy I paid the sound guy to cut your mic. He nearly did it for free, face it my little blathering behemoth no-one wants to listen to you growl and roar through another promo. As YOU! choked my client out last week he is unable to verbalise his disdain for you… and this whole stinking company.
The arena erupts in boos. Every one of them regardless of their favourite in the ring love SCW, and every one of them has learnt to hate Chuck Steinberg in the two minutes he’s been talking.
Chuck: Your boos are music to my ears, each one sounds like a till ringing up sales. If you don’t mind I’m not here to address the masses I’m here to put Casey Williams on notice. Mr. Williams now I’m not a lawyer, but consider yourself served. Let it be known they my client, Johnny Brown aka ‘The Brand’ is going to get some payback… BITCH!
Right on cue Johnny runs to the ring. At ringside he shoves Justin Decent off his chair so he can use it as a weapon. He slides under the bottom rope then swings the chair at the Freight Train of Pain.
Simone: The Kiss of Death!! Casey punches the chair out of the True Brits hand. Johnny better run the giant is picking it up; we all know what comes next.
Adams: He’s bent it in half! That’s amazing power right there, if he can do that to a steel chair imagine what he’s going to do to Johnny Brown.
With fear in his eyes Johnny dives for the ropes, Casey living up to the old adage ‘how can something so big moves so fast’ catches him and drags him back to the middle of the ring, choking him with one hand and raises the other in a fist much to the approval of the fans. Matthew sees what’s happening takes the advantage by hitting Casey several times in the back of the head with the Roulette Championship, Casey eventually goes down and his clearly bleeding from Matthew’s attack. Johnny whips off his scarf. He wraps it around his hands and holds it up to the crowd. Primetime stands back as Brown begins to choke Casey.
Adams: Somebody stop this, he’s going to kill him!!!
Simone: Thankfully Chuck Steinberg has realized murdering someone on national televisions may be considered bad publicity and calls Johnny off.
The dastardly duo make their way back up the ramp.
Adams: Williams isn’t out of the woods yet, Kennedy is still in there, and…….wait who the hell is that?!
As Jason says this an large burly man storms down to the ring and enters it, Matthew looks up at the man before shaking his hand and putting the boots to Casey.
Simone: I believe that’s Matthew’s new bodyguard Jason Burnside and, well, just look at him!
Matthew shouts instructions to Burnside before pointing to the table, Burnside grins sadistically before forcing Casey to his feet and setting him up for a powerbomb.
Adams: He isn’t.
Simone: Casey is the biggest man on the roster, there’s no way he can powerbomb him.
Then, in an amazing feet of strength Jason lifts up Casey with ease before driving him through the table with a massive powerbomb, the crowd goes wild with “Holy Shit” chants as Matthew is clearly pleased with this, he quickly grabs the two contracts, he signs his own name with a pen on one and uses the blood to sign Casey’s name on the other contract.
Simone: Oh my god!
Adams: I’m dreaming right? Matthew doesn’t have someone who can do THAT to the biggest man on the roster in his side right?!
Matthew picks up his discarded mic and the Roulette Championship before kneeling next to Casey’s unconscious form.
MK: Williams, I would like you to meet someone, this is Jason Burnside and he is my insurance policy against you, now whilst a date hasn’t been set in stone for the match I assure you that I will walk out the SCW Roulette Championship, you know what the best part is? There’s a fine print in this contract that says that I get to veto any stipulation!
Matthew stands up and raises Burnside’s hand with a triumphant smirk on his face as the two men leave.
Simone: I don’t know about you Adams but Matthew’s just put the whole roster on notice.
Adams: I’m scared!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control!
The crowd cheers!
Adams: Oh the crowd do love themselves some Bombshells!
The opening chords to "Here For The Party" by Gretchen Wilson blasts through the speakers.
Justin: Introducing first! She is accompanied to the ring by her Party Girls partner, Cookie S'Mores, from Lynchburg, Tennessee, weighing 145 pounds ... Brandi Shotze!
As the fiddles kick in, Brandi Shotze appears at the top of the ramp with Cookie at her side. She looks around the crowd nodding and starts to walk down the ramp. She climbs the steps and gets in ring with Cookie remaining on the ringside floor in her corner. Brandi walks to the corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle. She raises her arms and jumps down, staring across the ring.
Justin: Her tag team partner is from Ottawa, Ontario Canada, weighing 128 pounds ... 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.
Simone: Two of the women most viable to challenge Misty for the Bombshell championship on the same team. This is going to be interesting.
Justin: Now introducing their opponents! First, she is accompanied by her Mean Girls partner, Angelica, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 116 pounds ... Veronica Taylor!
Chick Habit by April March hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans and from the back enters Veronica Taylor with an arrogant smirk on her face, and Angelica at her side. As the fans boo her she yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos and then she keeps up her walking the run way strut down to the ring stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show herself off with some poses showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring side doing another arrogant model pose before whipping her boots off and then she orders the ref to hold the ring rope down which he does she then enters the ring walking around with her hands in the air posing some more yelling at the fans. As her music cuts, she takes off her necklace and places it in the corner. She then stands by it leaning on the rope.
Justin: Her partner is the current SCW Bombshell Champion and NWA Cruiserweight Champion! From Chicago, Illinois, weighing 130 pounds ... Misty!
The lights in the arena go out. Several seconds pass, then the beginning to “What You Want” by Evanescence starts to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the beat of the music, when Misty appears from backstage, accompanied by her friend and resident pyromaniac, Electra Blaze. They stand at the entrance, and Misty hoists her Bombshell and NWA Cruiserweight titles above her, showing them off with a smug grin on her face, as the crowd viciously boos her. She ignores the booing, then places her one title over each of her shoulders, before she slowly starts walking to the ring, behind Electra. When the two reach the ring, they walk up the steel steps, Electra first, and she walks over to hold the ropes open for Misty. Misty steps through the ropes, walks to the center of the ring, and once again holds both of her championships high for everyone to ‘admire.’ They continue to boo her, but her smug smile never leaves her face, as her music dies down, and she turns and her partner, Veronica, starts up to her and they begin to debate heatedly over who is to begin.
Simone: Oh brother! They're arguing already and the match hasn't even started yet.
Electra steps in front of Misty and before she can start in, Veronica shoves her back and she crash lands on the canvas! Misty starts forward and Electra jumps up and starts after veronica but this causes Angelica to quickly get on the apron as referee Drew Patton hurriedly attempts to intervene.
Adams: Hey he should let them go! I mean, it is the Main Event after all and it can't get more exciting than this!
Drew tells Angelica to get back to the floor and he then points at Electra and then to the back and the fan cheer!
Simone: He isn't going to allow Misty's friend to stay at ringside! Good call!
Adams: Is that fair? I mean, Veronica's friend is there.
Simone: It's fair enough! The other side only has one second at ringside so he's only letting their team have the same.
Electra and Misty get in Drew's face and argue his stance, Misty pointing at her belts constantly.
Simone: What, she thinks because she's the champion it means Drew has to give her whatever she wants? No way sister!
Drew points again to the back and he starts to issue a count.
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Electra curses loudly and climbs through the ropes and heads for the back, throwing a fit the entire way. Misty turns back to find Veronica smiling smugly and 'applauding'. fuming, the Bombshell Champion steps out onto the apron to let Veronica begin. A brief chat between the other side and Vixen steps out onto the apron, allowing Brandi to begin for their side. Drew looks to both sides and calls for the bell.
Ding!
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Ding!
BRANDI SHOTZE AND VIXEN vs MISTY AND VERONICA TAYLOR
The crowd is watching with much anticipation as Veronica and Brandi stalk one another in a slow circle until they meet close to the center of the ring. Veronica smiles and kisses her hand before turning her back and smacking her own backside.
Adams: Oo I think she just told our lovely Redneck to kiss her...
Simone: We know, we know!
Veronica turns around and in answer, Brandi cups her huge breasts in her hands and jiggles them to the fans delight and cheers.
Adams: If Veronica wanted her to kiss her ass, what was Brandi just suggesting?
Simone: You are one sick puppy, Jason Adams.
Veronica answers this by bitch slapping Brandi right across the face! Brandi holds her cheek as veronica turns away from her and strikes a pose toward Misty, much to the disgust of the fans. Veronica smiles and turns back around and Brandi lays into her with a fist to the jaw that spins the model on her feet and she lands on her hands and knees.
Adams: Oh that was sweet! Brandi has one of the hardest punches in the entire Bombshell division.
Simone: That'll sure as hell teach Veronica who she can't be so cocky towards!
Veronica staggers to her feet, holding her jaw, and Brandi grabs her by the hair and shoves her face into her huge cleavage and rubs her face in HARD! The crowd is loving it!
Simone: Oh the humiliation!
Adams: The world infamous Knocker Locker!
Brandi lets her go and Veronica staggers back on her heels, gasping and coughing for air! She turns around to reach for the tag and Brandi grabs two handfuls of her shorts and tugs... eliciting a sharp cry from Veronica!
Adams: Wedgie from Hell!
Simone: Has Shotze been coaching you on terms for these unorthodox moves!?
Brandi slaps her hand H-A-R-D across Veronica's backside and shoves her right into her own corner where Misty tags herself in! But before Misty can climb inside, Brandi runs up and grabs the top rope and pulls, flipping the Bombshell champion inside of the ring the hard way! Brandi Irish whips her into the ropes ad plows right into Misty with a running elbow. Brandi then reaches over and tags Vixen into the match.
Simone: Oh now HERE'S what we all want to see!
Brandi tries to hold onto the champion but Misty squirms free and rolls outside of the ring to avoid her rival. Vixen doesn't even waste time as she darts through the ropes and gives chase around the ringside area! Misty rolls into the ring and Vixen rolls in after her but Misty drops a leg across the back of Vixen's head.
Simone: Oh and right there is where Misty's experience factor comes into play!
Misty reaches around Vixen from behind and gouges at her eyes! Vixen's screams fill the ring as Misty viciously drags her back across the ring, then throws her back against the mat. Misty then sits on Vixen's chest and starts laying into her with right hands as she holds a tight grip of her hair with her left!
Adams: This is getting ugly!
Misty grabs her by the hair and pulls Vixen roughly to her feet. She gets a running start and goes to drive her head into the corner but Vixen blocks it with a foot and instead rams Misty's head into the corner instead. Vixen then grabs her by the hair and runs her back into the far neutral corner and rams her face there as well! Vixen turns Misty around and she mounts the middle turnbuckle and returns the fists from earlier with a series of her own, and the fans count right along!
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Vixen drops down and Misty staggers back and Vixen springboards off of the ropes and hits a flying lariat! Vixen goes for the cover on the champion!
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Simone: Oh what a win that would have been if she could pin the champion!
Vixen grabs her by the arm and goes for an Irish whip but Misty is able to counter with a reversal. As Vixen hits the ropes, Veronica is close enough to bring her knee up into Vixen's back. Vixen stumbles forward, holding her back, and Misty spears her to the mat. Misty then pulls her by the hair an tights into her own corner where a waiting Veronica grabs her by the hair to hold her. Brandi shouts at Drew from her corner but this distracts the official and he turns his back to confront her. This allows Veronica to wrap the tag rope around Vixen's neck to choke her as Misty pulls on her legs, stretching her out!
Simone: Turn around Drew, damn it!
Brandi is finally forced out and Drew turns around but not in time to spot the double teaming. Misty sends Vixen into a neutral corner and rushes right in, crushing her under her body weight with an avalanche splash! Misty then takes a handful of Vixen's hair, gets a running start and brings her down unceremoniously with a one-handed bulldog! Misty rolls her over and hooks the leg in a cover.
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Misty tags Veronica into the match, slapping Vixen across the face on her way out. Veronica steps inside and she presses her boot up against Vixen's throat, choking her. Drew steps in and starts his count to force the break, and Veronica obliges, blowing the official a kiss.
2..... Vixen kicks out.
Simone: That chick thinks every man is warm for her form!
Veronica then grabs her by the hair and forces her throat across the top rope, choking her a second time. Drew starts counting!
1...
And Veronica jerks hard on the ropes, catapulting Vixen back to the mat. Vixen crawls to her hands and knees and Veronica kicks her in the backside, sending her sprawling onto the canvas. Angelica cackles in glee from their corner and Vixen starts swiveling her hips in a dance over Vixen before dropping an elbow down into the small of her back. Veronica rolls her over onto her back and covers her, grabbing a handful of tights!
1.....
2...
2..... Vixen kicks out!
Adams: Yes! No way should she win like that!
Simone: I seriously doubt Taylor knows any other way to win a match other than to cheat!
Veronica slowly stands up, glaring at the referee and she starts arguing with him as Angelica slaps her hands three times rapidly.
Simone: Butt out Angelica! You're not in this match!
Adams: When has that ever stopped her?
Drew insists it was just a two count and veronica gives him the 'talk to the hand'.
Simone: Oh no she didn't!
And Vixen quickly rolls Veronica up in a schoolboy pin!
1..2.. Veronica scrambles free of the pin!
Adams: That was certainly a faster count!
Simone: Well Angelica didn't say who to count faster on! Be more specific!
Veronica jumps up and shoves Drew back and Misty screams at her from the outside but far too late as Vixen dives for her corner and Brandi gets the tag!
Simone: Oh that idiot! Veronica was paying too much attention to the referee and Vixen tagged a fresh Brandi Shotze!
Brandi comes in charging and Veronica starts running and a near comical chase scene happens around the inside of the ring! Right until Cookie reaches in and cuffs Veronica's ankle, tripping her and Brandi pounces right on her! Brandi sits on Veronica's back and with two big handfuls of her hair, she starts shaking Taylor's head wildly with Veronica's shrieks and screams filling the air!
Adams: Uh oh! I don't think Angelica liked that very much!
Indeed not as Angelica storms around the ring and she gets a running start and pounces right on Cookie's back! Angelica whips Veronica's necklace around Cookie's throat and starts choking her as Cookie struggles to pry the hellcat from her back!
Simone: This is starting to get out of hand!
Adams: Yeah, right as soon as the bell rang!
Inside of the ring, Veronica throws Brandi off of her and straddles her ample chest and she returns the favor by grabbing two handfuls of Brandi's thick locks and she starts swinging her head violently from side to side! Brandi tries to fight her off but Veronica refuses to release her grip so Brandi fights fire with fire and she grabs Veronica by the hair as well and both women get to a vertical base, pulling on each other's hair!
Adams: CATFIGHT!
Brandi proves the stronger of the two as with a hefty tug, she whips Veronica over and the cocky model goes rolling across the ring and right under the ropes and to the floor!
Adams: Wrong side of the ring!
Indeed so as Vixen drops down and grabs Taylor by the hair and trunks and heaves her right back inside of the ring! Misty gets into the ring quickly and gets a running start and she dives through the ropes and crashes right into Vixen on the outside in a suicide dive!
Adams: This is WILD! With a capital WOOO HOOO!
Misty grabs Vixen and rolls her inside of the ring and follows in after her, ignoring they are not legally in the match! Misty pulls her rival to her feet and takes a swing at her but Vixen blocks it and answers back with a right hand of her own! Vixen then rakes both hands over Misty's face, fighting dirty tactics with dirty tactics!
Simone: I do not envy Drew here! Do something man!
On the outside, Angelica continues choking Cookie and the rotund Party Girl is weakening when the crowd starts reacting as someone is running toward the ring!
Adams: Oh oh! I think the Mean Girls are about to get it!
Finesse Levon barrels around the ring and she jumps right onto Angelica which sends her and Cookie toppling to the floor! A surprised Angelica topples over onto her back and Finesse just lays into her with lefts and rights!
Simone: Finesse is paying her back for that attack earlier in the show!
Cookie gets up and the big gal looks mad and she grabs Finesse by the arm and whips her off of Angelica so she can take over herself! Angelica scrambles to escape by rolling under the ring!
Vixen has Misty in a front facelock and she is swinging her knee up and bringing it painfully into the Bombshell Champion's head! Misty fights back, bulling Vixen back into a corner and she starts driving her shoulder into her midsection. Drew tries to separate them but has no luck and turns to go try with the other brawl taking place inside of the ring!
The hair pulling match between Brandi and Veronica comes to an unceremonious end when Veronica drops to her knees, driving Brandi's head into the mat! Veronica then tries to scramble out of the ring but Brandi grabs her by the ankle and Veronica screams as the redneck gal drags her right back in! Drew grabs Brandi to try to get her to let go but Brandi indeed does let go, just long enough to turn and shove Drew back and the official lands hard with a thud!
Simone: This has gone on far enough!
Adams: I think Drew agrees! He's calling for the bell!
Ding!
Drew hurries to confer with Justin as the fight goes on, both inside of the ring as well as on the outside! Finesse gets back up and hits Cookie in the back with a forearm smash! Cookie stumbles forward a step but the 200 plus pounder turns around and scoops Finesse up and body slams her on the floor! Misty continues driving her shoulder into Vixen's midsection but Vixen sweeps her legs right out from under her and she now has the champ pinned down and is slapping the hell out of her with both hands! Veronica finally escapes the ring and Brandi gives chase! Veronica tries to climb over the barricade but Brandi grabs her by the hair from behind and pulls her right back! Angelica rolls from under the ring and she grabs Brandi and a three way hair-pull fight erupts!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Drew Patton has thrown this match out! he has ruled it a No Contest!
The crowd is booing this decision as the huge melee' goes on and SCW security rushes out to finally put an end to this!
Simone: Well it's about damn time!
More officials and building security arrives and the swarm of burly men are finally making progress as the women slowly but surely become separated! They are still putting up a hell of a fight though and the men are clearly struggling to get this under control when a voice shouts out...
Christian: Hey! HEY! Enough!
SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood arrives at the top of the stage with a microphone in hand and he watches with a scowl at the happenings.
Christian: I said ENOUGH!
The fight is slowly succumbing to simple fatigue as the women slow their struggles to escape the men and return to fighting each other as Christian slowly walks down the aisle, pointing at the ring.
Christian: This has gone on far too long. Sorry ladies but I try to keep a low profile around here while Mark does the more in your face routine, but right now I'm stepping in. Mark and I were going to wait to begin the Bombshell Tag Team tournament but you know what? I see no reason why we should waste a good head of steam like what you ladies have going. Misty? Vixen? You two are just going to have to learn how to get along because I am pairing you two together specifically!
The crowd cheers as Vixen and Misty look stunned and they then start shouting at the boss!
Christian: Save it! It's done! Oh and Finesse, you want to stick your nose into this business? Can't say I blame you there. I'm putting you in there and you and your partner will get a shot at the Mean Girls when it's your turn at bat. Yeah. We're done here. All of you should really be ashamed of yourselves!
Christian turns around and simply leaves the stage area and the security starts to break things up as the crowd rallies behind the action seen.
THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Matthew Kennedy, Aleksei Koji, Casey, Marcus, Maggie, Scott Matthews, Craig and to all SCW roleplayers, you kick serious arse!