MVP Sports Unlimited, in Citrus Heights, California 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 MVP Sports Unlimited in Citrus Heights, California, 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 the soft beat of the song starts to play and Amanda, dressed as a 'flapper' from the early 1900's -- with a rather l-a-r-g-e bosom, steps out onto the stage and the crowd applauds as she begins her performance.
Amanda: Hit me with a hot note and watch me bounce
Hit me with a hot note and watch me burn
Start that trombone slidin'
Hit me with a hot note and watch me bounce
Hit me with a hot note and watch me bounce
When trumpets heat up
Gimme a rug to beat up
Hit me with a hot note and watch me bounce
Slap me down with rhythm from stem to stern
When saxes flare up
How do I keep my hair up?
Hit me with a hot note and watch me bounce.
While I gather steam
Keep that tempo ridin'
And I'll come in right on the beam
Knock me out with music in great amounts
Oh, let that beat wave
We're gonna have a heatwave
Hit me with a hot note and watch me bounce
The stage light dims with Amanda in a 'flapper' pose and the crowd whistles and applauds as the performance draws to a close.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm Jason Adams
Simone: Tonight we have one hell of a show lined up for you all
Adams: It all starts with Roulette champion Casey Williams in a non title match against the ever dangerous Weapon X
Simone: Goth enters the ring tonight too, against Alexis Marin. Goth has been in a foul mood after Into The Void and Marin is in the firing line
Adams: Following up that, we have a huge match, a six person tag match as Lucas Darby and Presley Spencer team with Trish Newborn to take on the combination of Sean Williams, Brooklyn Carter and SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Kittie.
Simone: Hangman returns to the ring. The former Aristocrat Chett Hangman Hawkins returns against another veteran of the ring, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans
Adams: Right after that, we have some ladies in action, oh yes, the amazingly hot Bianca Solderini, goes one on one with the amazingly hot Vixen. Did I mention how hot they are? I mean hot as...
Simone: We get it Jason, let's hope your wife isn't watching
Adams: Ummmm
Simone: Anyway, tonight's main event is gonna be the most explosive main events we've ever had on Climax Control.
Adams: You're not lying to these good people
Simone: I'm not, cause tonight, SCW heavyweight champion Nick Jones defends against the angriest man in the whole of Vegas, I'm talking about Rage.
Adams: If Rage keeps his temper in check, he could well end Jones' streak
Simone: It's a huge IF
Adams: Right, we've done our talking, so let's doooo it people!
Simone: Well Jason, it’s time for our first match of the evening and if this doesn’t have hard hitting match written all over it I don’t know what does!
Adams: Damn right! The reigning SCW Roulette Champion Casey Williams is taking on Weapon X in a non-title match; god only knows the mayhem this match will bring.
Justin: The following contest is your opening match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first……
Justin doesn’t get a chance to finish as 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 with Marty McFarge by his side, Matthew is in his street clothes and the two men make their way to the announcers table.
Simone: In the words of Michael Scott: NO GOD! NO GOD PLEASE NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Adams: Yeah she pretty much took the words right out of my mouth, also oww my ear!
The two men sit next to the announcers and put on headsets.
Kennedy: Good evening.
McFarge: Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with!
Simone: Err; it appears that we’ve been joined by “Prime Time” Matthew Kennedy and his manager “Big and Large” Marty McFarge……
Adams: Kill me!
Simone: Matthew it’s clear that you want to have another shot at Williams and the Roulette Championship but why are the two of you here?
Adams: And I’m not complaining or anything but where’s Jason? I heard the charges were dropped and he’s out of the hospital.
Kennedy: I’m here to scout the competition; do I have to spell everything out for you yanks?
McFarge: As for Jason we don’t know, he called us earlier saying that he’d meet us at the arena but we haven’t seen him.
Simone: So there’s a big, scary ex-con who’s willing to do anything for a quick buck running around California and no one knows where he is?
Kennedy: Essentially yes.
Adams: Suddenly I’m not looking forward to the taxi ride back to my hotel.
As the commentators argue with Matthew and Marty As the screeching call of insanity of "All Aboard" hits the speakers.
Justin: Introducing first, from Nashua, New Hampshire, standing 7ft tall and weighing 320lbs he is the reigning SCW Roulette Champion and the “Freight Train of Pain” Casey Williams!
Casey Williams comes out, with the intense look in his face. As the guitar riff plays, Casey walks down the ramp, pauses, pyros go off behind him.
"Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"
Then Casey climbs up the apron and over the top rope into the ring, and gives and angry yell, it doesn’t take him long to notice his old foes at the commentator’s desk and he glares at them whilst holding up his title.
McFarge: Don’t get attached to that thing for long Williams! Matthew’s coming to get it and there’s nothing that you can do to stop him!
Simone: Jason, who did we piss off enough to put up with these two for a whole match?
Adams: Well there was that one time I accidentally cockblocked the boss……
Kennedy: How about we keep things family friendly hmm?
As the four of them argue the guitar riff of the legendary Black Sabbath is heard as we hear the opening of "Paranoid" playing in the arena as the crowd rises to their feet. The lights darken & smoke starts to come down the rampway as the song begins.
Justin: His opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Cesar Redalgo, from Tombstone, Arizona weighing in at 250lbs he is Weapon X
"Finished with my woman cause she couldn’t help me with my mind People think I'm insane because I am browning all the time"
Two red lights come out of the side of the rampway which goes around in circles until it makes the X symbol above the entranceway as the cloud of fog almost covers the entire rampway.
"All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify"
A sound that is almost deafening out the music is the chant of "X!" as the crowd feels the impact of this Hall of Famer in multiple promotions as X is not ready yet to come out onto the entrance way.
"Can you help me thought you were my friend Whoah yeah"
At those words a bright light shines on Williams who’s too busy glaring at Matthew too notice, then as the bright white light fades away it's revealed that Weapon-X is standing & directly under the red X at the top of the rampway.
"I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind"
Due to his failures in his personal life but his making up for it in his professional life those words ring true as Weapon-X slowly starts to make his way down to the ring as the crowd has not missed a beat with their "X!" chant.
"Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal"
X does not look towards the crowd but they can wonder what the facial expressions are under that mask as you see a kendo stick in his left hand as if his twirling it calms his soul.
"And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late"
As the great guitar solo that was turned into a song starts to close Weapon-X walks up the metal stair case & gets into the ring.
Simone: Well gentlemen, it’s no secret what your thoughts on Williams are but what about Weapon X?
McFarge: Well for one thing he doesn’t have the butchering of a classic metal song as his theme so that’s already a plus in my book.
Kennedy: As for the man himself, he was once great but his time has passed! He needs to step aside and let the younger generation have the spotlight for once.
Adams: Like Williams?
Marty and Matthew share a look before busting out laughing.
Kennedy: No, like me.
Adams: Should’ve known
VS 
NON TITLE SINGLES MATCH
In the ring the ref signals for the bell and the match begins, Weapon X and Casey Williams get in each other’s faces and start trash talking each other, the ref tries to get in between the two titans but it works as well as you might expect and it’s not long before the two mammoths are trading blows.
Adams: Don’t expect to see any chain wrestling here folks.
McFarge: This is where Weapon X has the advantage though! His martial arts background means that he knows how to fight, Williams on the other hand is an undisciplined brawler.
Simone: That was surprisingly insightful.
Kennedy: Do you really think I’d hire a manager who didn’t know what he was talking about?
As Marty has predicted Weapon X uses his Martial Arts background to get the better of the much larger Williams using various kicks and punches to keep the larger man off balance, eventually it takes a Martial Arts kick to the stomach to knock the wind right out of Casey and Weapon X seizes the advantage planting him with an Evenflow DDT, Weapon X goes for a cover 1…..2…..and Williams quickly kicks out.
Adams: Way too early for the finish there.
McFarge: Yes but this way Williams expends energy that could be used later on in the match.
Kennedy: Besides according to the last woman you were with you’re used to finishing early.
Simone: Damn, I felt that burn over here!
Not to be deterred by the two count Weapon X hits Williams with a leg drop before getting on top of Williams and firing punch after punch to the larger man’s face, however Williams catches the last punch and shoves Weapon X off of him, as Williams gets to his feet Weapon X tries to lock in an abdominal stretch but Williams powers out of it, Williams is back on his feet and Weapon X charges only to get met with a clothesline, Williams goes for a cover 1….2…..Weapon X kicks out.
Adams: Both men have exchanged near falls so far.
McFarge: It’s only a matter of time before either of them slips up, personally my money’s on Williams to be the first to slip up.
Simone: Off course it is.
Kennedy: Like I said, he knows what he’s talking about.
Casey waits for Weapon X to get to his feet and once he’s on his feet Casey goes for a Gutwrench Suplex, however Weapon X is able to get free and trips up Casey before going for the “Eyes of Justice” Submission Hold, however Williams is able to power out of the attempt and gets to his feet, Weapon X charges at Williams but is met with a massive chokeslam.
Simone: That might do it right there!
Adams: Yeah, Weapon X got slammed through the matt…..wait were did Marty go?
Indeed Marty has left his position at the announcers table and has hopped onto the apron, he starts yelling at Casey long enough to distract him from making a pin cover, this soon proves to be a very bad idea as Williams grabs Marty by the collar which gets a massive pop from the crowd and Marty’s eyes to widen in fear.
Adams: YES! YES! SLAM HIM THROUGH THE MATT!
Simone: I know we’re supposed to be impartial but fuck it! WHAT HE SAID!
Marty starts pleading with the larger man to let go off him but Williams doesn’t get the chance as Ceaser pulls Marty off the apron and socks him right in the mouth, Williams nods in approval of the move before turning around…….right into a Flatliner from Weapon X.
Adams: JUSTICE IS SERVED!
Simone: NO! NOT THIS WAY!
Weapon X goes for a cover 1….2…..WILLIAMS BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Adams: How did he do that?!
Simone: I don’t know, what do you think Matthew?
Kennedy: I think you two should stop asking stupid questions and focus on what’s important! If I where Weapon X I’d be aiming to finish off Williams for good.
Indeed that seems to be what Weapon X has in mind as he signals for the End Point, he forces Williams to his feet but is distracted by a shouting match between Marty and Ceaser at ringside, he yells at the two managers to stop shouting at each other before turning around…..right into the Kiss Of Death from Williams.
Adams: Kiss of Death! That had to have knocked a few teeth loose!
Kennedy: But Williams isn’t done yet!
That is indeed the case as Williams locks in a Crossroads Chokeout, a variation of the Pentagram chokehold that he calls the Death Star, Weapon X struggles for a few minutes before tapping out to the submission.
Justin: Here’s your winner by submission, the reigning SCW Roulette Champion Casey Williams!
Williams lets go off the submission hold and glares at Matthew who has left the announcers table, the two managers look like they’re about to come to blows but the ref’s finally able to break up the fight.
???: Oi, Williams, up here!
Williams turns his attention to the titon tron where we see Jason Burnside at a lavish looking home, he is in his street clothes and is sitting down on a sofa with his feet on the coffee table.
Burnside: Remember me? I sure as hell remember you! You tried to take me out the week before Into The Void but you didn’t go far enough, you should’ve killed me Williams because now you have a pissed off ex-con out for revenge against you……and your family.
The cameraman reluctantly pans over to another seat where we see a bound and gagged Laura who has clearly been sobbing, the camera in the arena pans to a shocked looking Marty and Matthew making it clear that they had not planned this.
Burnside: Don’t worry, Laura’s safe for now, and as for your friend who you asked to look over her, well I’ve taken care of him myself.
The cameraman pans to the left of Laura where we see an unconscious Jim on the floor, Jason’s smirk grows into his trademark sadistic grin as he says the next part.
Burnside: Now before you go pointing fingers at Marty or Matthew know that they had nothing to do with this, they already have a rematch in place should he behave himself but know this, should Matthew not have the Roulette Championship back in his grasp soon some very…..unfortunate accidents may happen to your baby.
Laura’s eyes widened as she hears that and the camera feed cuts, Marty is already yelling down his cellphone but we cannot make out who is talking too, Matthew quickly grabs the mic from Justin Decent and turns to Williams.
Kennedy: Williams, we may have had our differences but he speaks the truth, I never had any intention of going after Laura it was his idea!
Matthew says with a trait that we don’t see often from him, sincerity, which clearly catches Williams off guard, he and Marty quickly make their way backstage and Williams isn’t far behind.
Adams: I……I don’t know what to say.
Simone: I can’t believe I’m siding with him but I hope Matthew has some damn good lawyers.
Goth can be seen standing in his locker room, taping up his fists as he sees the camera closing in on him. He doesn't blink his eyes as he starts to speak.
Goth: For the right price I will present the world the final words that they learned to love from me. But for once, I will do it for free.
Goth turns his face towards the camera and shows his sadistic grin.
Goth: It's time that I put some joke on the Roulette wheel and spin until his face turns red. And then? It's time that we play Russian Roulette... until one of us won't stand up... and guess what? I'll move on where you will fail....,
With that Goth walks off and the shot fades to black
After the opening match of the night the cameras pan backstage to find the Male tag-team champions Gabriel and Despayre and the newly crowned bombshell tag-team champions Carly and Odette posing for some photos. The sold out crowd in attendance cheered as the camera zoomed in nice and close to the foursome they are wearing matching jet black #PutHawkesOnTV t-shirts, each with their own tag-team belt draped over their shoulders. Carly and Odette are standing in between the two Sinful Obsessions as the photographer starts barking out orders.
Photographer: Carly… Odette… give me more darlings smoochie faces darlings…
Odette played along while Carly just rolled her eyes she wasn’t amused by this at all. Gabriel stood beside Odette while Despayre and Angel stood beside Carly, looking on a little confused.
Photographer: Gabriel… Despayre… give me danger eyes, danger eyes babies…
Gabriel, Odette and Carly all stopped and looked at each other a little confused with what the photographer was getting at while Despayre cleared his throat loudly.
Despayre: uh I think you’re forgetting someone?
The short female photographer sighed while snapping away with her large black Sony camera.
Photographer: Ah yes Angel pout for me, pout… pout… POUT…
Scratching her head Odette bit down on her bottom lip while Carly mumbled something under her breath.
Carly: How the hell can he pout he is a bear for Christ sakes?
Odette: Shhh Carly… he can hear you and hey leave Christ out of this…
Gabriel: yeah Carly we don’t want you to upset any religious freaks now would we?
Gabriel smirked while Carly let out a chuckle.
Odette: oh man I’m standing in between two devil magnets… where are my rosary beads?
Despayre: they won’t protect you!
Photographer: SILENCE!!! I’M TRYING TO WORK HERE!!!
Sinful Obsession and Dirty Country stopped what they were doing and looked towards the stumpy woman; all four were wide eyed they were taken back by her outburst. Leaning over towards Odette, Gabriel whispered into her ear
Gabriel: I think she meant to say… Silence I kill you
Bursting out with a laugh Odette covered her mouth with her hands as the sound of the clicking camera started up again.
Odette: Shh you’re going to get me into trouble
Carly: You’re always in trouble
Despayre: Just like Gabriel!
Photographer: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
All four looked on not amused as she continued
Photographer: Carly, Despayre turn back to back now… give me angry… Odette and Gabriel don’t just stand there follow suit… give me war faces, grit those teeth… grunt yes grunt… okay last photo… last photo… Mark Ward and Christian are going to love these pictures… Last photo… okay I lied… this one is… okay group together… touch… shoulder to shoulder… come on now we are all friends… bunch up… ah yes.. smile… Carly that’s not a smile… okay, okay… closer, closer, closer
Carly: OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TAKE THE DAMN PICTURE
Click
Photographer: there done… beautiful… marvellous… amazing
Despayre: Make her stop
Rubbing his head Despayre looked over to Gabriel as the photographer shuffled off leaving them in peace.
Carly: I was going to shove that camera so far up her Ass
Despayre: Swear Jar
Carly: What the hell?
Despayre: Swear Jar again
Carly: I’m not giving you any God Damn money for your stupid swear jar
Despayre: Hey Gab we gave finally found a girl for Rage… Gabe… Gabe… hey where did they go?
Despayre and Carly looked around as Gabriel and Odette were nowhere to be seen getting the crowd to make an o0o0o0o reaction. Carly adjusted her title belt and ran her hand through her messy hair while Despayre and Angel looked around. As the two of them just stood there Gabriel and Odette could be seen sneaking up behind Despayre carrying something big and heavy. Odette was practically jumping instead of walking as she was so excited to give her present to Angel, stopping directly behind him Gabriel’s voice broke the silence.
Gabriel: Special Delivery…
Plonking the gift on the floor Gabriel and Odette stood back as Despayre turned around and looked on excited, giving Odette the “what is it, what is it, what is it” eyes she smiled brightly and nodded indicating that he was free to open it.
Adams: what is it?
Simone: I’m not sure Adams I can’t read minds.
Odette: Open it!
Not wasting any time Despayre and Angel made short work out of unwrapping the large odd shaped present, wrapping paper was sent flying in every direction. Rocking back on her black heels Odette watched on eager to see if he liked it, the cameras panned down from her face to the gift to find Despayre and Angel sitting beside it.
Adams: OH MY GAWD!! Is that an Angel size monster truck?
Simone: it sure looks like it!!
Placed in front of one half of Sinful Obsession was indeed and Angel sized remote control monster truck, it was black with splashing of red flecks through the paint. Gabriel looked down at the confused yet excited look on Despy’s face.
Odette: isn’t it neat? Before you ask it has a seat belt installed for Angel because safety first right? And… and he has a matching helmet… isn’t it cute?
Pointing to the helmet Odette looked like she was going to explode she was so happy, Carly just shook her head but giggled as Gabriel was making jokes with her.
Odette: it’s 100% safe… because it’s all controlled from this remote and I even made sure it has a kill switch on it in case you control it too far away it will just shut off so you won’t lose Angel in it…. So… do you like it?
Looking down at the man with his guardian Angel she bit her bottom lip Odette was worried that Despayre would hate it.
Simone: The card is just starting and the...
Adams: Wait a second! Isn’t that...?
Alexis Marin! The camera turns to the top of the entrance ramp as he we see being thrown to the ramp. Upon closer inspection, we see him bruised, battered, and bleeding from the forehead profusely! Seconds later, Goth steps out and looks down on his pathetic opponent as Alexis tries to crawl away from him. Goth drags him back, gets on top of him, and continues to whirl down on him with thundering punches, laughing menacingly. Alexis is too weak to do anything but accept one hit after the next, already dazed and confused!
Adams: Looks like Goth ambushed him backstage and just beat the crap out of him without no one knowing the wiser! Goth is looking to take it easy for a win and he’s not about to let someone like Marin make it hard for him!
Simone: Since this kid isn’t really known around here in SCW, no one is going to save him and I don’t blame them. This kid had a lot of chances to be here, but didn’t capitalize on him. It looks like Goth is going to take him out of the SCW for good!
Goth throws Marin in the ring, the referee calling for the bell as Goth follows pursuit. Alexis is unable to get up, so Goth decides to end this one quickly. He picks up the helpless man, kicks him in the gut, and sends him sprawling with the Chaos ADDT! Goth goes for the pin and the referee counts it in!
1...
2...
3!
DING!
DING!
DING!!!
Decent: Here is your winner....GOTH!!!!!!!!!!!
Adams: Goth may have made history by making this the quickest match in SCW history! Only the officials can say for certain if that’s true or not!
Simone: One thing is true though, Simone. Alexis Marin’s career in the SCW is over!
Goth gets up and celebrates like it’s the biggest win in his career as the fans boo him out of the building. He exits the ring and laughs evily as referees and paramedics rush past him and enter the ring, checking on Alexis and putting him on a stretcher. Goth shakes his head, chuckles, and heads backstage as Alexis is being slowly carried out of the ring.
Simone: Goth has destroyed this kid, I'm in shock.
Adams: I heard Goth said he was gonna lift his game but I think he could have killed this guy
Simone: This is the sadistic side of Goth we hoped we would never see in SCW. Goth is now a man on a mission. That smile on his face showed he has no remorse, and no heart.
Adams: I so hope I don't bump in to him accidently and spill his wine, just wow!
The opening guitar riff of “Deliver Us From Evil” by Bullet For My Valentine begins playing as an emblem of a purple rose with black wings spread from behind it appears on the stage. A purple glow takes over the stage. As the music picks up, Roxanne comes walking out onto the stage, clad in a leather top with a slit up fishnet shirt, leather skirt, and knee high heeled boots. She waves her whip around behind her as she stops at the head of the ramp. She offers a gentle wink before parting her crimson lips to shout out “GET ON YOUR KNEES!” She lashes out with the whip before she continues on down to the ring. As she gets there, the lights return to normal and she slides in under the bottom rope. She pauses, before crawling to the center of the ring. She gets up to her knees, and then rises, flipping her whip around as she paces back and forth. She drapes the whip over the ropes as the audience gives off a mixed reaction. She purses her lips, looking very authoritative as she grabs a microphone from Justin Decent. She stands in the center of the ring, holding the microphone as she waits for the audience to quiet. The cheering stops, but the booing continues and Roxanne rolls her eyes. Roxanne: It is okay. I have all night, so go ahead and keep making yourselves look bad. Either way, I have your attention, and that is something each and every one of you had better get used to… Like a conductor, Roxanne seems to direct the chorus of boos in perfect unison with the crowd’s reaction. She offers a wink to the camera before puffing out her chest. The Amazon takes in a deep breath as a full fledged smile spreads across her face. Roxanne: Not that I owe any one of you an explanation, so consider the next few moments a luxury. I came here to the City of Sin a few years before the opening of SCW, and I have been in attendance at every single show since its inception. I must say… impressive. Roxanne slowly claps her hands together with a non-amused look on her face as the fans start an SCW chant. She walks over to one of the corners, her back turned to the entryway as she perches herself on top. She raises the microphone to her lips once more. Roxanne: I could list every single aspect of this company that has disappointed or saddened me, but that would take just shy of a year to explain. I’m going to cut to the chase so that you can watch some pretty little tart fight another pretty little tart in a long and boring contest that will likely put you all to sleep. I came back to life, so to speak, because it sickened me to see everyone glorifying the sinful acts that have transpired here. Namely the acts against Spike Staggs. The audience roars in a strange turn of appreciation which even surprises Roxanne. She widens her eyes for a split second before smiling sadistically. She gently crosses her legs as she rests up high on the turnbuckle. Roxanne: I planted a couple of snakes in the locker rooms of the cold blooded creatures slithering around here in Sin City Wrestling. I reminded people of their wrong doings, and prevented one from making another. And then there was that big thing with… Misty. The crowd cheers even louder as Roxanne motions back to the tron as it plays the footage of Roxanne manhandling Misty. Roxanne doesn’t bother looking, although she remembers it as if it had just happened moments ago. She closes her eyes and shudders in pure and unadulterated pleasure as the clip ends with the medics pulling Misty from the burning dumpster. Roxanne is getting visibly upset, and she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to calm herself down. After a moment of this, she opens her eyes, appearing a little more refreshed. Roxanne: To answer the one burning question on everyone’s mind, I came back to play Karma in the City of Sin. I am here to bring justice to this place of injustice. I am here to make anyone and everyone pay for their sins. I am the Karmic Mistress. Of course, something as big as a resurrected dead woman couldn’t just be dropped on the laps of the mentally challenged fans of SCW. I had to ease you in, and give you the general idea so that your two brain cells had time to make the connection. No one is safe, but in case she hasn’t figured it out yet, Misty is the first one of my list. Prepare to atone, oh “mighty” -chuckle- Bombshell Champion, because your days are numbered, and the clock is ticking down. Roxanne drops the microphone to the ground and lowers herself back to the canvas. “Deliver Us From Evil” begins playing as Roxanne grabs onto her whip. She leans back against the ropes and flips out backward, carefully landing on the outside, heading up the ramp. The cameras pan down towards the six sided ring just before the mixed tag team match is scheduled to begin but just before Justin Decent can announce the match the fans beam to life. The sound of a soft buzzing can be heard as Angel is seen in his Monster Truck ripping down the ramp a black flag has been attached to the back truck reading #PutHawkesOnTV.
Adams: Ha this is amazing!
The monster truck is seen doing laps around the ring as the screen in the arena lights up to show both sets of SCW tag-team champions sitting on a large red couch. Despayre is seen with an intense look on his eyes as he is controlling Angel’s victory laps around the ring while Gabriel, Carly and Odette are talking and laughing.
Simone: It looks like Despayre likes his gift!
Adams: Odette could get me a gift any day of the week and I would be happy.
Raising her hand up in a fist pump like motion Odette starts to chant “Hawkes, Hawkes, Hawkes” getting the fans to join in as well. Gabe and Carly look on a little shocked at first before joining in as Despayre controls the Monster truck back up the ramp stopping at the top to do a few neat spins. Disappearing behind the black curtains Angel is now out of sight as the screen shuts off as well but the fans are still chanting “Hawkes, Hawkes, Hawkes”
Adams: Was Gabriel just fist pumping?
Simone: Hawkes must be impressed with all of this attention Sinful Obsession and Dirty Country are getting for him!
Justin: The following contest is a six man mixed tag team match, introducing first, from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, she is Brooklyn Carter
HEEEELLLLOOOOO BROOOOOKKKLLLYYYNNNNN blasts through the speakers, the crowd jump to their feet as the arena grows dark. The lights flicker on and off as Brooklyn slowly makes her way from behind the curtain toward the ramp, she plays the crowd for a couple minutes before making her way down the ramp. Brooklyn stops in the middle of the ramp, and points out to the crowd as purple and black pyro shoot from both sides of the ramp, she makes her way further down the ramp and slides in the ring playing towards the crowd as she waits
Justin: And her partner, also from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at one hundred and sixty eight pounds, he is Nightmare Sean Williams!
The lights dim, and then completely shut off. Purple and black pyro fall from the sky, as November 18th blasts through the speakers, the crowd rise to their feet acknowledging Sean, who is standing at the top of the ramp playing to the crowd, he looks both ways before making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Sean hops up on the apron and plays to the crowd again before climbing between the ropes, bouncing off each end.
Justin: And their partner, from Henderson, NV, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is the current Bombshell Roulette champion, she is Kittie!
The opening drum beat of “Lollirot” by Jack Off Jill begins blasting through the speakers as the light flash along with the music. As the instrumentals pick up, Kittie shoves her way through the curtains. A spotlight lands on her as she pauses, throwing her head forward, and then back. She lets her hair fall down over her face, and it slowly falls back as she moves her head slowly from one side to the other. She throws her hands up in the air and lets out a scream before she starts skipping down the entryway. She bops her head to the side as she goes. She stops to stick her tongue out to tease a cheering fan or two, and then she continues skipping until about half way to the ring. From there she makes a mad dash toward the ring, leaping onto the apron. She quickly bangs her head as she dances to the nearest turnbuckle. She climbs it, and pauses there, looking out across the audience through her hair as they cheer her on. She throws her middle fingers in the air before jumping down into the ring. She paces back and forth quickly as her music dies down.
Justin: And their opponents, introducing first, from Las Vegas, and Reno, Nevada, weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty pounds, they are Lucas Darby and Presley Spencer!
The crowd is buzzing, waiting for the next match to begin. Except for a very select few, whom are off getting drinks or food. That ends though when "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to blare as the sound of a motorcycle cranking is heard in the background. People begin rushing back to their seats and they all have very mixed reactions toward the music alone, knowing who it is already. Then they lay eyes on the man 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
Justin: And their partner, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, she is Trish Newborn!
"King Of The World" by Porcelain Black plays out loud over the P.A system, as Trish Newborn walks out confident from behind the curtain wearing a matching leather sleeveless hoodie w/ her Best of the Best logo and ring attire for the night, and a pair of sunglasses. Trish smirks at all the fans trying their best to get to her as she walks down the ramp; midway down turning her back to them, with arms spread wide open. She turns back around to enter the ring, where Newborn pushes the referee out of the way, aiming for the first turnbuckle Trish sees and pulls herself up while her music continues to play. The crowd really starts giving the heat to the veteran performer now, but Newborn just stares out embracing everything.
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SIX PERSON MIXED TAG MATCH
Kittie and Presley start off in the ring.
Adams: This is Presley's first wrestling match
Simone: A one time shot for Presley
Presley steps towards Kittie, but Kittie slams a hard shot to the new comers head, sending her falling backwards
Simone: Welcome to the wrestling world Presley
Kittie moves over and stomps on Presley, with a sharp boot to the chest, Spencer rolls over but Kittie drops down to her knees and starts to slam her face in to the ground, slamming it hard against the mat. Presley rolls to the ropes to try to pull herself up but Kittie grabs her feet and pulls her away from the ropes. Kittie rolls Spencer over and jumps over with a quick elbow to Spencer quickly to the chest. Kittie gets to her feet and pulls Spencer with her, slamming her with an uppercut to the jaw. Presley spins around and Kittie hooks her up with a waist lock and lifts her over with a belly to back suplex. Spencer lands hard and rolls over, holding the back of her head and Kittie pulls her up, tossing her in to the corner. Kittie charges in, attempting a clothesline, crashing in to her. Presley crashes to the ground and Kittie puts a boot across her throat. Drew Patton steps in and warns Kittie off. Kittie breaks the hold and growls towards Drew who steps backs.
Adams: Yelling at Kittie is not a smart thing to be doing.
Kittie turns back to Spencer but Spencer is quickly on her feet, she kicks Kittie in the gut and throws her shoulder first in to the corner. Kittie steps out of the corner and Presley slams a hard shot in to Kittie's face, forcing her back in the corner and nailing her with hard shots to the head. Spencer grabs Kittie by the head and hooks her up, slamming her down with a hard DDT. Spencer covers Kittie.
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Kittie kicks out
Simone: You're not pinning the Bombshell Roulette champion just like that
Kittie gets to her feet, a look of surprise on her face. Kittie throws a shot towards Spencer's head, landing on her jaw but Spencer fires one right back to Kittie, shocking the Bombshell Roulette champ. Presley grabs hold of Kittie's head and runs, taking her down with a bulldog. Spencer picks Kittie up but Kittie rolls Presley down with a small package
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Presley kicks out!
Adams: Kittie uses that experience thing she got going on for her. Experience usually means old but Kittie does not look old
Both stand up and Kittie charges through with an elbow to Presley's jaw and in to her corner, tagging in Sean Williams. Instantly, Lucas Darby charges in the ring on the other side.
Simone: Time for the men to slug it out, two very hot men
Lucas nails Sean with a huge clothesline, sending the smaller man flipping backwards. Sean holds the back of his head but the very aggressive Lucas drags Sean to his feet, throwing hard shots towards his ribs and stomach.
Adams: Shotgun Rain!
Sean covers up but Lucas spots the space to grab hold of Sean's head and drops down with a quick jawbreaker, sending Sean flying backwards. Lucas pulls Sean to his feet and whips him to the ropes as Sean comes back, Lucas ducks his head and Sean leapfrogs over his back, Lucas spins around to face Sean, swinging his arm up and catching Sean square on the chin with a huge right handed uppercut!
Simone: Holy hell, Darby nearly took took Williams head off his shoulders!
Darby drops down for the cover
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Williams kicks out
Adams: That was one hell of a shot from Darby
Darby pulls Williams off the mat and lifts him up, dropping him with a spinebuster. Darby stays on top and starts to slam heavy shots in to Williams face, Williams covers up and pokes Darby in the eye with a counter shot. Darby holds his eye and Williams kicks him off. Darby stumbles on his feet, holding his eye, and Williams flips back up to his feet and waits for Darby to face him. As he does, Williams lifts Darby over with a huge belly to belly suplex, lifting the larger man off his feet and sending him crashing to the canvas. Williams gets back to his feet, as does the partially sighted Darby, and Darby swings a hand in Williams direction but Sean ducks and gets behind Lucas, grabbing his head and dropping him down with a reverse DDT. Williams looks out at the crowd and up to the top rope. Sean walks over to the corner and grabs the top rope, spinning around and facing Lucas Darby.
Simone: Williams gonna take a chance here
Williams dives off, nailing Lucas Darby with a five star frog splash. Williams stays on top
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Darby kicks out
Adams: This is end to end and side to side, oooooh, side to side makes me queasy.
Williams gets to his feet and Darby gets on his knees, Williams steps back a bit and charges at Lucas Darby, catch him with a knee to the face, sending him flat on to his back. Williams stands behind Darby and waits. As Darby gets on his knees, Williams charges and nails him with a dropkick to the back, sending him flat out on his face. Williams walks over and tags in Brooklyn Carter. Trish Newborn enters the ring on the other side as Drew Patton rolls Lucas Darby to his corner
Adams: Trish time! My fave time of the show!
As the two women enter the ring, they charge towards each other, but Trish jumps in the air and grabs Brooklyn's head, taking a handful of hair and slamming her face first in to the canvas. Trish smirks at Brooklyn and stomps on the back of her head, causing her forehead to bounce off the canvas. Trish lifts Brooklyn to her feet and slaps her across the face. Brooklyn looks enraged at the slap, but before she can do anything, Trish jumps up and nails Brookly in the side of the head with a step up enziguri, sending Brooklyn flying across the ring. Trish stands up and looks around the ring, and out to the booing fans and ignores them. She walks over to Brooklyn and lifts her leg up and stepping over in to a single leg crab. Trish sits back, holding the hold back further.
Simone: Brooklyn could tap here and now.
Trish sits back but Brooklyn starts to pull herself towards the ropes, reaching out and grabbing on to the bottom rope. Drew Patton calls for the break and Trish breaks, the self proclaimed Crazed Queen, screaming towards the ref.
Adams: Is Trish trying to out crazy Kittie?
Trish turns around and pulls Brooklyn to her feet, but the twenty two year old sweeps her off her feet, grabbing her legs and slingshotting her in to the corner. Trish's head bounces off the the turnbuckle, and she stumbles backwards. Brooklyn bends Trish forward and pulls her arm through her legs and lifts her up, dropping her with a pump handle slam. Brooklyn pulls herself to her feet and lifts Trish with her. Brooklyn hooks up Trish's head and lifts her up for a suplex, but drops her down with a brainbuster! Brooklyn goes for the cover but before Drew can start counting, Spencer quickly gets in the ring and pulls Brooklyn off from Trish. Brooklyn and Presley stand face to face yelling at each other but Brooklyn hits Presley hard in the face, Presley returns fire. The referee turns to Presley and pulls her out of the way as Kittie gets in the ring and lifts Trish to her feet. Kittie calls for Brooklyn and the two quickly grab Trish by the head and nail her with a double DDT, behind the referees back. Kittie slides out of the ring while Brooklyn covers. Kittie yells at the ref
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Trish kicks out!
Simone: The ref missed the double team
Brooklyn gets back to her feet and waits for Trish to get back up. As she does, Brooklyn charges at her, but Trish ducks and moves towards the other ropes. As Brooklyn charges back, Trish uses the ropes as a springboard, but Sean kicks the rope, forcing Trish to fall backwards.
Adams: Trish was looking for the Air Trish, but Williams stopped her and can't be DQ'ed cause he never touched her! Hate to admit this since Sean's become a bit of a douche, with his douchy hair, and douchy European look, but that was smart.
Simone: Oh boy, Lucas is pissed, he's hot when he's pissed, but he's pissed.
Outside the ring, Lucas Darby charges around the outside of the ring and pulls Sean from the ring apron and starts to slam heavy shots to his head, forcing him towards the ramp. The referee looks outside the ring, yelling at the brawling men, unaware of what's going on in the ring. Kittie waits on the apron as Trish gets up near her, Kittie slams her hard in the head, Trish stumbles backwards and Brooklyn pulls her down with a quick roll up. The referee turns around to see Trish's shoulders down 1... Presley Spencer tries to break it up, but Kittie intercepts her 3!
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Justin: The winners of the match.... Brooklyn Carter, Sean Williams and Kittie!
Simone: A huge win for Kittie, Brooklyn and Sean
Adams: So huge, you can barely fit it in to the building!
Simone: Lucas and Presley do not look happy at this one
Adams: I get the feeling Lucas and Presley may have a lot to say about this
Immediately after the Bombshell match took place the screen lights up once more to find Odette and Despayre running down the back hallways with Angel riding in the Monster Truck hot on their tails.
Odette: Who is controlling this thing?
Despayre: Angel is… isn’t it wonderful?
The two were starting to get out of breath as they continued running down the hallways. Knocking into people while running away from the out of control toy Odette and Despayre could be heard laughing.
Odette: Why is he chasing us?
Despayre: He isn’t chasing us… he is exploring
Racing around a corner Odette ran straight into Bianca, Despayre and Angel raced past the two Bombshells that now stood toe to toe. Bianca was instantly on the defensive swearing towards the young Aussie; scrunching her eyebrows together Odette licked her lips.
Odette: I’m sorry I don’t speak Spanish.
Running her hand through her hair Odette didn’t wait for Bianca to respond she just took off down the hall after the monster truck that was somehow being driven by Angel. The Camera panned back to Bianca’s face to see she was a little insulted, swearing off into the camera’s view the scene faded shortly afterwards.
"Goodtime" by Alan Jackson starts playing from the speakers and Wyatt Peterson bursts through the curtain onto the stage with a big Texas smile on his face. Wyatt points upwards and circles the air with his finger as he lets out a “YEEEEEEEHAW!!!” much to the delight of the crowd.
Simone: The crowd loves “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson!
Adams: He’s not scheduled to be out here. He’s probably coming out to gloat.
Simone: And why shouldn’t he? He’s been on quite a role since returning from injury, including a win at Into The Void that guaranteed him a match at the next Supercard.
Wyatt makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans as he makes his way towards the ring. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Wyatt hops onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and lets out another “YEEEHAW!” before grabbing a microphone.
Wyatt: Man, it sure does feel good tah be out here tonight. Ah feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. For those of ya who’ve been livin’ under a rock fer the last couple of weeks, lemme tell ya what’s been goin’ on.
Wyatt pauses for dramatic effect.
Wyatt: At Into The Void, me an’ the Surf Boys served up a good ol’ fashioned ass whoopin’ tah the guys that Tom picked tah beat us. Now, ah’m guaranteed a one on one match with Tom at the next Supercard.
The crowd bursts into cheers.
Simone: It’s going to be a match of the year candidate for sure.
Wyatt: As far as ah’ve been told, Tom hasn’t been seen since his team lost. It’s a good thing he ain’t here, ‘cuz if he were ah’d…
“Indestructible” by Disturbed starts to play throughout the arena. Tom Dudely walks out to the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos with a microphone in hand.
Adams: It looks like Wyatt was wrong about Tom not being here.
An evil smirk is on Tom’s face as he puts the microphone to his mouth.
Tom: You’d what? You’d do nothing because you know the kind of damage I could do to you.
Wyatt just smiles at Tom’s threats.
Tom: You don’t seem to have much to say now that you know I’m actually in the building.
Wyatt: Oh, ah’ve got plenty tah say. Ah’m just waitin’ fer ya tah finish makin’ an ass of yerself.
The crowd bursts into cheers.
Tom: SHUT UP!
This causes the crowd to cheer even louder. Tom puts his hands over his ears to try to block it out. Wyatt waits for the crowd to quiet down before continuing.
Wyatt: Ah’m actually glad yer here. Ah like bein’ able tah look into yer eyes an’ seein’ the fear in them.
Tom: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Fear? There’s no fear anywhere in me. I have no reason fear you at all. I know how much better than you I am.
Wyatt: But ya also know what ah’m capable of. No matter how confident ya are, you know that ah’m capable of ending yer career.
Tom smiles.
Tom: I’m bored listening to you. I’ll tell you what. I was just taking to Christian in the back and he said that the contract for our match is ready to go. Since this is the biggest match you’ll ever have in your career, I say that we sign it in the middle of that ring next week.
Wyatt: Ya want me tah sign a contract that ah’ve been dyin’ tah sign out here in front of a bunch of people that don’t like ya? Ah’ll see ya here.
The crowd bursts into cheers. Tom nods as he walks backstage. Wyatt’s music starts again as he climbs out of the ring and starts high fiving fans and signing autographs.
Simone: You heard It here. Next week on Climax Control will be the contract signing between Tom Dudely and his former protégé Wyatt Peterson.
Adams: We all know how those end up.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first! From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing 235 pounds ... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!
“Oh Canada” starts to play and Blaque Hart Bruce Evans struts to the ring as the crowd boos and jeers. He gets in and poses, egging the anger and scorn of the fans on even further.
Simone: That guy is perhaps one of the most hated and arrogant men that ever set foot in a Sin City Wrestling ring!
Adams: I guess he has the right to be. He hates America and has proven that he's a threat to any champion here in SCW.
Justin: His opponent is from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing 322 pounds ... 'Hangman' Chett Hawkins!
The plaintive cry of “The Man With the Harmonica” by Ennio Morricone fills the auditorium, as a 6’8” monster of a man walks through the curtains. Saving his speed for the ring, he stalks down the aisle to the ring, stepping over the top rope without once acknowledging the crowd.
Adams: Gotta wonder how the big man is going to handle his foray into the singles ranks.
Simone: Yes, he spent a good chunk of his career in the tag team divisions of several promotions. This is going to be a fresh start for this big man.
Drew Patton calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
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SINGLES MATCH
Blaque Hart moves in closer to begin the match, only to realize Hangman' clear size advantage. He circles him, then charges into Hangman with rights and lefts, followed by a dropkick to the knee. This makes Hangman's knee fold underneath him. Blaque Hart moves around, striking Hangman with various punches and kicks.
Adams: Well, it looks like Blaque Hart is working to overcome the size advantage of Chett Hawkins.
Hangman starts to get up, but Blaque Hart goes in for further punishment but Hangman fends him off with a sudden blow to the stomach, folding him over. Hawkins then gets to his feet and headbutts Bruce right between the eyes, knocking him to the mat with a heavy thud.
Simone: Hangman is going to use his size and power to his clear advantage! He's been scouting Bruce Evans and he knows just how much of a threat the man is, no matter if he's smaller or not.
Hangman stomps away furiously at Bruce, laying the hard boots to his sternum and stomach. He picks him up and tosses him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Blaque Hart ducks a clothesline, then comes off of the opposite side with a leaping lariat that brings Hawkins down to the canvas!
Adams: Tiiiimber!
Simone: Clear evidence that Blaque hart isn't going to let Hangman's size deter him!
Blaque Hart then lays in a few kicks for good measure to Hawkins, returning the favor dealt to him earlier. He then climbs onto the turnbuckle and gives a fan in the front row the 'finger' and as Hangman gets to his feet, Evans jumps and hits a picture perfect missile dropkick! Hangman hits the canvas and Bruce goes for the cover!
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2..... Hawkins heaves him off!
Adams: Wow! Now that was some power!
Simone: Hangman Chett Hawkins is not going to go down that easily!
Adams: If at all!
Hangman starts to get up and Bruce runs off of the ropes and hits him with a forearm smash, but Hangman stays where he is. Blaque Hart then runs off of the ropes a second time and goes for another blow but Hangman scoops him up and hits a bearhug slam into a cover!
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Hangman grabs hold of Evans by his long hair and slams three fists into his temple and throws him back to the mat where he lays his knee across the throat of Blaque Hart, blatantly choking him. Drew starts his count!
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Hangman grabs Bruce by the arm and pulls him up, only to knock him right back down with a short-arm clothesline that nearly decapitates him. Hangman then drags the limp form of Blaque Hart up and sets him into position for a vertical suplex but gets added momentum with the maneuver by slingshotting him off of the ropes and bringing him over with a resounding crash. Hangman with another cover!
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2..... Blaque Hart kicks out!
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2..... Evans gets the shoulder up.
Adams: Oo! Close one!
Hangman glares at Drew and stands up, pulling Blaque hart up along with him. he grabs Evans in a double underhook and lays in one ... two ... three headbutts to the back of him head. he lets go of his arms and Bruce falls to the mat and Hangman drops a leg across the back of his head. Hangman rolls him over and hooks the leg.
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3-No! Blaque Hart gets the shoulder up!
Simone: God! Hangman is really showing he wants this win!
Hangman grabs Drew by the shirt and demands that it was three but Patton holds up two fingers, indicating otherwise!
Simone: Hawkins better watch it. Mark and Christian do not tolerate anyone laying a hand to their referees.
Hangman grabs Evans and Irish whips him into the corner. he charges in and jumps for a corner splash but Blaque Hart dodges it and Hangman crashes hard!
Adams: Did he hit his head on the post??
Simone: At his height, he just may have!
Blaque Hart grabs Hawkins in a front facelock and perches up on the corner and launches himself into a Tornado DDT!
Adams: Oh he just planted him!
Blaque Hart covers Hangman, hooking the leg.
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3-No!
Simone: Foot on the ropes!
Adams: Not exactly a stretch given how long the guy's legs are.
Bruce grabs Chett and drags him into position with his head between his knees.
Adams: Is he going for the Blaque Out? On Hangman!?
Simone: I don't know how smart this is. he might not be able to get the big man up for it.
Evans attempts the maneuver but Hangman blocks it. He tries again but again Hangman blocks it. Then in a counter, Hawkins powers him off his feet and throws him over in a high back body drop! Blaque Hart lands on the small of his back.
Adams: I guess he can't!
Simone: I don't know how he intends to put Chett Hawkins away then.
Blaque hart stumbles to his feet and against the ropes. hangman charges at him and goes for a running big boot but at the last split second, Evans drops down and pulls the top rope down and Hangman goes over and hits the floor outside! Hangman is down and hurt on the concrete floor as Bruce keeps interrupting the count of the referee.
Simone: What is he thinking? He might actually manage a count out win here.
Hangman uses the barricade to pull himself to his feet and Evans runs off of the ropes and dives through the ropes, crashing into Hangman!
Adams: I guess that's what he was aiming for!
The crowd is standing, watching as Blaque hart gets to his feet, stunned by his own daring maneuver. He raises an arm and the crowd immediately starts booing him!
Simone: Neither of these guys are going to win any popularity contests with the crowd.
Evans grabs Hangman and goes to send him into the steps but Hawkins reverses it and Blaque hart crashes into them! Hangman looks pissed as he stomps over to the fallen Blaque Hart and grabs him, pulling him up and driving him onto the floor with a body slam! Hangman stomps down onto him and then climbs back into the ring and backs off as Drew starts his count.
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Evans starts to climb onto the apron but Hangman rushes up and drives a knee into him, knocking him back to the floor!
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Simone: Oh Hawkins is just toying with Bruce Evans right now.
Drew orders Hangman back and the referee turns around and starts his count again.
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Blaque hart pulls himself up and Hawkins walks over and reaches over the ropes, grabbing his opponent by the hair. he drags Evans up onto the apron and reaches over, scooping him up in body slam position and goes to drive him down into the ring, but Blaque Hart grabs his leg on the way down and turns it into a roll up pin from out of nowhere!
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Adams: He got him!
The bell rings and Evans rolls out of the ring before Hangman can get to him! Hangman looks shocked and pissed as Drew rolls from the ring and starts to raise his arm but Blaque Hart pulls away from the 'American' and raises his own arms high with a smug smile on his face while the crowd boos!
Justin: The winner of the match ... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!
The fans boo as Evans backs up along the aisle while Hangman stares at him and makes threats!
Simone: I was wondering just how Evans planned to put a man the size of Hangman Chett Hawkins away and it all came down to a matter of Hawkins getting a little too over confident. He thought he had Bruce Evans right where he wanted him and Blaque Hart turned it around against him for the win.
Static can be heard from the monitors and then we see a strange graphic. There is a picture of Aleksei Koji passed out on the hood of his RV. On top of this picture are the words "You might be experiencing some techinical difficulty" We then see an even stranger image. Aleksei Koji is in his camper living room holding a very burned top hat. With him is Jamie Staggs, pacing behind him with a very focused look on his face.
Aleksei: Do not adjust your TV sets. This is not a mistake, you have not entered some strange bizzaro world. In fact you are not even watching live television. At this moment Jamie and I are most likely passed out somewhere or in the hospital. The reason for this is that we are about to enter the King of the Deathmatch tournament. We figured a promo from the ER would be kind of lame...so this is what you get.
Jamie: Sup my SCW dorks? That’s right… Three party boys who are about to go through hell and back to prove that we know how to party, and we know how to fight! Romani and Irish blood proves just that.
Aleksei looks down at his hat and smiles. Jamie’s clothes are half charred and he stands there as proud as a man in a fancy suit.
Aleksei: I will keep this short and sweet. For those of you that go on roadtrips, you know that crazy stuff often happens. Well Jamie and I just had a heck of road trip. We nearly got arrested a dozen times, we did get arrested in fact and also Jamie set me on fire. During all this chaos Mr. Staggs here had a brillant idea....he saw how big the Party Horde was getting. He was inspired by how crazy and foolish we all are. He didn't want the party to end.
So I am happy to announce that this little movement that started with a drunken Romanian, a russian guy with way to many gold chains and a dozen crazy fanboys is about to get a whole lot bigger. Jamie is joining the Party Horde. So is his buddy DiLuca. Heck by the time you watch this who knows who else has joined our little group. Because this is not just about the fans anymore. The Horde is becoming a brotherhood of warriors...that party hard and know how to bring brutal action to the ring. Hell by the time you watch this a member of our merry Horde might even be a King.
Jamie: Come join the party, folks! We travel in style. It’s always a party. Not to mention, we are a real brotherhood. We are ready to take the NWA by storm, so join the Party Horde Movement!
Aleksei: So I ask you all....if you like to drink to much, fight too much and need someone to help bail you out of jail...join us. If you need backup and epic brutality is the only way you know how to battle...than join us. If you are a travler or have the spirit of one....well fucking join us! Monday morning this group of misfits is heading back west. We will see you in California and the SCW will never be the same.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring first, from Staten Island, New York, standing at 5 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is… BIANCA SOLDERINI!!!
"Bleeding Mascara" by Atreyu rings through the arena. Bianca enters on the stage with a slow methodical walk. She is not in any hurry. Her steps guided in a stalking way with the sway of her hips. Her hand resting on her hip as the other sways at the side. She stops at the top of the stage and looks left, then right, uses her free hand to run it through her long black locks. She makes her way down the rampway, completely ignoring the out-stretched hands that are just hoping to get anything. She even stops and looks at a fan as he tries to get her attention, looks him up and down with a look of disgust, flips her hair at him and walks up the steps to the ring. Holding onto the middle rope, she leans her head back with eyes closed, and slides down into a forward split. Rolling her head to the side then forward (lita-esque) to move her hair out of the way, she leans so far forward that her upper body is flush with her forward leg. Grabbing behind the knee she rolls under the bottom rope and comes upright still in a split on the other side. She turns toward the inside of the canvas and kicks her back leg around quickly to use that momentum to spin in a half circle - facing the ropes on her knees. She gets up quickly and jumps onto the ropes, to do a backflip from the middle rope, landing with arms up and fists closed. The lights die.
Justin Decent: And her opponent, hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is… VIXEN!!!
The throbbing beat of Light it up by Rev Theory is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.
DING! DING! DING!
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BOMBSHELL MATCH
As soon as the bell rings, Bianca makes a mad dash across the ring, catching Vixen off guard. She clubs her against the back, knocking her into the ropes. She shouts down at her as she stomps her down to the mat. Bianca slaps her across the back of the head before sauntering around the ring in delight. She jumps over Vixen and jumps off of the bottom rope with a Moonsault attempt. Vixen rolls out of the way, and Bianca lands on her feet. As Vixen gets up, she is met with a spinning heel kick that sends her spinning before falling back down to the mat.
Adams: Bianca Solderini is coming out of the gate on fire in this match up.
Simone: You know the bosses have got to be watching this one. Both ladies have a lot to prove here tonight.
Bianca grabs onto Vixen’s arm and wraps her legs around, stretching it out with an arm wrench that causes the fox to shout out in pain. Bianca shouts out in Italian, encouraging her to give up, but Vixen quickly grabs onto the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and Bianca obliges. She releases the hold, but as soon as Vixen lets go of the bottom rope, Bianca drags her over a few feet and re-applies the hold. Vixen reaches over, attempting to grab hold of Bianca. The crowd starts a Vixen chant, rallying behind the fan favorite. Bianca laughs as she watches Vixen writhe in pain. Vixen finally reaches with her other arm, landing a few punches to Bianca’s stomach, but the hot blooded Italian refuses to give up the hold. Vixen works her way up to a half kneeling position. Bianca is losing her grip as Vixen shoulders her in the stomach and then escapes the hold. She hits a hip toss on Bianca and the crowd cheers.
Adams: Vixen is coming back with a vengeance now, Belinda. She worked her way out of that solid hold
Simone: She has got some major potential, Jason, and it is moves like that where we really get to see it shine through.
Vixen catches Bianca with a shining wizard. Vixen leans down to pick Bianca up off of the mat, but Bianca claws at her eyes. As Vixen stumbles backward, Bianca gets up, holding her ribs. She kicks Vixen in the gut, and then takes her down with a snap suplex. She dusts off her hands and then sends the crowd into a roar of boos. She picks Vixen up and flips her over with a snapmare, pressing her knee into Vixen’s back, pulling her arms back. As Vixen screams in pain, Bianca taunts her. She pushes Vixen face first into the mat, and then she leans over the ropes to taunt a fan up front who is shouting at her. She flicks her fingers from under her chin at them. She points to her face, and then nods her head, but Vixen comes up from behind and grabs her arms, falling back with a modified rolling backbreaker, much to the fan’s liking. She rolls Bianca off of her and drops down for the cover.
1!
2!
Simone: A very close call after a very unique maneuver by Vixen.
Adams: Indeed. These two are so evenly matched, this match could still go either way here.
Bianca kicks out, and the crowd calls out in disappointment. Vixen takes a few steps back. As Bianca gets up, Vixen lands a roundhouse kick that sends her back down to the mat hard. Vixen hits a legdrop and then she runs over to the corner. She dashes up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault that causes the audience to react in awe and surprise. Their reaction is deafening until Bianca rolls out of the way just in time. Both woman lay out on the mat as the referee leans down to check on them. He readies himself for the count until Bianca sits up. She pulls herself up against the ropes. She rests there for a moment before leaning off of them and dashing over to Vixen. She comes crashing down with an elbow drop that misses it’s mark. Vixen slowly stands up and leans against the ropes, but Bianca charges at her with a clothesline that sends Vixen spinning. As Bianca turns around in celebration, Vixen is still hanging onto the ropes. She spins herself back inside of the ring and does a handspring toward Bianca. As Bianca turns around, Vixen smashes into her with a back elbow. As Bianca reels, holding her face, Vixen spins back with a crescent kick that lays her out.
Adams: Vixen never ceases to amaze me, Belinda. She is just seconds away from putting this match to rest.
Simone: That is what we thought with Misty when Vixen challenged for the Bombshell Championship at Into the Void. We will see…
Vixen rushes over to the corner and slowly climbs up to the top rope and she looks out into the audience. She nods her head as she takes in their calls of approval. She perches herself carefully before slowly standing up. She looks down to Bianca as she stirs on the mat. She comes flying off with a frog splash that sends the audience to their feet, until Bianca puts her knees up at the very last second. Both ladies sit there on their backs, Vixen is holding her stomach. Bianca quickly rolls over, hooking Vixen’s leg for the count.
1!
2!
Vixen shoots her leg up just before the three and the audience goes wild. Bianca slams the mat in frustration before picking Vixen up off of the mat. She goes to fling her across the ring, but Vixen counters the Irish Whip. She goes for a clothesline in the rebounding Bianca, but she ducks and bounces off of the other ropes. The crowd can’t help but watch on in astonishment as Bianca hits the continuous Hurricanrana. As much as they want to boo, they gasp as they are awestruck. Upon landing the move, Bianca jumps back up and slowly walks around the ring with a smug look on her face. This gets the audience back to booing as she smiles. She comes back over to Vixen and drops down with a knee to her head.
Simone: And Bianca is back in control of this match.
Adams: It could still go either way. Vixen has got the audience on her side and that can make a huge difference.
Bianca goes for another knee, but Vixen trips her up before she can even jump up. Vixen quickly mounts Bianca and begins wailing away with punch after punch. The fire in Vixen’s eyes shines through with her determination. She finally gets off of Bianca, but she pulls her to her feet. She quickly hits a rolling neckbreaker on Bianca and then waits as the feisty Italian gets up to her feet. Vixen goes for a yakuza kick, only to have Bianca stop her. She grabs onto Vixen’s leg and plants an elbow to her knee. She trips Vixen up and prepares for some sort of submission lock when Vixen wraps both legs around Bianca’s neck. As Bianca lowers down more, Vixen surprises her with the Whirlybird Headscissors.
Adams: That move never ceases to amaze me with her...Each and every time, it is executed with perfection.
Simone: Kiss ass.
Vixen looks down at Bianca who is struggling to gain distance between the two. Vixen grabs a hold of Bianca’s legs as she struggles as hard as she can. Vixen lays in a few good stomps before locking on a figure four leg lock. Bianca yells out in pain, doing her best to endure it. She looks over to see the ropes are too far away to reach, and she can’t pull out of the tight lock. Vixen wrenches the leg tightly, in the center of the ring as Bianca inches just a bit closer to the ropes. The referee asks her if she gives up and she furiously shakes her head “no” while shouting at him in her native tongue. Bianca gets closer and closer to the ropes, but Vixen just breaks the hold herself. She dashes to the other side of the ring as Bianca slowly brings herself up to a standing position. She rests on the ropes as Vixen goes outside to the apron. She poses for the fans as Bianca slowly turns around. As she does, Vixen jumps onto the top rope and leaps off, a la West Coast Pop, and hooks the legs in the center of the ring.
1!
2!
Simone: That one was milliseconds away from being over!
Adams: Bianca has somehow found the strength to get up and keep on fighting.
Bianca barely kicks out and the audience boos. Bianca shakes the cobwebs out as Vixen backs up and stalks Bianca. She measures her up, but Bianca surprises her with an eye rake. As Vixen stumbles back, Bianca lands punch after punch to her foe, and then she tosses her against the ropes. She lifts Vixen up and prepares to drop her, but Vixen nails a hurricanrana that cancels it out. She rolls over, locking Bianca in with the Foxy Dreams. Bianca fights it all she can as the referee drops down to check on her. She shakes her head “no” once more as her face shows that she is in a world of pain. The referee checks with her again, and she gives the same answer as she tries to find a way to escape. However, just before his third check, Bianca taps the mat. The referee gets to his feet and calls for the bell.
Justin Decent: Your winner, via submission… VIXEN!!!
The camera switches backstage. Rage is seen finishing getting ready for his big match against Nick Jones tonight. He's got his ring attire on, and is now lacing up his boots when there is a knock on the door.
"Are you ready in there?!"
Rage stops lacing up his boots for just a moment, not recognizing the voice.
Rage: Who the hell is that??...I'm almost done, so relax asshole!
"Swear jar!"
Rage scratches his head for a second. That is something he is used to hearing comig from Despayre, but the voice isn't his...at least it doesn't sound like him.
Rage: Despy? What the f...What's wrong with your voice?!
"I'm fine! But how are you? Are you ready to take on Nick Jones again?"
Rage: Uhh...I've been ready, kid. I've only been waiting two months to get a second chance at Nick. Wait...what are you doing by yourself out there anyway? Where the hell are the others?
Rage only grows more confused as he hears quirt laughter coming from the other side of the door. He stands up and throws his things into his duffel bag.
"I don't need a babysitter! I can take care of myself. Besides, I wanted to talk to you. Everyone else got their shot, but I feel so left out!"
Rage shakes his head as he stands in front of the mirror. He looks at himself and leans on his hands against the sink.
Rage: **deep breath** Relax, Rage...You can do this, man.
"Are you...nervous?!"
Rage growls and grits his teeth.
Rage: Would you just give me a minute, Despy?! Talking to you through the door is kinda creeping me out.
"Don't be nervous, big fella! Didn't you learn anything from the others these past couple weeks?!"
Rage: *blinks* Did he just say "fella"?...Damn it, I'm not nervous! I'm trying to focus!
"Good because do you really want to be the only Sin still without a title after tonight? Think about what it'll do to you!"
Rage balls up his fists, but stops himself short of shattering the mirror. Seven years bad luck, remember?
Rage: What the hell, Despy?! Are you trying to piss me off?!
"Maybe...I mean, the others got you to embrace their qualities, so I thought it important that you stay true to who you are. What better way than to let your jealousy fuel that crazed anger of yours."
Rage has finally had it. He spins around and opens the door, expecting to see Despayre standing in front of him, but he doesn't. Rage looks around, confused.
Rage: Despy? Where the hell did you go?!
Just then, the door to the locker room opens, and who should walk in? That's right! Despayre, along with Synn, Shane and Gabriel. Rage looks at Despayre, and scratches his forhead.
Rage: Despy, how the hell did you get out of the room so fast?
Despayre: Huh?
Rage: Weren't you just in here?
Despy looks to Gabriel and then to Synn, confused.
Gabriel: What are you talking about? He's been with us the whole time.
Despayre then runs toward Rage excitedly...or, at least it appears to be Rage.
Rage: Then who was I just talking to??
Despayre: Angel!! There you are!! I told you not to wander off like that!
Gabriel, Shane and Synn all look at Rage as he looks down in front of him. You guessed it people! Angel is seated on a folding chair directly in front of the door. Despayre runs up to the chair, grabbing his companion enthusiastically, as he looks at Rage with a smile. Gabriel, Shane and Synn all raise their eyebrows as they stare at Rage in shock.
Rage: What? I was talking to myself! Just trying to amp myself up for my big match is all...I wasn't talking to the bear!
Rage glances at Angel quickly, and darts his eyes away just as fast, as Gabriel, Shane and Synn all laugh, knowing very well Rage wasn't talking to himself.
The scene opens up backstage in the office of SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, who is seated behind his desk working away. A moment later, there is a knock on the door, immediately followed by it opening up and in walks Mark's old friend, Jordan "PS" Williams. Mark looks up from his desk and sees Jordan and smiles at him, although Jordan looks to be in a much more serious mood.
HS: Hey baldie, what can I do for you?
Jordan: I want to kick your little buddy's ass.
HS: I take it you're not referring to yourself.
Mark gives a subtle laugh at his own joke, while Jordan doesn't even acknowledge it.
Jordan: Nick may have pulled the victory out of his ass this time, but I'm telling you right now, all I need is another chance and I promise you the results won't be the same.
HS: Listen mate, I hear what you're saying, but it's a little more complicated than that. You're far from the only one out there who wants a shot at Nick, that much should be clear to you from Kain's appearance after your match a couple of weeks ago. Besides, who even knows if Nick will still be the champ by the time the night is done.
Jordan: Do you really think that's all I want? I can promise you, I'll be the SCW Champion sooner or later, whether I'm taking that belt from Nick, Rage, or anyone else. But that's not my number one concern right now. All I want more than anything, is another shot at Nick.
HS: Well that's quite the statement, but who knows what Nick will have to say about that. It could be...
Mark suddenly stops in mid-sentence as he leans to the side, looking past Jordan. Jordan then turns around to see what Mark is looking at, only to see Nick Jones, with his SCW title around his waist, standing right behind him.
Jordan: Timing is everything, huh? Let me guess, you're here to start going down your normal list of excuses you give every time someone around here wants another shot at you? More stories trying to avoid facing someone you don't want to step into that ring with?
Nick: You know Jordan, I would think after our time in the ring together, you'd have a bit more respect for me than that. I know I see you differently now than I did a few weeks ago. That was a hell of a match we had out there, everyone knows that, and I have little doubt there's a whole lot of people who would like to see it one more time.
Jordan seems to be taken back by Nick's comments, and seems slightly suspicious of them. Even Mark seems to be caught a bit off guard by the response.
Jordan: So you're telling me that you are ready for the two of us to step into that ring one more time? Forget the ridiculous ring enforcer or special referee crap, just a chance to prove who's really better.
Nick: Maybe so, but I've got some other things I need to take care of first. So why don't you sit back, relax, and watch the show, I've got a championship reign to continue by going and taking down Rage for the second time. Once that's taken care of, we can continue this conversation later, and sort some things out.
Jordan: Well whether you win or lose isn't going to change what I'm looking for.
Nick: Glad to hear it, although I really wouldn't be worried about me losing. You know first hand by now, even when I have the toughest of challenges...
Nick slaps Jordan on the back as he says that.
Nick: I still always manage to come out on top. You're a hell of a talent Jordan, but I'm just a bit better.
Jordan: We'll see about that soon enough.
Nick: It's sure sounding that way, isn't it? Now if you both will excuse me, I have a title to retain.
Nick turns and walks out of Mark's office as Jordan watches him leave, before then turning and looking to Mark with a bit of shock on his face. Mark looks back at him in complete silence before simply giving a shrug in response before the scene cuts away.
The camera returns to the ring where the head official, Jasmine St. John, stands alongside the ring announcer, Justin Decent.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is your main event of Climax Control! And it is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!
The announcement immediately stirs the already excited crowd to their feet as the music of the first of the competitor's to be announced starts to drum out on the speakers.
The whole arena goes completely black. A few seconds later, Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven starts to play. A few seconds into the music Rage appears from behind backstage and stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds before he starts walking to the ring. The crowd cheers him on, as he heads to the ring with a very focused, yet evil look on his face, showing ill intentions towards his opponent.
Adams: Oh man, this is it for Rage. We've all seen how he's been acting the past couple of weeks. He's the only member of the seven Deadly Sins to not have a championship to call his own.
Simone: Well he had an opportunity at this very championship at London Brawling on April 29. Rage has proven to be a threat to Nick Jones, which is why he has been given this second chance. He had better make the most of it because if Nick retains, it might be quite a while before we see Rage in a Heavyweight title match again.
"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. He then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. Diana rubs Nick's chest as he looks at his muscles, looking rather impressed with himself as the smirk on his face grows. Nick then gets up and takes Diana's arm and turns and looks back at the ramp and waits as Nick's "muscle", Big B and Slick Tony make their way out. The two men flank Nick and Diana as they make their way down the rampway. They all head down the rampway, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans on his way down to the ring, flipping off a few people here and there. Nick then walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, as he watches her from behind, before he quickly walks up them and then walks across the apron, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring. Nick steps one leg into the ring and then takes a seat onto the middle rope for a moment, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there for a moment, just looking around the arena. He looks at all the people sitting around and just gets a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring. He swings his other leg into the ring and then walks over to his corner, where Diana sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back as Diana rubs his shoulders, as Nick stands there and waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.
Simone: This man has been one of the single most dominant champions in professional wrestling. He won the title back in January of this year, and so far nobody has been able to stop him.
Adams: Plus he's unbeaten in singles competition.
Simone: That's right. Nick there has yet to have his shoulders pinned to the mat by any man here in SCW in one on one competition.
The excitement is building and Justin goes to make the official introductions.
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! From Parts Unknown, weighing 300 pounds ... Rage!
The crowd cheers as Rage just stands in his corner and stares daggers in Nick's direction.
Justin: His opponent is accompanied to the ring by the Entourage! From Los Angeles, California, weighing 251 pounds, he is the current reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion ... Nick Jones!
Nick steps out of his corner and raises his SCW belt high up with one hand while Diana, Big B and Tony applaud. Jasmine walks over and Nick hands her the title belt which she holds up for everyone to see, and the crowd applauds.
Simone: I never get tired of the excitement of a championship match here in SCW!
Adams: I never got tired of being in them when I still wrestled!
Justin steps outside of the ring and Jasmine passes the championship gold out to him. Nick confers with his team and holds the ropes open for Diana to climb out while Big B and Tony climb through the ropes on their own. They drop to the floor and once satisfied, Jasmine calls for the bell.
Adams: And heeeeere we go!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
VS 
SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
The bell sounds and Nick and Rage slowly step towards one another in the center of the ring. The two men both stare at one another until Rage steps closer and shoves Nick back a step with one hand. Nick, not one to ignore a gauntlet, steps back up and returns the favor, shoving Rage back a few steps with both hands against his chest. Rage turns to look out at the crowd and suddenly swings around and lays Nick out with a clothesline!
Adams: Oh it is on!
Rage immediately drags Nick to his feet, wasting no time and he Irish whips Jones into the ropes and swings for a second clothesline, but Nick avoids the blow, ducking under it. He comes running off the far side and jumps, striking the challenger down with a Shining wizard!
Simone: Oh he caught Rage flush in the face with that blow from out of nowhere.
Rage is stunned and gets to his hands and knees where Nick lays in three clubbing firearm blows to the back of his head. Rage forces himself to his feet and Nick runs off of the ropes and collides with Rage in a shoulder block -- but neither man moves. Nick opts to try again and he comes off the ropes with another shoulder block but again Rage remains standing. Rage glares at the champion and slaps his shoulder, asking for another and the crowd applauds. Nick nods and takes off into the ropes but this time when he comes off, he hits not a shoulder block but a spinning wheel kick that staggers the big man! Rage holds his chest and turns around and Nick follows up with an Enzugari kick to the back of his head and Rage goes down! Nick hurriedly rolls him over onto his back and covers him, hooking the leg.
1.....
2..... Rage kicks out!
Simone: Oh, no. Rage is *not* going to let this chance pass by so quickly.
Before Rage can get up, Nick locks him in a seated abdominal stretch, keeping him on the mat where his power can't be utilized. Nick strains him backwards, then out of nowhere, rolls backwards and over, bringing Rage's shoulders down to the mat again.
1..... Rage powers out almost immediately.
Nick goes to move in but Rage is quickly back up and they engage in a stare down.
Adams: Feel the tension! Feel the burn!
Nick slowly extends his hand...
Simone: Is he actually offering Rage a handshake? Nick Jones!?
Adams: What's more uncanny, is Rage actually considering it?
Nick nods and crosses his heart, and Rage frowns, but extends his hand as well. The two clasp hands when Rage suddenly pulls him forward and buries a knee into Nick's stomach, doubling him over.
Simone: Ahh, I was expecting that from Nick...!
Adams: Well, Rage isn't exactly known for being a nice guy in that ring either.
Rage just starts laying in the forearms against Nick's back, driving him forcibly to his knees. Rage hauls him to his feet and throws him into the ropes and when Nick comes off, Rage scoops him up high into the air in a military press! Rage holds him there above his head in a display of power and then just drops him! Nick crashes hard to the mat face-first!
Adams: Case in point!
Nick's face is a mask of grimacing pain and he starts to force himself up but Rage comes off the ropes and collides with him in a running knee strike, sending him reeling! Rage grabs him and throws him to his back and makes the cover.
1.....
2..... Nick kicks out.
Simone: I think it's obvious that the challenger is through playing.
Rage pulls the champion up and Irish whips him into the far corner and barrels right into him with a running lariat. Nick starts to sink downward but Rage won't allow it. Rage sends him off into the neutral corner and comes in again, but this time collides his back against Nick's body in an avalanche splash! Nick stumbles from the corner and Rage grabs him by the throat with both hands and lifts him into the air! Jasmine is right there, ordering Rage to release Nick and she starts her count!
1...
2...
3... and Rage obliges, just dropping Nick to the mat.
Adams: Well, she didn't say *how* to break it.
Rage grabs Nick by the hair and hauls him up, then scoops him up and slams him right back down. Rage runs back into the ropes and comes off with a leg drop right across the champion's throat. Rage leans back and covers him.
1.....
2..... Nick gets the shoulder up.
Adams: Man! Rage is all over Nick!
Simone: Yes but that's twice now he's covered Nick without hooking a leg. Nick Jones is not going to be pinned that easily.
Rage pulls Nick up and wraps an arm around his face from behind in a rear chinlock, working him over.
Adams: A wrestling hold from Rage? Who knew?
Jasmine leans in to ask Nick if he submits but Nick shakes his head, silently refusing. Rage has him held tightly and wrenches the hold in. Nick grabs the arm and forces himself to his knees, and slowly gets up before he just drops down and pivots, swinging Rage over with a surprise arm drag.
Simone: Oh that was swift!
Nick, still groggy from the beating, darts into the ropes and Rage swings wildly but Jones ducks behind him and rolls him up in a reverse cradle.
1.....
2..... Rage powers him off.
Simone: Oh that was close! Rage has to be ready for anything against an athlete the caliber of Nick Jones.
Both men are up and before Nick can take the initiative, Rage headbutts him right between the eyes, knocking him to his back.
Simone: I'm more than a little surprised that the Entourage hasn't tried to get involved yet.
Adams: I'm a little surprised we haven't seen Nick try any of his usual dirty tricks.
Rage sends Nick into the ropes and clobbers him with a big boot! Rage is down for the cover!
1.....
Rage stares at Jasmine momentarily and shouts at her but the official holds up only two fingers.
2..... Nick kicks out!
Simone: I think Rage is getting a little frustrated here. He's getting temperamental.
Adams: Well DUH!
Rage grabs Nick and sends him into the near corner, then charges in for another big boot but Nick ducks and Rage's leg connects to the top of the corner!
Simone: Oh that could be the crucial mistake right there that Nick has been waiting for!
Rage roars in pain and Nick grabs his hung leg and hits a Dragon Screw Leg whip with nowhere for Rage to go! Jasmine backs the champion off and Rage slowly pulls his leg free and Nick comes right back in and grabs his hurt leg and hits a second Dragon Screw, taking him to the mat and hyper extending the limb.
Adams: And now we're going to see Nick Jones at his best! Kicking a man when he's down!
Nick grabs Rage by the hurt leg and he drops three straight elbows down into his knee before trapping him in a leg scissors. Nick drives three elbows straight down into the knee while retaining the hold. Jasmine asks Rage if he wants to submit and Rage bellows at her...
"FUCK OFF!"
Adams: I guess that's a no.
Rage sits up and grabs Nick around the head from behind but before the challenger can attempt anything, Nick swings an elbow back into Rage's skull, forcing the release. Nick then rolls out and stands up, holding onto the hurt leg. Nick then jumps up and hits a guillotine legdrop on the damaged knee. Nick grabs the leg again and this time turns Rage over into a Texas cloverleaf submission hold.
Simone: And this is exactly why Nick Jones is our Heavyweight champion! Rage has his at a big size and strength disadvantage but Nick is doing what he has to do to neutralize that fact.
Jasmine is down checking on Rage but the Sin of Wrath will not yield the match or the championship opportunity. He shakes his head 'no' and then powers himself up onto his forearms to alleviate the pressure. he starts to drag himself closer toward the ropes and starts to reach when Nick releases the Cloverleaf and instead turns it into an STF, locking Rage in even tighter.
Simone: Oh a nice display of chain wrestling!
Realizing Rage is not going to submit, Nick lets go of the STF and stands up, pulling Rage up along with him. Nick goes to send him into the far corner but Rage counters with a reversal and sends him in instead. Rage then charges in like a bull but Nick moves and Rage crashes hard! Nick grabs Rage and brings him up and over with a double arm suplex and bridge!
1.....
2..... Rage kicks out!
Adams: Oh Nick almost had it there. He almost retained.
Nick is right on his leg again and this time attempts to turn him over into a one-leg Boston crab, but Rage plants a foot right into Nick's backside and heaves him off and through the ropes! Nick hits the floor and the crowd rallies behind the challenger! Diana climbs up onto the ring apron and Jasmine is distracted. Big B and Tony help Nick to his feet but he pulls away, upset.
Adams: What, he didn't *want* B and Tony's help? Seriously?
Rage reaches out and grabs Nick by the hair and Tony swings a fist right into Rage's head, knocking the big man back! Nick pulls away from B and gets in Tony's face, arguing with him about the interference!
Simone: What the hell is going on with the champion!? This is not the Nick Jones we know!
Tony tries defending his actions as B looks bewildered. Nick shoves Tony back and suddenly Rage grabs Nick and B by the hair and slams their heads together in a meeting of the minds!
Adams: All right!
B stumbles back and Rage grabs two handfuls of Nick's hair and drags him up onto the ring apron the hard way. Rage then sets him up to suplex him over into the ring but B trips Rage and Nick comes down on top of the challenger! B holds onto his foot as Jasmine sees the cover and leaves Diana.
1.....
2..... Nick slowly gets up off of Rage.
Simone: What the hell...!?
Nick stands there and stares out of the ring at B who quickly stands up, holding his arms out and shrugging. Tony looks from B to Nick and he doesn't know what Nick is thinking either!
Simone: What the hell is going on!?
Adams: Nick had Rage right there with B's help but he didn't take it!
Simone: He refused to take it! That's the point!
The crowd immediately starts cheering...!
Adams: Uh oh! Look who's coming!
Synn, Gabriel and Despayre are making their way down to the ringside area!
Simone: They have seen enough! Synn tried to let Rage keep this one to himself but the Entourage are proving it impossible!
Despayre runs up to his unlikely friend, Big B, and slaps him on the arm.
"Tag! You're it!"
And the smaller man turns and runs back up the aisle. B stares after him and then he gives chase!
Simone: I do *not* believe even Big B fell for that one!
Gabriel sprints around the corner of the ring where Tony meets him and the two engage in an immediate brawl, fists swinging and the crowd is loving it! Synn comes around the other side of the ring and grabs Tony away from Gabriel and he lands a solid shot to Tony's head, sending him staggering around to where Gabriel strikes with his own fist! Jasmine leans through the ropes and is shouting at the men, trying to get them to break it up when Nick comes up from behind Rage and grabs him in a sleeper hold!
Adams: Oh that was the opportunity Nick was waiting for!
Rage struggles but Nick has the leverage and sinks the hold in tightly! He holds on as Rage starts to struggle and fade, when the challenger decides finally just to use his legs to propel them both back into the corner and he crushes Jones under his 300 plus pounds! Nick sinks slowly against the corner as Rage collapses to his knees, weakened by the sleeper. He is close to the ropes and Diana herself throws the straps of her purse around Rage's head from behind and she starts viciously choking him when the cheers increase!
Simone: Diana better watch out for what's coming!
Kittie arrives from the back and she darts around the ring and she pries Diana away from Rage! An infuriated Diana starts swinging and...
Adams: Catfight! Catfight!
Simone: Oh Diana does *not* want to exchange blows with that nut case!
Kittie grabs two handfuls of Diana's hair and throws her head against the apron! Diana, holding her head, tries to get away when Kittie grabs her by the back of her blouse to prevent the get away! Diana struggles and screams when Kittie proceeds to tear the shirt right off the back of Nick's girlfriend! The crowd is going wild as Diana shrieks in dismay as the shirt is shredded right off of her, leaving her in just her lace bra! Diana takes off like a shot and climbs over the barrier and Kittie is right after her!
"SCW!"
Rage is back up and he drives a boot into Nick's stomach. he then goes to send Nick into the corner but Nick reverses it and sends the challenger in instead! Nick then gets a running start and goes for a Stinger splash but Rage catches him!
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Adams: Oh that's not good!
Rage powers Nick up over his shoulder and lowers him in position and dumps him right on his head!
Simone: Tombstone!
Nick goes down and Rage makes the cover!
Adams: Does he have it!?
Jasmine sees the pin and she climbs back in the ring!
1.....
2.....
Tony fights away from Synn and Gabriel and tries to slide into the ring...
3!
The crowd immediately explodes in a riot of cheers!
Adams: oh my God! He did it! Rage did it!
Tony stares in shock, still on the mat, as Rage slowly stands up, unsure until Jasmine takes the SCW Heavyweight title from Justin and hands it over before raising his arm into the air!
Justin: The winner of the match, and NEW Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion ... Rage!!!
The crowd cheers as Synn and Gabriel are in the ring! All smiles, Gabriel claps him on the back as Synn takes Rage's arm and raises it again! Kittie forgoes her pursuit of Diana and returns to the ring where she joins in the celebration, as Despayre runs back out toward the ring, chasing Big B...
Adams: I guess Despy is it now?
B skids to a halt, seeing what's transpired, and Tony confronts him and the pair starts to argue until they opt to pull Nick from the ring while Despayre climbs in and excitedly hugs the new SCW Champion!
Simone: It's unbelievable but it's happened! Rage has done what many have wondered if it was possible! He has dethroned Nick Jones and ended his undefeated streak!
Synn takes the SCW belt and proceeds to strap it on around Rage's waist while Nick Jones looks on in shocked disbelief, shaking his head as B and Tony lead him away from the ring. Once the belt is secure, Gabriel and Kittie grab Rage's hands and raise them in the air while Synn applauds and Despayre bounces around in excitement!
Simone: That man, right there -- Rage -- is the new Heavyweight Champion!
Adams: Rage has finally pulled that belt away from Nick Jones
Simone: What an ending, that's all we have time for tonight, we'll see you next week on Climax Control!
THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Mete, Matthew Kennedy, Tom, Maggie, Goth, Odette and Craig. Also thanks to Lucas Darby for the match images and to all our SCW roleplayers, you guys rock!