The Glacier Gardens, in San Diego, 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!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

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

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to The Glacier Gardens in San Diego, 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 music plays and Amanda steps through the shimmering silver curtains, adorned in a matching white gown with silver trim. Amanda forgoes her traditional comedic songs with something entirely different as she begins the performance...

Amanda: Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you.....

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies....

Oh, I've been to Niece and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

(spoken) Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight
That's truth, that's love......

(singing again) Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady......
I've been to paradise, (I've been to paradise)
But I've never been to me

I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run
I've been to paradise, never been to me
I've been to Neice and the isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've been to paradise, never been to me
I've been to cryin' for unborn children that might have made me complete
I've been to paradise, never been to me
I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run
I've been to paradise, never been to me

The crowd applauds as Amanda does a ladylike curtsy to each corner of the stage before stepping back behind the curtains.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: I'm Jason Adams and I like boobies

Simone: Thanks for that Jason, we got a great show lined up tonight.

Adams: You're welcome and yes we do. First up, Triple threat between Bobby Cage, Adam Smith and James Huntington-Hawkes III

Simone: He's a brat

Adams: Cage is not a brat

Simone: Talking about Hawkes!

Adams: Ooooooooh

Simone: Next up we have the first of three bombshell title defenses on this bombshell centric show.

Adams: She's right you know as Kittie defends the Bombshell Roulette title against Karina Koji. I like Karina but she's a little loopy

Simone: That's putting it lightly. Back to the men as Aleksei Koji teams with Lucian Frost to take on Prime Time Matthew Kennedy and Wrestling's Bad Boy, Matt Barnes

Adams: Koji and Frost have the potential to be one hell of a team

Simone: Speaking of of hell of a team, Dirty Country defend the Bombshell tag team titles against The Fallen

Adams: Kain returns tonight against Wyatt Peterson. Peterson is a dangerous opponent, but is Kain's head gonna be in the game after finding out he's about to become a father?

Simone: Tonight's main event, long time Bombshell champion Misty puts the gold on the line to defend against Brooklyn Carter

Adams: Does Brooklyn have what it takes to take the gold from the experienced Misty?

Simone: Also we have the Bombshell party going on right now backstage.

Adams: I wanna go to that party!

Simone: Are you a bombshell Jason?

Adams: I wasn't the last time I checked

Simone: Well you can't go!

Adams: Damn! Ok, let's kick this show off instead!

The scene opens up backstage with a close-up of the nameplate on the door that leads to the locker room of “Prime Time” Matthew Kennedy, the crowd boos the moment the segment starts once they realize who will be in it and things only get better (but not by much) when the cameraman pans over to Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Adams: Why couldn’t we open on a shot of her cleavage instead?

Simone: Jason, this is a night for the women of the company, show some respect.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I am here outside Matthew Kennedy’s locker room where I am hoping to get a word with Matthew Kennedy about the situation with Jason Burnside and his tag team match tonight.

Ms. Rocky Mountains opens the door and we see Matthew and Marty sitting on a couch discussing things in hushed whispers, Marty’s the first to notice Rocky and he frowns.

MM: Do you mind?! This is a private locker room and if you’re some floozy hoping to score with Matthew…..

MK: Marty, that’s one of the interviewers, Ms. Rocky Mountains…..

MM: Sounds like a porn star name!

MK: Yes it does now that you mention it, anyway I scheduled this interview so I can talk about the matters at hand such as the tag team match and the…….Jason Burnside incident.

Marty makes an “Ahhh” sound with his mouth as Matthew stands up.

MM: If it’s all the same to you I’ll sit in on this interview to make sure things go smoothly as they relate to Burnside, that is an ongoing investigation and any ill-advised statements made about it may jeopardize the investigation, I’m sure you understand Ms. Mountains……good grief! Even your shortened name sounds like something out of a porno!

Rocky, even though she’s annoyed by Marty’s comments, nods in understanding.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay but first how about we just call me Rocky and avoid any more comments like that.

MM: Fine, I can live with that, go ahead!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Matthew Kennedy, last week on Climax Control Jason Burnside…..

MK: I’m sorry but I cannot and will not comment any further on the Burnside situation, not just because of Marty’s advice but because Burnside’s actions where so despicable that I have distanced myself as much as possible from the man.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So you have a personal stake in this?

MM: It’s like I said Rocky, he can’t comment on it but he did mean every word of his explanation after that tape played after Casey’s match last week.

MK: Exactly Marty, now let’s change the subject, quickly.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay fine, I can tell where a line of questions is going nowhere, Matthew tonight you are teaming up with “Wrestling’s Bad Boy” Matt Barnes to take on two of your oldest rivals in Lucian Frost and Aleksei Koji.

MM: Ah yes Matt Barnes, shame that he couldn’t be bothered to promote the match, I had him pegged for my group……and I’ve said too much, Matthew?

Rocky tries to pursue the line of questions but Matthew prevents her.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Err, indeed, anyway Matthew, you have had some fierce matches with Lucian Frost going back to your early days here in SCW and you blame Aleksei Koji for losing the Roulette Championship over two months ago, with that in mind do you think you can focus on the match at hand?

MK: Focus on the match at hand? Rocky what you have just asked of me is like asking Steven Hawking to do a simple math problem. Off course I can focus on the match! It doesn’t matter who I’m teaming with whether it’s Matt Barnes or Matt Barnes' sick, elderly grandmother I will still win this match easily, besides I still haven’t forgiven for walking in on me after a shower.

Rocky blushes as she remembers the promo Matthew cut shortly after he won the Roulette Championship at London Brawling; Marty on the other hand does a double take.

MM: Matthew, let me get this straight, a hot chick walks in on you getting dressed and you don’t invite for sex?! What’s wrong with you?!

MK: Marty, the PPV was still on the air, the camera was running and I had no intention of filming a sex tape, besides if she wanted that I’m sure she would’ve come onto me rather than leaving the room to let me get dressed.

MM: But with your looks you could’ve made a killing with it!

MK: Marty, don’t make me regret hiring you.

Marty quickly shuts up and Rocky goes to leave happy with the interview, however the door opens again revealing a confused looking Jessie Salco.

JS: Err…..this doesn’t look like Odette Ryder’s party…..

MK: No it’s not, Rocky please show Ms. Salco the way.

Rocky leaves taking Jessie with her and Marty blinks.

MM: Who the hell was that?

Cameraman: Jessie Salco, she’s one of the newly signed Bombshells.

MM: ….You know what? I’m not going to comment on what that girl looks like, for one thing I like women with that look, and I’m locking the door on the way out so please leave!

The cameraman leaves and Marty makes good on his promise.

Adams: Well look on the bright side Belinda, I’m not as bad as Marty.

Simone: Jason I can name ten people who aren’t as bad as Marty!

At the very beginning of the show the cameras pan out into the car park to find a large white pop up marquee set up with bright lights inside and out. There is a sign on the makeshift door saying ‘Dirty Country’ loud thumping music can be heard coming from out of the plastic walls as the camera man sneaks into find all of the Sin City Wrestling bombshells inside. A few of the bombshell are seen dancing while others are lurking around the bar Carly and Odette are mingling with each and everyone one of their guests. Odette has a megaphone in hand stepping away from the small crowd she switches it on before raising it up to her lips to talk.

Odette: Excuse me… Shh… HEY I said SHHHH!! Thank you… I just wanted to welcome you all here tonight to the Dirty Country Bombshell party… we all know we work the hardest for Sin City Wrestling so I decided that we needed a little bit of a night off so to speak to kick off our heels.

Carly yanked the megaphone away from Odette’s face and shouted into it.

Carly: By night off she doesn’t mean wrestling wise as it is one of the biggest nights for us champions.

Winking over towards Kittie, Carly raised her glass of beer to toast her. Odette sucked in her bottom lip before wrestling the megaphone out of Carly’s hands.

Odette: Don’t mind her… she’s drunk! So let’s raise our glasses and have one hell of a night!

Dropping the megaphone to the ground Odette walked off as the music lifted again. Vixen can be seen sitting at the back of the room with a relaxed look on her face just talking it all in. Brandi’s loud voice can be heard as she screams Yeaaaaaah while taking a swig of her flask. Odette approaches Kittie with a massive smile on her face as she pulls a microphone from out of her back pocket raising it to her lips

Odette: Kittie my mean bitch let me get to you first baby girl… tonight you go one on one with Karina for your Roulette championship tell the Sin City Wrestling world what you plan on doing to the baby Koji?

Kittie licked her lips repositioning her Roulette championship over her shoulder while doing so. Odette puts the microphone up in Kittie’s face causing Kittie to push Odette’s arm slightly away from her

Kittie: Have you been taking interviewing lessons from Stoner?

Odette mouthed yes and just playfully nodded while Kittie shook her head in disgust

Kittie: Well basically I’m going to destroy Karina this belt isn’t going anywhere tonight.

The two Bombshells shared a laugh as Brandi’s booming voice could be heard from out of the cameras view as if to agree with the words coming from Kittie’s lips.

Odette: Well Good luck Kittie I’ll have your favourite drink waiting in my hand after your match.

Blowing air kisses towards Kittie Odette walked off in search of her next bombshell to annoy leaving Kittie, Roxanne and Brooklyn to talk. Finding a new figure Odette taps her on the shoulder lightly getting the unknown Bombshell to turn around, Odette doesn’t waste any time and she has the microphone up in the poor girls face.

Odette: Well well well… who do we have here?

The new girl is dressed in a mid-drift revealing ‘Still Remains’ t-shirt getting Odette’s nod of approval while her legs were covered in an ultra-short denim skirt.

Jessie: Hello I’m what you would call the new girl... my name is Jessie Salco

Odette talks into the microphone loud enough for everyone in the party to stop and take notice

Odette: Hey everyone we have ourselves a new girl… This is Jessie… everyone say hi

The party erupted into a chorus of ‘Hi Jessie’ causing the new girl to blush

Odette: Okay carry on… Jessie tell me who is your friend?

Jessie: Oh this is my sister Katie she is here to make sure that I don’t get into any trouble

Katie just nodded in agreement with Jessie’s statement

Odette: Well Jessie I think you can get into as much trouble as you would like tonight… so tell me who are you gunning for in Sin City Wrestling?

Jessie: Anyone and everyone it doesn’t matter I just can’t wait to get my first match out of the way.

Odette: well I look forward to seeing that… enjoy your stay and do whatever you want Katie isn’t the boss of you!

Walking off Odette could feel Katie’s eyes burning into the back of her as Jessie laughed and continued on drinking. The music appeared to be turned up even louder as the scene faded out to live vision of the ring

Adams: I want to be in that party tent so bad!!!

The opening drum beat to “Ready Or Not (I’m Coming)” by Oomph! begins playing and the audience cheers with excitement, but not surprise as Spike Staggs has been hinting at an appearance all week. The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He is wearing fitted black jeans with chains hanging all over them, and a simple leather jacket with his signature shades. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose before leaping off to land on his feet. Removing his sunglasses and sliding them into his pocket, he leans over the ropes to retrieve a microphone from Justin Decent.

Spike: I am just going to cut to the chase right here, and right now… Over the last several weeks, since Into The Void, I have been getting angrier and angrier, watching things unfold. I have watched as that smug little prick, Matthew Kennedy walked around with the same sense of undeserved accomplishment. I watched him deny any involvement with the abduction of Laura, and the disgusting, VILE words that has come from Jason Burnside’s mouth. I have watched and watched as almost every person in SCW has pulled out their dicks and pissed all over NXT, and that ends… TONIGHT!

The audience roars with approval. Spike’s face twists into a rather angry expression, which hasn’t been seen on him thus far in SCW. He grits his teeth as he paces around the ring furiously.

Spike: I have been taken over by a disease ever since Into The Void. I have been inhabited by the Sin of Wrath. It feels like it, because every little tiny thing pisses me off when I watch an episode of Climax Control. I want nothing more than to come here and level every single one of you cocky pricks just because you have the nerve to laugh at the underdog squad. But… BUT! What pisses me off the most? Is that every word that you have said about us so far… It has been the truth. What have we done? Outside of Casey Williams accomplishments, we haven’t done a fucking thing! We have botched big matches. We have made ourselves into the laughing stock of this company. I will say it again, folks… That ends… TONIGHT!

Spike pounds his fist against the nearest turnbuckle. He grabs at the side of his head as he tries his best not to crack. He takes a few deep breaths, but his face doesn’t seem to lighten up at all. He continues to pace back and forth, angrily before stopping.

Spike: Stars of Sin City Wrestling, you are in for a rude awakening, because I am more focused than ever before. The jokes will stop. The cowardly attacks from behind will stop. The abductions of our loved ones will stop. From here on out, New X-Tremes will only be exalted in greatness. That isn’t a naïve wishful thought, it is the fucking truth! There are big changes coming, and they start… TONIGHT!

The audience cheers as they watch Spike stare at the entryway as if expecting someone to come down any minute. He shakes his head and finally seems to clear the angry expression just a little bit. He stops pacing and he perches himself atop the nearest turnbuckle. He raises the microphone to his mouth and begins speaking.

Spike: Now that all of the fun stuff is out of the way… Lord of the Rings is coming up in a few short weeks. In this PRA hosted event, you will see Staggs Vs Kraven Part II. This time, there is only one way to escape. There is only one option for me, and that is to escape that steel cage with the NWA World Heavyweight Championship. I will bring the first real piece of gold back to SCW. Losing is not an option…

Spike pauses for a moment, but he does not let it linger very long before he starts talking again.

Spike: The last topic, as most of you have probably expected by now… The issue of Roxanne… This is one where I really NEED to address it face to face. Will you come on down, sugarlips?

Spike steps down from his perch as he looks intently at the entryway. His face has almost turned to that of pure excitement. He waits at the edge of the ring. 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 takes up a microphone before she steps up to Spike. She looks a little confused as she looks deep into his eyes. He smiles sweetly in return.

Roxanne: Thank you! Thank you for seeing me, Spike. I was so worried that…

Spike gently shushes her, placing his index finger against her crimson red lips. The audience boos at this action as he gently removes a couple strands of hair from her face. He runs his finger softly against her cheek as he looks down into her emerald eyes.

Spike: Shhhh. It’s okay, Roxie. I know exactly what you were trying to do for me, and I won’t forget that. It is just… It’s hard to really believe that you are back. After the crap with Misty, and then you were really real the whole time… I just… It is hard to take it all in. But I wanted to have you out here so that I could personally thank you. What you have done has been the sweetest gesture any person has ever showed toward me. I feel the compassion, and I feel the love you hold for me in your heart. Those fires never die, luv.

Roxanne wipes away a tear from her eyes. She nods her head quickly, before pulling her hair from her face once more. She wraps her arms around Spike’s waist, and she looks up deep into his eyes. A joyful smile takes over her face as Spike places one arm around her. He raises the microphone to his lips.

Spike: I forgive you for everything you did prior to your disappearance. It is water under the bridge. All of those court battles, and sneak attacks. I don’t know how many times you racked me with a low blow, both literally and metaphorically. I forgive every bit of that.

Spike tilts Roxanne’s head back and they stare into each other’s eyes, lovers crossed. He slowly leans down, teasing her lips with his own. Just as he is about to pucker up, he smacks his lips and turns to the microphone

Spike: Oh yeah, I forgot to mention… What you did to our son, is unforgivable…

Roxanne goes flying back as Spike shoves her away from him. The audience cheers as Roxanne falls down on her backside. Spike leans down over her with the microphone right between them. Roxanne’s pleas go unanswered as Spike begins speaking again.

Spike: What, you don’t like mind games? Then why the FUCK did you pull any of this, Roxie? You wanted Spike back, well this is the side that you loved… The arrogant… sadistic asshole. You wanted this, but you bit off a little more than you can chew, sister. See, I really do forgive everything before you disappeared, but what you caused in the wake of your disappearance is unforgivable! You can try and spin it however you like, but the fact is that disappearing was the actions of a self-absorbed, low-life piece of SHIT human being! THAT is all I have to say to you, Roxie.

Roxanne: But, Spike… We made love so many times since… Can’t you just accept my gift to you and we can move on?

Spike: Hmmm… NOPE! Why don’t you do exactly what you did after each time we made “love” and get the hell out of my sight right now before I feel even dirtier for inviting a filthy whore into my personal space…

Spike waits for Roxanne to leave, but when she doesn’t, and instead makes herself look like a fool, Spike drops his microphone. “Ready Or Not (I’m Coming)” plays as Spike slowly walks off. Roxanne grabs at his leg, and he simply shakes her off before rolling outside of the ring. He walks up the ramp and disappears to the back as Roxanne stomps around furiously inside of the ring.

The crowd is now cheering as the camera focuses on the ring and Justin Decent climbing inside to begin the opening match introductions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest at Climax Control is a Triple Threat Match, and it is scheduled for one fall!

The venue goes dark as 'Paint it Black' by the Rolling Stones begins to play.

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

Smoke starts to billow from the entrance ramp and at the end of the opening guitar solo Cage emerges from the back cracking his knuckles and throwing warm-up punches. He jogs to the ring still throwing practice punches and then climbs up to the second rope turnbuckle and throws back his arms posing a moment for the crowd before hopping down and waiting for the match to start.

Justin: His opponent is accompanied to the ring by Christine Smith! From St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada, weighing 200 pounds ... The Jackal Adam Smith!

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

Simone: I can't believe that this 'movement' of #GetJHHIIIOnTV actually worked! I thought we were rid of that twit.

Adams: How many times did Despayre get you to sign the petition?

Simone: ..... Three.

The lights dim down a little and the opening to Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" starts to play. The fan's look towards the entrance ramp as two beautiful women walk out from the backstage area and stands either side of the entrance ramp. A huge man with a bald head, Simpson, appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a suit. The man adjusts his tie and points to the entrance ramp and a shorter, young looking man, maybe in his teens walks through the entrance, much to the amusement of the fans.

Justin: Their opponent is accompanied to the ring by Simpson! From Beverly Hills, California, weighing 155 pounds ... James Huntington-Hawkes III!

James Huntington-Hawkes III stands on the top of the ramp, and the two beautiful young ladies takes an arm each, and lead him down towards the ring, with the big man leading the way. As the four get to the ring, Simpson steps up the ring steps and bends open the ropes for James to step up and in to the ring James runs up the steps and in to the ring, The women quickly follows him up the steps and in to the ring, followed by Simpson. James steps to the center of the ring and the two women stand behind him and James starts to dance. Moving first to the left, then a step to the right, moving his arms out in the opposite directions then he steps. He takes a two steps forward, dipping his shoulders, before leaning back and doing a 'Jagger strut' and raising his arms.

Simone: I take it back. I want to erase my name on that petition!

Adams: Too late for that .... isn't it?

Drew Patton, the junior official in SCW, finishes checking Cage and the Jackal, and heads over to JHHIII but the "brat prince" backs away and frowns, pointing at the official.

Simone: I am guessing here that Hawkes doesn't want the 'lowly' referee to touch him.

Adams: He probably wouldn't mind if it were Jasmine though.

Drew is insistent and JHHIII shakes his head vehemently, until that is Drew starts to count, threatening to eject him from the match and JHHIII begrudgingly complies to the check.

Adams: Well after all the work to get him back on TV, he wasn't going to risk getting booted out of there.

Drew leans down to check JHHIII's boots when Cage walks over and pie faces the kid to the mat. The crowd laughs and cheers as Hawkes scrambles to his feet and cries foul, pointing from Simpson to Cage but Drew steps in front of the huge bodyguard/butler and orders him from the ring. JHHIII protests and looks worried but Simpson has no other choice but to comply and the big man steps over the top rope and drops to the floor. Drew steps back and calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And the opening contest is underway!

VS VS
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Adam Smith, Bobby Cage and JHHIII look around at one another as the crowd applauds, anxious for the action to be underway!

Simone: three men in there and just one is going to walk away the victor.

Adams: I'll spot you two-and-a-half at the most.

Cage and Smith both share a look and then turn and look at the scrawny teen JHHIII who is huddled in a corner and smiles of malice crease their lips.

Adams: Oh I would hate to be that kid right about now!

Simone: I'd hope someone would have the decency to put you out of your misery if you were.

Cage and Smith start to advance on the boxed in kid when JHHIII wisely scrambles out of the ring as they lunge for him but he escapes safely and runs over toward his bodyguard Simpson, much to the fans' displeasure. Drew is ordering him to return to the ring as Cage and the Jackal look out at him and start shouting degrading insults about his 'manhood' and to get back in the ring.

Adams: Oh like he had the balls to actually even try to wrestle this one.

Simone: That is a trick statement. I doubt JHHIII's balls have even dropped yet.

Shaking his head in dismay, Cage turns toward the Jackal when Adam Smith nails him from out of nowhere with a superkick flush on the jaw! Cage goes down like he was shot!

Simone: And that right there proves mutual hatred of James Huntington-Hawkes III will take you only so far!

Cage is down on his back and Smith covers him immediately for the pin attempt, and Patton drops down!

1.....
2..... JHHIII scrambles into the ring and clubs Smith in the back of the head to break it up, and before the Jackal can retaliate, the kid darts out from beneath the ropes and escapes to Simpson's side.

Simone: You little chicken shit!

Adams: Aren't you being a little hard on him? .... Ha ha! Okay even I didn't buy that!

Smith looks out at JHHIII with disdain and turns back to the action in the ring. He grabs the fallen Cage and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip and catches him in a powerslam into a cover again!

1.....
2..... Cage kicks out.

Adams: Boy the Jackal sure wants this one done and over with!

Simone: Smart man. You have no choice but to try and finish a triple threat match over as quickly as possible.

The Jackal sits Cage up from behind and brings five stiff forearm shots around into Cage's face. The Jackal brings him to his feet and sends him into the far corner and charges right in with a high knee to the face, followed up with a running bulldog, planting him face-first into the canvas. The Jackal rolls him over onto his back and covers him.

1.....
2..... JHHIII reaches in and grabs Cage's leg and drapes it over the bottom rope to break the pin up.

Adams: Wow, that was pretty clever. .... Well it was!

The Jackal jerks up and makes a quick grab for him but JHHIII shrieks and darts behind Simpson.

Adams: Did he just scream like a girl?

Simone: I believe he did. Maybe he should get placed in the Bombshell division instead of with the men.

Drew stands up and against the ropes. The referee points at JHHIII and then to the ring, ordering him inside but JHHIII shakes his head, refusing to budge.

Adams: What is the point of that brat being back on TV in a match if he's not going to actually going to wrestle??

Simone: Interesting question, how will Drew handle this? I mean, the first man to score a pin or submission wins a triple threat so can he actually count anyone out or disqualify them?

The Jackal turns to Cage and Irish whips him into the ropes and swings for a clothesline but Cage ducks under the blow and lands a shot right in the kidney area.

Simone: All these distractions with Hawkes has given the Convict enough time to recover.

The Jackal staggers around, holding his back in pain and Cage lands another left jab into his ribs, then a right. The jackal covers his ribs with his arms and that leaves his head wide open for a flurry of fists that sends him crashing back into a corner and he sinks to his backside. Cage backs up several steps then charges in and drives a hard knee into the side of Smith's head.

Adams: What a shot! The Jackal just might be out after that shot!

Cage grabs the Jackal and drags him to his feet and brings him up and over with a gut-wrench suplex in the middle of the ring. Cage rolls over and covers him, hooking the leg.

1.....
2..... JHHIII slides inside the ring again really fast and stomps down on Cage's back to break it up. He goes to run again when...

Adams: Uh oh!

Simone: Not so fast!

JHHIII almost makes it out when Cage grabs hold of his foot, stopping him! The crowd is cheering as Cage has hold of the back of JHHIII's tights and pulls him forcibly back inside of the ring!

Adams: Oh I've been waiting a long time to see this!

Simone: We've all been waiting a long time to see this!

JHHIII is screaming to Simpson for help but the bodyguard is powerless to intervene without costing his meal ticket the match! Cage grabs two handfuls of JHHIII's trunks and...

Adams: Atomic wedgie!

The fans are laughing and cheering as JHHIII screams in pain and Cage jerks him around the ring, hoisting him up and down by the back of his pants! Cage then turns him around and he hoists him high over his head in a military press!

Adams: What a show of strength!

Simone: That kid barely weighs a hundred pounds! How exactly is that a showing of strength!?

Adams: Details, details!

Simone: The ring is set up and it’s time for the contract signing between Tom Dudely and “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson for their match at the next Supercard.

Adams: They’ve both been in contact with Christian Underwood in negotiating this thing. We should be in for a treat.

Christian picks a microphone up off of the table.

Christian: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for the contract signing for the match between Tom Dudely and Wyatt Peterson at the next Supercard. I have the contract right here. Let’s get the participants out here.

"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. He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans with a long sleeved flannel shirt. His Stetson, as always, is perched atop his head. Wyatt points upwards and circles the air with his finger as he lets out a “YEEEEEEEHAW!!!” much to the delight of the crowd. 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 climbs the steps to the ring apron and climbs between the ropes. He shakes Christian’s hand and takes up his position on the opposite side of the table so he could face the entranceway.

Simone: Big Country is ready to get this thing signed. He’s wanted to get his hands on Tom since being turned on almost two months ago.

“Indestructible” by Disturbed starts to play throughout the arena. Tom Dudely walks out to the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos wearing a black suit with a dark blue neck tie. Tom acknowledges the crowd with a sneer before starting down the ramp. He keeps his gaze on the ring, not giving the crowd the satisfaction of additional acknowledgement. Once at the ring, Tom climbs up the steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing between the ropes. Tom doesn’t acknowledge either man as he just sits down in the chair opposite where Wyatt is standing. Tom grabs a microphone off of the table.

Tom: Yeah, yeah. Another contract signing. Let’s just get this thing done and over with so I can get out of this god forsaken city.

This elicits more boos from the crowd. Christian shrugs and motions for Wyatt to take his seat, which he does.

Christian: Gentlemen, you have both been in contact with me over the last few weeks in negotiating this contract, and here it stands in its entirety.

Christian places the clipboard onto the table. Tom immediately grabs it and starts flipping through it.

Christian: Let me go over some of the provisions in this contract before you sign it. As with all major match contracts, once it is signed you are unable to lay a hand on the other unless it is during an official SCW match. As I told you both during negotiations, neither Mark or I feel that you should have any contact until the Supercard, so there will be no matches between you two until then. That being said, Tom made a suggestion that I actually liked a lot. Over the next two weeks, you will each pick an opponent for the other. Next week, Tom will pick Wyatt’s opponent. The following week, Wyatt will pick Tom’s opponent.

The crowd cheers at the possible matchups.

Christian: Also, since Tom got to add a provision, I allowed Wyatt to add a provision. Since this whole thing started when Tom attacked Wyatt on his own terms, I’m going to allow Wyatt to end it on his terms by picking the match type that you will be competing in.

Tom shoots up out of his chair.

Tom: What the hell? You can’t do that! He’ll pick something lame like a bullrope match or a bra panties match.

Wyatt picks up a microphone so he can respond.

Wyatt: Now listen here, Tom. Ah ain’t gonna be pickin’ somethin’ lame. In fact, ah’ve already picked out the match type an’ ah think you’ll like it.

Tom: Oh really? Then would you care to enlighten me as to what match YOU came up with?

Wyatt: It really ain’t that odd of a match. It’s all from when ya told me why ya turned on me. One thing that ya said really stuck out tah me. Ya said that ah’m not hardcore enough.

The crowd bursts into cheers.

Wyatt: That’s why, me an’ you’re gonna be facin’ each other in a Hardcore Match.

The crowd is cheering at the match as Tom starts to chuckle.

Tom: A hardcore match? Are you kidding? You may as well have just let me pick the match. It’ll be my pleasure kicking your ass in the match that I was raised for.

Tom flips to the part of the contract where the signatures go. He grabs a pen and scribbles his name onto one of the lines. He closes the contract and pushes it across the table at Wyatt. Wyatt smiles.

Wyatt: Ya know, you’ve been makin’ mah life perdy difficult the last couple o’ months. Yer always attackin’ me or tryin’ tah get in mah head. Now, you’ve signed the contract, so that’s all done fer me. There’s just one lil’ problem. Ah’ve got a lotta built up aggression right now, between you an’ all the other things goin’ on in mah life. Ah… well… ah kinda wanna take it out on someone.

Wyatt lunges across the table but Tom scrambles away. Christian steps in front of Wyatt allowing Tom to get out of the ring. Wyatt watches Tom from the ring. Christian picks up the contract and hands it to Wyatt who signs it and hands it back to Christian.

Wyatt: Ah’ll see ya in a few weeks, ya yella bellied sonuvabitch!

Wyatt’s music starts to play as Tom disappears backstage and Wyatt and Christian climb out of the ring and walk up the ramp together.

The camera switch to a shot of the parking lot. Right up front is a circle of campers taking up several spots. The largest camper is painted purple and black. On one side it has PARTY HORDE spray painted on it and on the other side someone has painted portraits of Aleksei Koji and Jamie Staggs drinking.

Rocky Mountains: Excuse me, Aleksei? What is this?

Aleksei does not realize who it is at first and just starts dancing on her. Then he sees the microphone and chuckles.

Aleksei: Oh sorry about that. I got caught up in the music. You liking the party....it is like you american's say...umm a tailgate party.

Rocky Mountains: I see...but you know the show has started.

Aleksei: Yeah I have been watching with my Horde. It is good stuff so far.

Rocky Mountains: but you are going to have your match, right?

Aleksei: Da, of course. The horde is just too big to fit inside any more and if I hang out with only the lovely freaks that got inside then the lovely freaks outside will get lonely. Don't worry, I am not a no show like Barnes. The match is happening, and I am going to win it. How about you put down that microphone and join us eh?

It is clear that she considers it for a moment and the nearest fans are motioning for her to join the mass of dancing people. Then she blushes slightly.

Rocky Mountains: Yes,...no I can't. I have a job to do and you Aleksei are incorrigible!

Aleksei laughs and starts to move back into the crowd.

Aleksei: I hear that all the time. I will see you at the after party.

The Cameras pan down to the six sided ring to find a mixture of different weapons laying around randomly as the fans in the sold out arena are chanting and cheering for their favourite Sin City Wrestling superstar. Adding to their excitement Justin’s happy voice can be heard over the personal address system.

Justin: The following contest is a hard core rules match and it is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship introducing first the challenger hailing from the Carpathian Mountains Romania… Karina Kojiiiiiiii…

The arena goes black then purple lights fill the arena. “The Ruler and the Killer” by Kid Cudi starts to blare from the loudspeaker and soon after it starts Karina Koji enters. She stares at the ring, seemingly unaware of the audience at first. Her oversized hoody hides most of her face and she is dragging a large metal bat behind her. When she reaches the ring she smiles to the audience. She tosses the bat aside and enters the ring.

Justin: And her opponent she is current Bombshell Roulette Champion from Henderson, Nevada, the Sin of Envy ... 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.

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BOMBSHELL ROULETTE TITLE MATCH

Adams: Kittie looks as if she wants to make this a quick and easy match

Simone: She shouldn’t be under estimating Karina from what her big brother says she can be just as crazy as the rest of the bombshells

Kicking the back of Karina’s knee dropping her down to the canvas Kittie continues to choke her out with her hoodie. Karina’s hands reach up to her throat desperately trying to pull the material away from her. As Kittie applies more pressure Karina starts to stagger back up to her feet. Pulling her up with the hoodie Kittie takes Karina down hard and fast with a snapmare, tossing the jacket out of the ring as Karina tries to make it back up to here feet. Straight back onto the assault Kittie helps Karina up dragging her by her hair once on fully her feet she pushes Karina up against the ropes. Slicing her arm through the air Kittie slaps her forearm against Karina’s chest repeating the motion several times before flinging Karina across the ring. Karina hits the opposite ropes and quickly turns and charges towards the sin of lust, Kittie attempts a big boot but Karina ducks down just in time. Now behind Kittie she captures Kittie’s neck slamming her down with the Romani Judgement – kneeling hangman’s neck breaker.

Adams: Karina’s a speedy little thing isn’t she?

Simone: Karina isn’t playing around here.

With Kittie down on the mat holding her neck the Romanian Bombshell is swiftly back up to her feet, walking over towards the turnbuckle she grabs a Singapore cane that has been placed there earlier. Holding the cane up in the air Karina admires it before confidently walking back over towards Kittie’s stirring body. Not wasting any more time Karina brings the cane down onto Kittie’s body sending a deafening slap sound echoing through the arena. Raising the cane back up in the air Karina continues to punish Kittie with not one more but four more lashing from the cane.

Adams: That’s going to leave a mark.

Placing the cane down in front of Kittie’s face on the ring canvas Karina rolls her over onto her stomach, grabbing at Kittie’s legs she tangles them up her in own before bending backwards setting Kittie up for the Muta Lock. Grabbing the cane Karina presses it in to Kitties throat before yanking back on Kittie’s neck. Drew slides over to see if Kittie is okay asking if she wants to tap but Kittie can be heard screaming no. Yanking back on Kittie’s neck Karina continues to apply the pressure while the fans in the sold out crowd are divide between both of the bombshells. A chorus of ‘let’s go Kittie’ chants start up as Karina continues to dominate to current Roulette champion.

Simone: The crowd is really getting behind Kittie here

Kittie slams her elbow into Karina’s face trying to break free from the lock up Karina has her in at the moment. Slamming her elbow back into Karina’s face one last time Kittie finally breaks free as Karina rolls off of her holding a hand over left eye. Pulling herself up with the ropes Kittie catches her breath while Karina pats her hand over eye. Charging towards Karina Kittie slams her down with a thesz press, grabbing a handful of her Karina’s short hair Kittie proceeds to slam her head into the canvas screaming in a fit of rage. Rolling off of Karina Kittie quickly slides out of the ring and is instantly underneath it looking around for something.

Adams: What on earth is Kittie looking for? There are weapons literally dropped all over the ring for her to use

Simone: There is always a method to Kittie’s madness Adams

Tossing two trash can lids and a trash can into the ring Kittie slides back in underneath the bottom rope. Karina had managed to get her hands back on to the cane she was using earlier and was stumbling over towards Kittie. With cat like reflexes Kittie was back to her feet trash can lid in hand, both bombshells have their weapons raised up in the air. Taking a massive swing at each other the cane and the trash can lid collide collecting both Karina and Kittie in the process. Staggering on their feet Kittie drops the lid before nailing Karina with a full force spear and finally goes for the pin

Adams: At the beginning of this match my money would have been on Kittie but it looks as if Karina is a serious competitor

Yanking onto Kittie’s foot with her hands Karina continued to apply the pressure screaming at Karina through gritted teeth Kittie rested her shoulders down on the canvas while Karina showered why she was the master of submissions. Seeing that Kittie’s shoulders where on the ring canvas Drew started a pin count

Adams: BOTH BOMBSHELLS ARE DOWN SIMONE!!!

Simone: I can see that Adams!

Adams: THIS COULD GO ANY BODIES WAY!

Crawling up to their feet Kittie was able to reach Karina first exchanging forearm smashes both Bombshells were proving they were still very much in this match. A small amount of blood was seen trickling out of Karina’s nose as Kittie pushed Karina back into the ropes. Kittie signaled for the Kat’s Cradle but it didn’t go unnoticed by Karina. Racing towards Miss Koji, Karina slammed her foot into Kittie’s face running her hand underneath her nose Karina looked at her own blood that was on her hand and laughed.

Simone: Karina could have this…

Hovering over Kittie’s body Karina looked into the crowd as they continued to chant her name confusing her leaning down she grabbed at Kittie's hair pulling her back up to her feet. Stalling for some reason as the fans continued to cheer. Karina looked to put Kittie away with the Wolf Bite – Hell’s Gate. Almost instantly Kittie was able to counter over powering the shorter Bombshell and brought Karina down with the Kat’s Cradle, Karina’s body came crashing down onto the trash can denting it.

Adams: KATS CRADLE!!!!

Simone: This one is all over

Drew started the count.

Adams: Kittie Retains Kittie Retains

Simone: What a match we just witness both of these ladies are going to be sore and sorry tomorrow.

Adams: Karina should be extremely proud of herself she has definitely shown Mark and Christian that she should in the title hunt

Drew got up off the canvas and walked over towards the ropes to collect the Bombshell Roulette championship, Kittie stumbled up and snatched her belt out of his hands bringing it in close to her chest. Raising her hand up in victory Drew pointed towards Kittie as Justin’s voice could be heard

Justin: Winner by pin fall and still the Bombshell Roulette Champion… Kittie!!!!

“Lollirot” by Jack Off Jill slams over the pa system as Kittie continues to show off to the fans in the ring with her championship just as she was about to exit the ring the lights in the arena shut off.

Adams: what the hell is going on?

The lights started to turn back on as they flicked Trish Newborn was seen in the ring attacking Kittie from behind cracking a steal chair across her back. The sound of metal making contact with skin echoed throughout the arena. The lighting returned back to normal as Trish stood over Kittie’s lifeless body looking out into the fans that were booing a smug smirk crossed her face. Slamming the steal chair onto the ring canvas Trish grabbed at Kittie’s legs and locked in the No regret. Drew interjected and was telling Trish to let go but just her sadistic laugh was all he got in response. Dropping Kittie’s legs harshly after a few moments Trish wiped her hands together seemingly pleased with herself.

Simone: Patricia Newborne has no business being out here

Adams: What away to get the champions attention.

Walking over towards championship belt Trish picked it up and held it cockily over her head as "King Of The World" by Porcelain Black took over the speaker system

Bianca storms down the hallway of the Glacier Gardens Arena. She's adorned in her regular old blue jeans, black tanktop with abstract design, and her light colored plaid shirt. The soft jingle of her chain necklaces echoing in the hallway as they bounce off of her chest as she walks. Running a hand through her long curls she stops dead in front of a door labeled, "Men's Dressing Room". Raising a fist she bangs on the door relentlessly, placing her other hand on her hip. Chett Hawkins, who is awaiting on the other side of the door, is relaxing in the dressing room watching the matches when he hears the harsh knocking on the door - he's pretty sure he knows who it is. Chett sets his beer down and makes his way over to the door. He cracks the door open to reveal Bianca waiting impatiently, standing in the door way with her fist in mid air from knocking. "Hey there Miss Bia-"

The scene shows Casey Williams backstage, getting ready to watch the tag team match involving the man whom Casey retained his Roulette Champion against at Into the Void, Matthew Kennedy, and the next contender for his title at the next NWA sanctioned event, where Puerto Rico Association is the host called Lord of the Rings 2012, Aleksei Koji. Koji will be teaming with Lucian Frost and they face Matthew Kennedy and his tag team partner Matt Barnes in a tag team match. Then he decides to speak about his last title defense and his next title defense.

”I wanted to take this opportunity to remind Matthew Kennedy that since I beat him at Into the Void in the rematch he deserved as the former Roulette Champion, that he no longer gets a shot at the title while I am champion, per order of Christian Underwood. So, unless he can make Christian change his mind, which I doubt, I am moving on to bigger and better things. Matthew, you can say all you want that the abduction of my fiancé, Laura, was not your idea, but it was your lackey Jason Burnside who did the deed, that makes it alright. Well, it doesn’t, and I will not give you another title shot due to what Christian had said when we signed the contract. There is nothing you can do about it except wait for me to lose my title before you get another shot at it, seeing as I will be at the next NWA sanctioned Pay per View, which is hosted by Puerto Rico Association, and I will be defending my Roulette Championship against the 3rd man in the match in which I obtained the title, Aleksei Koji in a singles match contested under Roulette Rules.“

Casey then walks towards the arena to watch the tag team match.

Backstage, “Wrestling’s Bad Boy” Matt Barnes is seen walking through the halls. As he turns the corner, he sees a couple of ladies, one a blonde in a black mini skirt and an SCW tank top. The other is a tanned brunette in black capris and a similar tank top. As soon as they spot him, they begin whispering back and forth laughing. He stops, and checks them out. He is having trouble deciding whether to stop and chat with the ladies, or move along. Finally, the brunette takes a few steps forward, batting her long eyelashes at him.

Lady 1: Hi there… My name is Alisa, and this is my friend Mandy. We bought these VIP passes, but we just keep finding losers. You are the first talented guy we’ve seen all night…

Matt Barnes: You have come to the wrong place then, if you are looking for talent. I am about all that SCW has. Of course, I am the best in the business, but still.

She uses her doe eyes to manipulate him just a bit as she pouts out her glossy lips. She looks back to Mandy, and they both smile. She turns back to him wearing that same sweet, yet sultry, smile.

Alisa: Aww, well maybe you could entertain us for a while until the real action starts. We’ve got this second bottle of champagne, and no one to drink it with.

He looks at both of them, up and down, contemplating for a moment. He rubs his chin carefully, trying to decide if they are worth it or not.

Matt Barnes: I normally only settle for nines, but a six and a nine is a fifteen, I guess…

They look at him, stunned for a moment, and then Mandy shrugs her shoulders. Alisa nods her head, and then that sweet smile returns to her face. As she turns back to him, she grabs onto his hand and they walk into the nearest room. As soon as they do, they see Aleksei Koji standing there with a big smile on his face and an empty champagne bottle in his hand. Barnes’ face sours. He takes a step up to Aleksei, getting nose to nose with him, as they engage in a stare down. Suddenly, Aleksei smirks as Alisa’s voice rings out.

Alisa: I can’t believe that you drank all of our champagne...

As Barnes turns around, he notices both ladies are wearing Party Horde shirts in place of their SCW shirts. He shakes his head as he attempts to leave. Just then, there is a loud, almost mental shriek as Jamie Staggs comes flying from out of nowhere with a large pale. He dumps the blue liquid onto Barnes, staining him entirely, with a laugh. The ladies join in on the laughter as Barnes is simply fuming.

Jamie: Dude, you are a dick… and you just got Dick’d! That’s ironing… Haha!

Alisa: For your information, Matty… We are both solid 10’s…

The Party Boys and their lady friends share a good laugh before exiting the room, leaving Barnes dripping with the blue liquid..

Opening back up to the Bombshell party Trish Newborne is seen walking into the tent with Bianca by her side the two seem to be laughing at what Trish just did to Kittie. Odette is standing beside Roxanne by the door way catching Trish by her wrist as she walked past Roxanne shook her head

Roxanne: You need to leave

Trish: What why?

Roxanne: There is no room here for people like you.

Bianca and Trish just looked at each other and laughed attempting to walk past Odette and Roxanne

Odette: Hey you heard the Red Head… get out

Bianca: Why should we?

Odette: You can stay B but Trish needs to go… no one touches my Kittie and thinks they can get away with it!

Roxanne’s Jaw dropped and she leant over a whispered in Odette’s ear

Roxanne: you didn’t think of that before you said it did you?

Odette: shh no one else picked up on it right?

Bianca just shook her head and walked on past Odette and Roxanne as Trish stared them both down. Brandi, Cookie and Brooklyn had made their way over to stand behind the Australian and red head

Trish: Fine I’ll go… but this is the worst party ever!

Walking off in a huff Trish left the cameras view while Odette’s jaw dropped insulted that Trish would pay out her party. Suddenly the music cut off and was replaced by the loud droning noise of a guitar solo the entire bombshell roster turned around to see Jessie Salco standing behind the DJ booth playing with the music selection. Looking over to see Odette’s shocked face Jessie just shrugged her shoulders as she downed another bottle of liquor while Katie was seen begging her to stop. Breaking the no talking silence Carly came bursting through the massive tent like door

Carly: He’s coming…

Brandi: Who is coming?

Carly: Christian is coming!!!! Quick everyone hide your contraband!

Cookie: Oh no who called the fun police?

The bombshell roster all dispersed in different directions picking up random bits and pieces that may or may not get them into trouble with one of their bosses. Brandi stuffed a number of beer bottles down behind pot plants while Cookie was seen hiding things underneath tables. While the rest ran around like crazy Brooklyn just sat back down in the back corner of the room and just watched on shaking her head at such madness. While the Fallen were seen dancing and head banging to the sounds of hard Rock and Roll.

Simone: They better clean up fast

Adams: They are so busted.

The vision now changes back to ringside.

Justin Decent The following contest is a Tag Team Match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Venice Beach, California… He stands at 6 feet 1 inch and weighed in at 235 pounds. He is… ”WRESTLING’S BAD BOY” MATT BARNES!!!

The lights dim as "Shook Ones pt 2" by Mobb Deep beings to blare through the arena. That can only mean one thing as most of the crowd begins to boo the man about to make his appearance. Signs filled with hate are littered throughout the arena for him...As the music picks up the one and only "Wrestling's Bad Boy" Matt Barnes makes his way out from behind the curtain His entire body is still covered in blue from the Dick’d earlier. In his wrestling attire and black glasses, Matt stops at the top and smirks at the booming noise from the crowd. He relishes all the sounds of disgust being thrown at his direction. After a few moments he begins his walk to the ring. He engages in some verbal confrontations with a few brave souls on the guard rails. After taking all the time he wants. He hops onto the apron and walks over to one of the turnbuckles. He climbs up to the second rope and takes one last stare into the crowd. As the music begins to die he jumps over the top rope and readies for the match.

Justin Decent And his partner. Hailing from London, England. Weighing in at 245 pounds and standing at feet 4 inches, he is… ”PRIMETIME” MATTHEW KENNEDY!!!

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, once he reaches the ringside area he removes his glasses and orders a ringside attendant to remove his jacket only to berate him for the slightest mistake before entering the ring whilst yells down the phone, once in the ring he bounces of the ropes as he waits for his opponent and Marty takes up position at ringside. He looks over at his blue partner, and he lets out a hearty laugh at his expense.

Justin Decent And their opponents. Introducing first from the far reaches of sanity. He stands at 5 feet 7 inches and weighed in at 165 pounds. He is… LUCIAN FROST!!!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

Justin Decent And his partner, being accompanied to the ring by Jamie Staggs… Hailing from Bucharest, Romania. Standing at 6 feet 5 inches, weighing in at 255 pounds. He is… ALEKSEI KOJI!!!

"Wonderlust King" starts to play all throughout the area. Spotlights hit the ramp and for a long moment they will stay in that position waiting for Aleksei to make his entrance. He does not appear to be coming. The spot lights start to search the crowd and find that Aleksei is in the audience having a drink with Jamie Staggs They are laughing, having a good time when they notice the light. They get up and start to move through the crowd towards the ring. As they are about to climb over the rail, Aleksei hands his flask to a nearby fan and then climbs over. Jamie hits a high five, and then, while the fan is distracted, he grabs a handful of popcorn and chomps down on it. He notices Aleksei is already over the rail, and he leaps it, accompanying his friend to the ring. They both get inside, looking at the opponents, stopping to laugh at an enrages Barnes. Koji asks “Why so blue?” After laughing for a moment, they walk over to the corners. They pose on the turnbuckles, causing the fans to cheer wildly. They switch turnbuckles, and then Jamie leaps to the apron, then outside of the ring.

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TAG TEAM MATCH

As Primetime confers with Barnes, he is quickly shoved to the corner as “Wrestling’s Bad Boy” begins shouting at him to stay out of the way. Primetime scowls at him, muttering under his breath when suddenly, Aleksei Koji comes charging forward with a clothesline to the back of Barnes’ head.

DING! DING! DING!

Koji knocks the perfectionist down to the ground and begins stomping him with everything he’s got. The referee calls for a break, and Koji steps back, thrusting his arms in the air in celebration. Jamie Staggs rallies behind his friend on the outside of the ring, getting the cheers going. Koji points out to the audience, singling out the Party Horde who begins cheering and whistling. Just then, Barnes sweeps Koji up from behind with a schoolboy pin.

1!

2!

Adams: Barnes sweeping in for an early victory, perhaps trying to break Goth’s record from last week?

Simone: We have never seen that before last week, and we likely won’t see it again. Not with such bright talent’s as Aleksei Koji and Lucian Frost.

Barnes picks Koji up, and leans against the ropes, preparing to throw the slightly bigger foe into the ropes when and angry Primetime tags himself in unexpectedly. Barnes looks back questioningly when Primetime spits at his feet. He lays in a couple of good kicks to Koji before shoving Barnes back toward their corner. The two exchange words before Primetime lays in a couple of loud chops on Aleksei. Barnes slowly gets out of the ring as the referee orders him. He doesn’t protest much, but he stares a hole through his partner.

Simone: Those two egos are way to big to fit inside of that ring at the same time, especially on the same side.

Adams: Tensions are bound to arise between them, but I didn’t think it would be right off the bat like this.

Primetime sends Koji flying over to the other side of the ring. He bounces off of the ropes, only to receive an axe handle smash to his back by Barnes. The referee signals for the tag, and Primetime stops around furiously. Barnes steps inside of the ring, holding the ropes open for his partner with a smile. Primetime grits his teeth as the referee orders him outside. As Koji comes back, Barnes lifts him up for a flapjack, but Koji rolls behind and onto his feet. He spins Barnes around and plants a boot to his gut. He hooks his arm around Barnes’ neck and comes crashing down with a DDT. The crowd begins cheering. Primetime shouts out at his partner, while trying to hide his delight. Koji comes crashing down with a series of rapid elbow drops, landing four before flexing out his chest and letting out a primal shout.

Adams: Barnes was quiet this week which is a surprise he even bothered to show up this week.

Simone: The master of the Party Horde certainly was not, and certainly is not right now. He has a lot of aggression, and he is using Barnes as the temporary scapegoat.

Koji hammers punch after punch to Barnes’ head, keeping him grounded as he backs him into the corner, near Frost. Frost’s posture tenses up as he watches on through the holes in his mask. Koji picks Barnes up and flings him into the corner where he comes flying with a high impact cross body. He reaches out to eagerly tag Frost, who dives over the top rope with a guillotine leg drop to Barnes. Kennedy enters the ring and begins exchanging blows with Koji. They work their way out of the ring as Frost wraps his arms around Barnes’ waist. He starts a Triple Rolling German Suplex, hitting he first, then the second. He pauses as Barnes hits a back elbow. He hits another, and Frost releases the hold. Barnes turns around, wrapping his arms around Frost’s neck and he lands a Tornado DDT. They both lay there for a second before Barnes works his way over to his corner. He sees Aleksei and Primetime slugging it out and he shouts over to Primetime.

Adams: Did you see that look that Primetime gave Barnes? He might as well have told him to sod off.

Simone: The former Roulette Champion is now making his way for the tag.

He leaps up onto the apron, in his corner, and reaches in begrudgingly for the tag. He comes face to face with Frost and the two begin exchanging blows. Kennedy sinks down for a hidden low blow, quickly snapping Frost over with a suplex that rocks the ring. Aleksei returns to his corner, watching the action with intensity. Kennedy gets cheap kick after cheap kick in on Frost, and Koji shouts at the referee who breaks it up. On the outside of the ring, Jamie walks up to someone in the front row and yanks the beer out of their hand. He tosses them a bill and then walks over to Aleksei. He stands there for a moment as Kennedy lifts Frost up. He hits a Knife’s Edge Chop on him, only to get one back in surprise. He shoves Frost, only to get a spinning heel kick for his troubles. As he is laid out, Frost goes to the second rope. He comes flying off with Moonsault that sends the crowd into a frenzy.

Simone: I can feel the vibrations from that impact all the way over here. That one was massive.

Adams: And now Frost is going for the pin here, this one is over…

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Primetime gets his shoulder up just in time. He rolls from underneath Frost and clotheslines him to the ground as he gets up. Kennedy mounts Frost and lays in punch after punch to the fallen foe, causing Aleksei to grab his head in frustration. Frost tries to work his way out of it, only for Primetime to tug at his mask. Frost grips the bottom of it, forcing his way away from Kennedy, and he gets to a standing position. Kennedy goes for a spinning kick, only for Frost to duck it and hit a countering legsweep. As Primetime gets up, Frost hits a Running Snapmare into the turnbuckle. On the outside of the ring, Jamie jumps onto the apron, giving Aleksei a short pep talk, as well as the beer. Aleksei downs the beer, tosses the cup down to the outside, and he begins stomping wildly as Jamie jumps down.

Adams: Uh-woah! Ugh ugh ugh… Aleksei seems to have a full head of steam now.

Simone: Two Popeye references? Really?

Frost tosses Kennedy into the ropes, and then tags in Aleksei. Frost catches Kennedy on the rebound and lift hits an Atomic Drop. Koji enters, and knocks Primetime down with a clothesline. The Blue Barnes runs into the ring, attempting a clothesline of his own, only to be denied. Koji and Frost both hit him with spinning back kicks, Koji dropping down with an elbow. Primetime quickly grabs Frost and tosses him to the outside of the ring. He goes for a low blow on Koji, who jumps back just in time to avoid it, and he levels Kennedy with a Fallaway Slam. Barnes clubs him in the back, which only serves to infuriate the party boy. He turns around and hits a simple elbow to the side of Barnes’ head, knocking him down to the ground. This time, Kennedy hits his low blow.

Adams: Can Aleksei sing in soprano now?

Simone: Could we trend #BuyDrewPattonGlasses on Twitter?

Primetime begins his assault on Aleksei, but Jamie Staggs jumps onto the apron, trying to get inside. Drew walks over and begins arguing with him and they go back and forth. Their argument gets more and more heated when Frost slips inside of the ring. He measures Kennedy up. When he turns around to see what the crowd is cheering over, he receives the Ice Breaker. He stumbles back a few paces, bumping into Barnes as Frost slides out of the ring. The referee turns around to see the tag, and a bewildered Barnes steps inside of the ring. He charges at Aleksei with a spinning heel kick that connects. As Aleksei takes a few steps back, Barnes gets up, and finds himself locked in for the Dire Wolf. Aleksei falls forward with the maneuver, and then quickly hooks the leg.

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Justin Decent And your winners… ALEKSEI KOJI and LUCIAN FROST!!!

Jamie slides into the ring and raises Aleksei’s arm up in victory. The referee grabs his other arm, as well as Frost’s, and the three men stand in the ring victorious. Jamie slaps Aleksei’s back and they playfully shove each other. They look out into the audience by the Party Horde section, and they invite a hesitant Frost to join them. Unsure of whether or not to join them, he declines. They shrug their shoulders and immediately dart out of the ring and into the crowd to finish celebrating.

After the Roulette rules tag team match the cameras pan backstage to the marquee the soft sounds of calm sea breeze type music is playing as Christian Underwood has entered the building. The bombshells are scattered around just drinking ‘water’ and talking socially as Christian does the once over with his eyes. Raising an eyebrow he is not at all convinced with the charades that are unfolding before him. Carly Athens adjusts her tight black t-shirt before approaching her boss

Carly: See nothing to worry about Christian everything is above board! Hiccup

Brandi and Vixen’s faces cringe after hearing Carly slur her words just slightly in front of Christian. Just as Christian goes to speak Cookie’s loud voice can be heard from off screen

Cookie: Who’s ready to have their minds blown?

Cutting the air underneath her chin Odette signalled to Cookie to cut it out but it was too late. Walking into the cameras view Cookie dragged a steal chair to the centre of the room. Nodding her head toward Brandi, Brandi placed her hands around her mouth and shouted out Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh. Screaming into Karina’s ears Brandi just smiles as Jessie Salco hits a switch on the DJ’s desk while Karina stares down Brandi. ‘Buttons’ by the Pussycat dolls start to play as Cookie walks up slowly towards Christian. Cookie playful places a finger on her bosses’ chest pushing him back down on to the steal chair. Christian attempts to get up at first but Cookie holds him down as Raynin opens the Marquees door and in walks a male dressed as a fireman. Odette’s eyes grew wide as Christian was looking directly at her

Odette: Ummm I had no idea I swear

Carly: shut up bitch this was your idea.

Odette: argh we gotta go… we have a match… Brandi you’re in charge of the party

Brandi: YEAAAAHHHHH

As the fireman stripper sets up for his show Odette mouthed to Christian ‘Enjoy’ before being yanked out of the room by Carly. Disappearing into the night Dirty Country were followed out of the tent by The Fallen and The Freakettes. While the remaining Bombshells mobbed in around Christian for the half time entertainment.

Adams: that stripper kind of looked like RVD

Simone: Christian will be in his element if it is!

Adams: Odette and Carly must be trying to become employees of the month or something

Waking The Demon by Bullet for My Valentine starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, and the new SCW champion, Rage appears from behind the curtain. The heavyweight title is draped over his right shoulder, and as the crowd erupts in a loud pop for their new champion, you can almost see the beginning of a smile form at the corner of his mouth. He then makes his way to the ring as the crowd cheers him on.

Rage: What a week!

The crowd cheers once again.

Rage: I bet you people thought you'd never see me smile, but I tell ya it's hard to hold back a smile during the moments I've had this week. I finally did what so many others couldn't do...what I failed to do on the first attempt! I did what I said I was going to do when I defeated Nick Jones and became the NEW SCW Heavyweight Champion!

Rage pats the belt, as the crowd cheers loudly once again.

Rage: Last Sunday, there were a lit, and I mean ALOT if IFs being thrown around during talk of my match against Nick. A lot of people, our own bosses included kept saying IF I were to beat Nick. It took every fiber of my being not to let the beast that was scratching and clawing inside me free, so the bosses and anyone who doubted me, see just what I think of that word! There was no if about it! I wanted to tell them WHEN I beat Nick. Because I did just that! I finally took down Nick's self-absorbed reign of cockiness here in SCW and I've got a lot of people thanking me and congratulating me.

Rage lowers the mic briefly, allowing himself to smile once again.

Rage: I know there are several guys in the back who wanted to be the one to defeat Nick. Those same guys think they should be the Heavyweight Champion. Sorry to disappoint you guys, but that job was always saved for me! I was meant to be the one to take Nick down so I could finally experiencey firdt taste of Heavyweight gold...So I could finally be at the top of the ladder instead of stuck in the middle, almost reaching the top only to get pushed back down. No, my time had to be now! My time IS now. But that means one thing...That inevitable target I just painted on my back because I'm now carrying around this title.

Rage holds the belt out in front of him, staring at it for a brief moment.

Rage: I know those same guys who wanted to take Nick out are probably watching backstage, listening to my every word very carefully, and they should be. They probably think that winning the Heavyweight Title just got a hell of a lot easier when I defeated Nick, but to them I say...You're sorely mistaken. I'm not going to waste everyone's time by saying I'll beat every loser you put in my path, or that no one deserves a shot at me because I'm the best. I'm not going to annoy you people like Nick Jones did week in and week out during his time as Heavyweight Champion. I'm going to give a warning to every guy in the backstage watching who now wants a shot at me. Don't underestimate me for ONE second. I may not hold the title for as long as Nick did, but I'm making one promise to myself, and to each and every one of you.

He points around the crowd, then to the backstage as if pointing at the entire roster.

Rage: I'm going to do whatever it takes, and I do mean whatever it takes, to keep this title in my possession for as long as I possibly can. Don't make the mistake of pissing me off because the beast within me is an ugly beast you don't ever wanna see, and he's more possessive over this title than you all might think. A new era has begun here in SCW. The Sin of Wrath stands before you as your Heavyweight Champion!

Rage then drops the microphone and raises the Heavyweight title above him once again, as his music hits, and the crowd goes wild. He stays in the ring for several minutes, before returning backstage so the show can continue.

Justin: The following contest is a triple threat for the Bombshell Tag Team Titles. Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California and San Quentin, weighing in at a combined weight of Three Hundred and sixty three pounds, they are Felony Fontana and Rochelle Rose, The Freakettes

The lights dim throughout the arena as the opening bass of Freestyle's "Don't stop the rock" filters in through the PA system. Rainbow colored fireworks explode in front of the stage as the curtains are abruptly parted. The first figure to enter is the scowling behemoth "Rock" Rose, who pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking herself in the pyro while flexing her bulging biceps before an awestruck crowd. She stomps forth after the brief pause followed by the decidedly more energetic blonde Felony Fontana, who bounces back and forth, bursting into short dance steps, smiling and seeming to enjoy herself. Arriving at ringside, Rose enters first and holds the ropes open for her diminutive partner who jumps through and promptly climbs to the top rope extending her arms in acknowledgement of the crowd.

Justin: And their opponents, from Austin, Texas and Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred pounds, accompanied to the ring by Darknyss, they are former Bombshell champion Raynin and Gothika, The Fallen!

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

Justin: And their opponents, from Lafayette, LA and Queensland, Australia. They have a combined weight of two hundred and fifty one pounds, they are the reigning Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Carly Athens and Odette Ryder, Dirty Country!

“Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of cheers can be heard as the majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. “Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me” as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Odette's music cuts as "She's Country" by Jason Aldean starts. You hear a rev of an engine. The Fans start to get pumped up even more. As the song starts to get a beat to it. The engine revs up more and out rides Carly on a camoflauged four wheeler. The fans scream she throws up the rocker horns. She rides it down towards Odette, who hops on the back. Carly drives down to the ring, and the duo jump off and in to the ring, looking at their opponents

VS VS
BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH

Simone: The ref will need eyes in the back of his head to see what's going on in the ring and looking for tags.

Adams: Drew's used to it. He wears glasses outside the ring, therefore, he has four eyes!

Simone: Thanks for that useless info Jason

Adams: I know, anyone would think I'm just trying to make things look longer

Simone: Eh?

Odette, Rock Rose and Gothika start in the ring. Drew Patton calls for the bell and Odette and Gothika instantly move to attack the much bigger Rock Rose. Gothika tries to lay heavy shots at Rose, but Rose pushes her off, swatting her away. Odette tries the same but Rock Rose pushes Odette flying across the ring. Rose picks up Gothika from the floor and lifts her high in the air with a military press slam, dropping her across the top rope and watching her bounce back in to Odette Ryder, clashing head. Odette stumbles in to Rock Rose who picks her up and drops her with a hard sidewalk slam.

Adams: Now I know how all those little soliders felt against Godzilla. How do you stop this woman?

Rose focuses on Gothika, picking her to her feet. Rose nails Gothika with a huge shot to the jaw, taking her off her feet. She grabs Gothika by the head and quickly pulls her off her back with one huge swoop. She hooks up Gothika's head and lifts her up with a huge suplex, lifting her over and slamming her back in to the canvas. As Rose gets to her feet, Odette moves in behind her and dives in, taking Rock Rose down with a chop block, planting her shoulder behind the larger woman's knee and taking her off her feet. Odette gets up quickly and stands in front of Rock Rose, lifting her legs and starts to drop boots behind Rock Rose's knee

Simone: Smart from Odette, trying to keep Rose off her feet

Odette stands up and waits for Rock Rose to return to her feet. As she does, Odette spins her leg, nailing Rock Rose with a chick kick to the side of the head. Rose hits the floor hard and Odette spins around, only to be met with a spinning clothesline, knocking Odette off her feet. Odette looks stunned as Gothika moves over, dragging the Aussie bombshell off the mat. Gothika spins her around and puts her in a full nelson, before lifting Odette off her feet and slams her down with a full nelson slam! Gothika goes for the cover

Simone: Gothika looking to put this one to bed early

Adams: You can't put this to bed, not without a bed time story

Gothika leans down over Odette, baring her teeth and moving towards Odette's neck

Simone: Is she going to try and bite Odette?

Adams: I think I'm gonna be sick

As Gothika moves towards Odette's neck, Rock Rose moves in behind her, grabbing Gothika by the back of the pants and pulling her off Odette and tossing her across the ring.

Simone: Rock Rose with the save

Adams: Oh thank god!

Rock Rose picks up Odette and whips the young Aussie in to the ropes. As Odette flies back, Rose picks her up and nails her with a back body drop, sending her flying across the ring. Gothika moves over, and tagging in Raynin. Raynin instants walks over and stands in Rock Rose's face

Adams: Raynin is a former bombshell champion, she will not back down from anyone.

Simone: Have to respect that about her

Raynin pulls a hand back and slams a hard shot in to the face of Rose, but Rose shakes her head. Rose slams a hard shot in to the face of Raynin, but Raynin shakes her head

Adams: Raynin just took a shot in the face from a bigger woman and shook it off

Raynin quickly shoots for Rock Rose, taking her off her feet and slamming hard shots in to Rose's head. Across the ring, Odette tags in Carly. Carly and Odette shrug at each other, looking across at Raynin nailing Rock Rose in the head. with hard shots. Raynin gets to her feet and pulls Rock Rose to her feet, Raynin hooks her her up and drops down with a huge DDT. Raynin turns around but Carly charges in, knocking Raynin to the mat with a clothesline, almost taking the former Bombshell champions head off her shoulders. Carly wastes no time, dragging Raynin to get feet. As Raynin gets to a vertical base, Carly sweeps her off her feet and nails her with a sharp spinebuster, sending her crashing to the canvas. Carly stomps on Raynin as Rose tags out to Fenoly Fontana. Carly pulls Raynin to her feet but Raynin ducks a hard shot and lifts Carly up in a scoop slam, before dropping her down in a dreamer driver. Raynin stalks Carly, but Felony drags Raynin backwards and drops her with a German suplex!

Simone: Everyone needs eyes in the back of their heads to keep up with this one

Felony moves over to Carly and picks her off her feet, hooking her head up for a DDT and dropping her quickly against the ground. Felony stands up and looks towards Rock Rose, who nods. Felony drags Carly to her feet and Raynin returns to her feet. Felony grabs both opponents head and tries to slam them together but Raynin puts her hands on Carly's shoulders, blocking the move. Both Raynin and Carly force an elbow towards Felony's face, before both putting an arm under Felony's arm and lifting her up, dropping her with a double gut buster!

Simone: Dirty Country and The Fallen working together here.

Raynin quickly grabs Carly's head and drops her down with a huge jaw breaker!

Adams: Not for long

Raynin pulls Carly back to her feet and throws the country girl in to the corner. Carly slams back in to it hard and Raynin charges at her, jumping across the ring, diveing forward and planting her hand in to the ground, attempting a handstand splash but Carly steps out of the corner and drops Raynin down with a powerbomb!

Simone: What a reversal!

Carly quickly scrambles over to Odette and tags her in!

Simone: Odette coming in the ring on fire!

Adams: That's cause she so hot, right?

Simone: Right

Odette takes down Felony with a clothesline, and as Raynin gets to her feet, Odette takes Raynin over with a monkey flip! Odette returns to her feet, the crowd cheering for the popular young Aussie star. Raynin springs back to her feet as does Felony. Odette ducks a Raynin clothesline, and Raynin crashes hard in to Felony. Felony crashes hard and rolls out of the ring. As Raynin turns around, Odette, standing with her back to Raynin, jumps up and nails her with a Pele kick!

Adams: That old Brazilian legend would be proud of an overhead kick like that, especially considering he's age now!

Odette looks to the top rope and climbs. Looking down, she flies off the top rope, nailing a huge 450 splash!

Adams: OD Spiral!

Odette goes for the cover

Justin: The winner of the match and STILL SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions..... Dirty Country!

The referee hands Odette and Carly the tag titles and Odette jumps around excitedly, raising the hand of Carly as Carly looks a lot less enthusiastic, just looking at Odette with empty eyes

Simone: Dirty Country defend the tag team titles!

Adams: I don't see why Carly isn't happy and jumping around the ring, they just overcome a huge challenge here in SCW

After retaining her bombshell tag team championship Odette Ryder is still seen in the Sin City Wrestling ring her partner Carly Athens had just blown her off and had made her way back up the ramp. Looking around into the sea of wrestling fans Odette walked over toward Justin and signalled for the microphone getting the Rydernites in attendance to stand up and cheer. Bringing the microphone up to her glossed lips Odette went to talk but was cut off by a ‘Ryder’ chant smiling she soaked it all in for a few seconds before getting down to business.

Odette: Now I’m not sure what just happened but by the looks of things Carly is a little bit angry at me… but life is too short to be angry.

Flicking her title belt over her shoulder Odette licked her lips and continued

Odette:: Geez and we all thought Bianca and Rage needed to get laid!

Her unique Australian laugh brought smiles and cheers from the crowd.

Odette: But there are something’s in life that test my patience like whale watching, waiting in line at the bank, waiting for the new range of Swarovski crystals too come out… oh and life is extremely too short for stupid little games… now normally I would be all up for a little bit of game playing… but this week has really started to get on my nerves

Dropping the microphone down to her side Odette adjusted her title belt. Her normally happy face was a little more serious. Now bringing the microphone back up to her lips she continued.

Odette: All week long I have been receiving text messages saying basically the same thing over and over again in pretty little riddles and rhymes… but they all have the same agenda telling me that I will see them at Climax Control. Well owner of the text messages… I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere until I get answers so bring yourself down to the ring so we can sort this out.

Odette kept her eyes on the ramp waiting to see if anyone would come as the fans watched on as well. After a few moments no one had shown so she brought the microphone up to her lips once more her stern Australian accent captured everyone’s attention.

Odette: Hmm they must be the shy type… well I have all night and I’m not leaving until they reveal who they are. You told me that I will see you on Sunday well honey my eyes are wide open and I still see no…

Suddenly the lights go dim, Odette is barely visible and an intense feedback sound can be heard. A single spotlight focuses in on Odette who is starting to look a bit annoyed now as the feedback sound continues. She shakes her head and starts to leave the ring when a sort of video game voice comes over the P.A. system.

’WE WANT… YOU!!!”

”GET READY FOR THE SMACKDOWN!”

The audience comes to their feet in extreme excitement as “Smackdown” by Thousand Foot Krutch hits the speakers. Red and black lights begin flashing across the stage as the fans shout out in excitement. Odette looks a little confused as Spike Staggs, dressed in fitted black jeans with chains hanging from all pockets and a black muscle shirt with the letters NXT written in red graffiti style. Right next to him is Casey Williams, dressed the same, minus the chains. Spike works the crowd up as Casey looks on intensely at the ring, almost through Odette. Spike goes to the other side before coming to the ramp. He slaps hands on his way down to the ring as Casey walks, still looking serious. Both men grab onto the ropes and enter the ring in unison before walking up to Odette. Spike passes her up, retrieving a microphone. There is a “New X-Tremes” chant that Spike allows to die down before raising the microphone to his lips.

Spike: Trust me when I say that there is always a method to my madness… Over the last few weeks, I sat back and I watched things go down in SCW that I didn’t find particularly enjoyable. But what I did find enjoyable has been watching Odette Ryder become one of the fastest rising Bombshells in Sin City Wrestling.

Spike pauses, allowing the fans to cheer. He nods his head matter-of-factly as he looks around at the audience. He allows the cheers to die down for a moment before he raises the microphone back to his lips.

Spike: I have always preferred to contact the underdogs in these situations, but I seem to wind up on the losing end of that one, time and time again. I see many great things to come from you, Odette. I see an untamed fire inside of you that has already gotten you so much in SCW. With the right crew, you could overrun this place. Despite what everyone says, New X-Tremes is the crew that can do it for you. So, instead of running my mouth all damn night, I’m just going to cut the bullshit. We want you in New X-Treme’s… What do you say?

Spike and Casey both stare at Odette, both beckoning some sort of answer. The audience cheers at the confirmation of their suspicions, letting off cheers of excitement. Odette looks a little bit unsure of it as she turns around toward the entrance ramp. Spike has a disappointed look on his face as she heads for the ropes. Casey furls his eyebrows and starts to turn when Odette comes flying back toward them with an ecstatic smile on her face. She leaps up into Spike’s arms and raises her own in the air, shouting “Yes! Yes! YES!” The audience goes crazy with cheers as Odette starts her own “New X’Tremes” chant.

Adams: I don’t believe it. We’ve just seen Odette Ryder join the New X-Tremes! This is big news for the NXT fans!

Simone: It is a very interesting turn of events, but it leaves a couple of questions in my mind… One of which is “Where is Vixen?”

Straight after the segment in the ring Brandi is shown up on the screen with a microphone in hand, standing next to Vixen she takes over her role as party host

Brandi: So um Hi… Odette wants to know who are you lusting for in SCW?

Vixen looks up at Brandi and shakes her head

Brandi: You know our crazy little Aussie always trying to match make

Vixen tugs on her blue jean mini skirt by Guess and licks her lips

Vixen: Unfortunately for Odette no one in SCW sorry

Brandi nods her head as if to agree but Cookie’s voice could he heard off camera again screaming Wyatt’s name. Looking over towards the direction of where the voice came from she snarls at her Party Girl friend. Vixen tugs the microphone away from Brandi and lets her Canadian accent be heard

Vixen: Speaking of Wyatt his match is up next isn’t it?

Brandi: Ye….

Figuring out what Vixen was playing at half way through her response, Brandi walked off on her. Getting the crowd to chime in with an o0o0o00o for Brandi and Wyatt. Odette is now seen bouncing back into the marquee.

Odette: Where’s Christian gone?

Roxanne: He left with the Fireman…

Odette: Then why aren't we partying... You DJ spin that shit!

A laugh left Odette’s lips and she nodded pleased with herself. As Jessie started up the Rock and Roll tunes once again getting everyone to stand up and dance.

Simone: Well tonight has already been a crazy night.

Adams: Tell me about it. Its like a supercard squeezed into a regular show. The crowd is crazy tonight I can hardly hear myself think.

Simone: There is defiantly something in the air. I wanted those watching on TV to get a look at this crowd.

The camera starts to pan through the seats filled with screaming fans. It stops at the section occupied by the Party Horde. You can tell its their section because many of them are wearing Party Horde t-shirts or wearing purple and black colors. They are also screaming the loudest. Aleksei and Jamie are in the middle of it drinking and dancing with their fans.

Simone: I think that group might start to get hard to control.

Adams: Who cares! I want to go to the after party.

The camera changes to an overhead shot of the Sin City Wrestling six-sided ring. Justin Decent's voiceover is heard speaking...

Justin: Next month, in August of 2012, Sin City Wrestling is proud and pleased to announce that we will once again be going on an international tour. Working in conjunction with the ASGP, the Asian Sports Grand Prix wrestling productions and promotional company, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward and Christian Underwood will be bringing the SCW to Asia for a special five show tour! The tour has been booked and finalized, and we are pleased to announce the following dates!

Justin: August 19th! Queenstown, Singapore at the Queenstown Stadium!

Justin: August 26th! Bangkok, Thailand at the CHULALONGKORN UNIVERSITY STADIUM!

Justin: September 2nd! New Delhi, India at the Delhi University Sports Complex!

Justin: September 9th! Beijing, China at the Beihang University Gymnasium!

Justin: And last but certainly not least, our tour will culminate in an international supercard...

Justin: September 23rd! Tokyo, Japan at the Ariake Coliseum!

Justin: The respected status of professional wrestling in all its forms in Asia is known throughout the world so this special tour promises to be our biggest and most spectacular! Tickets are already on sale in the locations and each event will be aired on SCWrestling.co.cc! Trust me when i tell you; you are NOT going to want to miss out on these historic dates!

Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. First from Amarillo, Texas and weighing in at over 280 pounds. Let me introduce you to WYATT PETERSON!!!

"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. 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!”

Justin: His opponent hails from Detroit Michigan and weighs in at 240 pounds. He is known as the KING OF KINGS....KAIN!!!

The song, On We March, fills the air with its thumping bass drum and the noise creeps its way in. As the ominous bass-line begins to play, Kain walks out. As the crowd spews their venom towards Kain, he replies back with an angry snarl, his eyes never wavering from the ring. As soon as he finishes his walk down the ramp he takes off his robe. Kain's muscular body is shown from head to foot and while the crowd boos at him, the women cannot help but scream for him while the men cannot help but be jealous of his look and stature, cameras flashing everywhere in the arena. He places both hands on the top rope from the apron and jumps on it. A second later, Kain executes a forward-flip. As he lands into the ring, flaming pyro explodes from all four sides. Kain makes his way to each corner of the ring, pumping his right fist in the air, trash-talking to the crowd and acknowledging them as the cameras flash rapidly from the crowd. He steps down from the last turnbuckle, walks over to his corner, then provides a cold, icy stare at Wyatt showing no fear to the bigger man.

Adams: Oh yeah, we could not get this match started any sooner. I mean look at those two, they are going to tear this place up.

Simone: They are definitely both impressive fighters. This match is looking like it is going to be quite the matchup.

DING DING DING

VS
SINGLES MATCH

Wyatt looks Kain over sizing him up. He is all smiles while Kain scowls at him. Kain takes a step back motioning for Wyatt to come at him. Wyatt nods at this and takes a wild swing at him, Kain ducks under the haymaker and delivers a kick to his side. He then sets Wyat up for a russian leg sweep and knocks him off his feet.

Simone: Kain moving quickly and with precision. He wants Wyatt off his feet as much as possible.

Adams: And it looks like he is not letting up. Kain is kicking Wyatt hard to keep him down.

After giving Wyatt two hard kicks to his side, Kain runs to the back ropes. He punts Wyatt hard in the side causing the big man to roll over in pain. Kain throws his arms up looking for a quick victory, the crowd jeers the man.

Adams: Kain is scary.

Kain performs a standing moonsault on Wyatt and goes for the pin.

Simone: I thought this one was over but Wyatt dug deep.

Adams: I want to root for the big guy but I don’t want Kain to hear me...I mean that guy really does scare me.

Kain is not happy with that count. He slams his elbow down against Wyatts body then leaps up to confront the referee about the count. Wyatt is stumbling to his feet. The crowd is cheering for him to get up.

Simone: Kain better focus on his opponent or he is going to lose his advantage.

Almost as is Kain can hear her he turns to see Wyatt getting up. He marches over to her ready to strike but Wyatt gets in a quick body blow. He then he lunges up jamming his shoulder into Kain and knocking him to his feet. This causes a huge pop from the audience.

Adams: There we go. That look like it hurt!

Wyatt yells out another YEEEEHAAAW the grabs Kain, lifting him off his feet and tossing him into a corner. He charges forward hitting his opponent with a big knee. Kain stumbles forward looking mildly dazed.

Simone: Things have shifted quickly in Wyatt’s favor.

Adams: It helps when your such a big bruiser like Wyatt.

Wyatt grabs Kain and hits a massive gorilla press slam. Wyatt is smiling as the crowd is on their feet going nuts. Wyatt seems ready to finish this but he stops to stare at the ramp. Tom Dudley is there slowly walking down the ramp. Wyatt is yelling at him to leave.

Adams: Oh my it looks like this match is about to get a lot more interesting.

Simone: What is he even doing here? This does not concern him.

Adams: It involves Wyatt so of course it concerns Tom, he has become obsessed with messing with his old student.

Dudely is now at the bottom of the ramp smiling at an enraged. He doesn’t notice that Kain has gotten up. Kain swings his elbow at the back of Wyatts head causing the big man to stagger forward. He then turns him around, dazed. He hits Wyatt with a quick DDT. He is up quick and grabs Wyatt’s legs trying for a figure four leg lock.

Simone: This match is quickly running away from Wyatt. He needs to keep his focus.

Adams: Its hard to do when Tom is standing there messing with him.

In fact Tom Dudely is simply staring at Wyatt while he struggles to get out of the submission hold. He strains to reach the ropes as Kain keeps pushing on him. The crowd is both booing Kain and yelling at Wyatt to reach the rope. The big man is able to reach it and the ref yells at Kain to break the hold. Kain keeps it in until the ref threatens to end the match.

Adams: How much does Wyatt have left?

Simone: Not sure, but between Kain and Tom the young fighter is certainly being tested.

Both men are getting up but Wyatt seems to be moving faster. His smile is gone. Right as Kain is coming to his feet Wyatt knocks him back down with a closeline. The crowd is loving it.

Simone: Well what ever he has left might be enough.

Kain is staggering to his feet. Wyatt calls out another YEEEHAAA and slams into Kain as he is getting up.

Adams: Wicked sprear....he took Kain right of his feet. This match is all but over. Give him the boot Wyatt.

Simone: Your only doing that because you think Kain might be knocked out.

Wyatt is up again and the crowd is cheering him. He spins around with a smile that quickly fades when he sees Tom Dudely standing nearby. Tom is giving him a slow mocking clap. Wyatt moves towards him telling him to come to the ring.

Simone: Don’t go there Wyatt, finish your match.

Tom just smiles and keeps clapping, this seems to get Wyatt more pissed off. The young fighter is red faced and cursing at Tom. Kain is starting to get up but Wyatt doesn’t seem to care.

Adams: Crap, this is not going to end well.

Dudley motions for Wyatt to look behind him. Wyatt grimaces and spins with a will haymaker. Kain, who was right behind him ducks under it and performs a spinning back kick right into Wyatt’s gut.

Simone: That would be Kains set up for the Quickening...

Sure enough, Kain leaps in the air. He connects with the Quickening and Wyatt falls down hard.

Adams: Kain is going for the pin!

1....
2...
..kickout!

Adams: Ok, Kain might scare me, but Wyatt is hardcore. That boy can take a beating.

Wyatt gets to his feet, but while the ref is distracted Tom reaches out and trips him. Wyatt falls to his knees and Kain notices this. He runs over and punts Wyatt in the head, causing the big man to roll over. Kain drops down on Wyatt putting him in an anconda vice grip.

Simone: I have not seen Kain use that hold before.

Adams: Me either, but it looks painful.

The crowd is chanting for Wyatt to break it, but they are in the center of the ring. The bigger man tries to fight it hoping to overpower Kain, but it seems like a loosing battle. But he refuses to tap, his face red from fighting. Kain screams at him to give up. Wyatt looks to be slowing down and crowd errups in boos.

Simone: I don’t think Wyatt can get out of this one.

The bigger man yells out and then taps out. The ref calls for the bell but Kain does not break the hold. Tom has just come into the ring now to get closer to the action, the ref is yelling at Kain to break the hold. Finally he does and leaps up to be declared the winner. Tom Dudely smiles at Wyatts fallen body. He gives him one hard kick and then walks away.

Simone: That was uncalled for!

Adams: What do you expect, Tom has become a huge punk.

Simone: Well I hate to say it but Kain put on a brutal show for the world.

Adams: Yeah but Wyatt did not make it easy for him.

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Bianca's laying on her back across her leather couch in her locker room. Her knees brought up to her chest, as she paints her toe nails a bright red color to match her finger nails. One foot at a time swaying in the air to help dry the paint. Her curls falling over the side of the couch. As her cell phone rings, she pauses a moment to grab her new iPhone and settles it between her cheek and her shoulder. Her curls falling more over the side of the couch and brushes the floor. "Ciao" She pauses as if listening to someone then tries to answer them, but painting her nails and talking in such a manner is difficult to do. "Un momento...si, si, si...un momento."

She grabs the phone and pushes the speaker button, setting the phone on her chest. "Ok, I can hear you.."

The sound of another woman's voice comes across the phone. She's got a New York accent and she sounds somewhat young, "So what happened? Are you gonna tell me, or do I need to fly over there and beat it out of you?" Bianca laughs and shakes her head,

"No no, I'm just...I don't know I really thought that Giani was going to show up and take me out, ya know?" "Well what did you expect?" The woman continues, "The body may come from Nautilus, but the brains were shipped in by Matel. He's obviously not smart enough to see what he has right in front of him." Bianca nods a little and pouts, "Si, you're right, mia amica. I don't know what I was expecting, really. I didn't sign up in this company to hook up, I signed up to further my career - and all this man stuff is clouding my head...I mean hell! I lost my last match because of all this crap. I'm done."

There's a chuckle over the phone, "Ok love, well I gotta run - me and the girls are going out for Dim Sum." Bianca groans and giggles, "Stop it! You're making me home sick." "Sorry chickie. Ok I'll talk to you later, bye!" "Ciao, sweetheart." They hang up and Bianca continues to paint her nails with a gentle sigh,

"Yeah..done, huh? Girl you have got to get your head together. Giani just couldn't handle a real woman, and that's ok." She closes the polish bottle and kicks her feet gently in the air, letting her head fall off of the side of the couch, looking at the world around her upside down. "Oh well" She sighs and the camera fades out.

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"Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to blast throughout the arena and a mixed reaction comes from the crowd as Nick Jones walks out through the back curtain, and for the first time in over five months, is without the SCW Heavyweight Championship.

Simone: Well here comes the former champion and I imagine he cannot be in a particularly good mood.

Adams: Why's that? Did he eat that nasty food they had setup backstage too? That stuff has been killing me.

Simone: Actually, I was more referring to his loss of the SCW Heavyweight Championship just one week ago to Rage.

Adams: Oh right, that.

Almost as rare as his lack of title, Nick is also coming out to the ring completely alone. Nick has a very serious look on his face, as he makes a bee-line straight down the ramp. Nick then climbs the steel steps and walks across the apron before climbing in through the ropes. Nick then walks right over to Justin Decent, who hands him a microphone before climbing out of the ring as the music is cut and Nick begins to speak.

Nick: Well I guess a congratulations goes out to the new SCW Heavyweight Champion, Rage.

Simone: Looks like the former champ is being gracious in his defeat.

The fans erupt into cheers and applause as Nick is slowly clapping his hands together for a few moments before continuing speaking.

Nick: Even if it did take him two tries, the second one coming right on the heels of me being involved in the biggest match in SCW history and with him needing the help of a mere four friends to get the job done.

Simone: And there's the Nick Jones we all know so well.

Adams: What are you talking about? That's been him the whole time.

Simone: Oh, forget it.

The crowd's reaction quickly changes, as the snide remarks from Nick draws a round of boos. Nick hesitates for a moment, and can be seen taking a deep breath and shaking it off for a moment before raising the microphone back up and continuing on.

Nick: Not that I'm judging of course. After all, I've said for quite some time that in the end, a win is still a win. Of course that brings us back to an interesting question. Up until last week, I had gone my entire SCW career without losing even one singles match. I had an over 5-month long championship reign with successful defenses against every big name this company has had, when there was not one successful defense of that title by either of the champions prior to me. Perhaps most importantly of all, the first time Rage and I stepped in that ring together, I made him just another statistic in the win column as I went on my way. Yeah Rage, you may have won last week and there's nothing I can do to change that now, but there's one thing that I can do, and will do, and that means getting my rematch and taking back MY title.

A mixed reaction comes from the crowd with Nick's last statement, with a seeming division amongst those excited for that possible match and those taking issue with Nick's claim.

Nick: Of course until we step back into that ring it's all talk, but let's talk facts, there is one thing you and I both know, that all of the guys and gals watching in the back know, that the SCW higher ups know and even all of these fans know. That's the simple fact that I've already beaten you once before. So the bottom line is, with one win a piece in our head to head matchups, while you may be the champion, the score is still tied. So I think it's about time that we settle the score, and prove who the best man really is. So what I'm trying to say is, at the next supercard...

Nick is cut off mid-sentence as "Thugz Passion" by Tupac starts to blast out over the PA and the fans cheer loudly as Jordan Williams walks out onto the stage, microphone already in hand.

Simone: After their conversation last week, you knew it had to only be a matter of time before Jordan Williams arrived on the scene.

Jordan walks straight down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on the way down before jumping up onto the apron and playing up to the crowd. Jordan then climbs into the ring and walks right towards Nick, waiting for his music to be cut before he begins speaking.

Jordan: Hold up just one second there, Nicky. Before you go any further, allow me to chime in. First off let me just say, I was certainly disappointed to see how that match ended up last week. Now that's nothing against Rage, but there was nothing more that I wanted to see was the next supercard headline Jordan Williams verses Nick Jones Part II, with the SCW Championship on the line. That was a hell of a match you two had there, and as close as it possibly could have been, but what it all comes down to is Rage is now the champ, and that scenario simply is not going to happen. That said, there's one thing I made crystal clear to you before you ever stepped into that ring last week, which was that win, lose or draw, me and you still had unfinished business, and title or not, we're still having our match.

The fans cheer loudly at that as Nick cannot help but smile, while shaking his head at Jordan.

Nick: That sounds great, Jordan, but let's get a few things straight. For starters, I'm still more than happy to have another match against you that can be even bigger and better than the one we had last month... once the time is right. You see, last week didn't change what will happen, it just changed WHEN it will happen. As the former champion, I'm due my rematch, and everyone knows there's got to be a title match to headline the supercard, so there's only one logical conclusion to all of this. I know you want your match, and you'll get it, but for the time being, you're just going to have to wait.

Jordan: That's quite an interesting theory you have there. And I won't argue for a moment that you need to get your shot at that belt again, but who's to say you're next in line? I think it's pretty obvious to everyone here that if you were still the champion today, the next man in line for a title shot, to main event the next supercard, would be yours truly. Now I would say, that gives me more than enough reason to stake a claim for that spot myself if I really wanted it. So I guess the question becomes, since unfortunately we can't have our match against each other AND have either one of us in a title match, which one is it? Do you want to give these fans what they've been hoping and expecting to see? Or do you want to test your luck in thinking that when push comes to shove, our buddy Mark will decide to give that shot to you over me? That's quite the gamble if you ask me.

Nick: Listen man, I get what you're saying here. You want this match, I want this match and the fans want this match, but we've got to be reasonable here. This title situation needs to be resolved sooner rather than later, and if there's anyone who's going to be getting a shot, do you think it's really going to be the guy who just had one and lost it only three weeks ago?

Jordan: Well I can't imagine losing to a former champ three weeks ago is any worse than losing to the current champ one week ago.

A round of laughter comes from the crowd as even Nick can't help crack a smile at that comeback.

Nick: Well that creates quite the dilemma doesn't it? So if neither of us are deserving, then who really is?

In what could have not possibly been better timing, the PA system comes alive again as "King Of Kings" by Motorhead starts to blast over it.

Simone: Oh great. What does he want?

Adams: Probably to talk to Nick and Jordan.

Simone: How observant of you.

Adams: Thanks.

The fans loudly boo as Kain walks out through the curtain, as both Nick and Jordan stand there glaring in his direction. Kain walks down the ramp, up the steel steps and then leaps right over the top rope from the apron into the ring. Kain then walks over towards the far side of the ring, reaching out and having a microphone passed in to him before turning back to Jordan and Nick as his music is cut.

Kain: Well I think that should answer your question right there, now shouldn't it, Nick?

Kain smiles at that, while getting less than amused looks from both Nick and Jordan as the crowd responds with boos.

Kain: I think you both got one thing right, neither of you deserve a shot at that belt. I also think Nick made another good point, the time for you two to have your rematch is not now. There's two things I deserve more than anyone else in this entire company, another shot at you, Nick, and another shot at that belt.

Nick: Oh really? Do tell.

Kain: What's there to tell? Actions speak louder than words Nick and you know better than anyone that when I made my return to SCW, I made a damn clear point. I did in a moment what this punk...

Kain points at Jordan while he continues speaking.

Kain: ... couldn't do over the course of an entire match, I took you, the then-reigning SCW Champion, down in the blink of an eye. That right there, made both of my points for me. I haven't been given a shot at you or that belt since back in February.

Nick: That'd be the Blaze of Glory main event which I won that you're talking about, right?

Jordan: Yeah, and didn't you disappear from SCW shortly after that too, Kain?

Smiles come across the face of both Nick and Jordan as the fans cheer and a look of annoyance grows across the face of Kain.

Kain: Laugh it up all you like, but let's just get some facts straight. It took an entire match full of interference from your little lackeys, and another loser in Damon Synn in that match for you to get the pin on, for me to lose that match. My absence is completely inconsequential. The point is from the beginning I never got the one on one shot that I truly deserved and it's the only reason I'm not the current reigning SCW Champion. The fact that chump Rage got his second shot before I got one legitimate one is a joke. So I want that to be all cleared up, and that means I'll gladly put you in your place Nick, but more importantly, I'll be the one to face, and defeat, Rage for that title.

Nick: Do you know why you never got a one-on-one shot against me? Because you didn't deserve it, that's why. You never deserved a shot at all, the only reason you got one was because a week before Blaze of Glory, my opponent went running scared out of the company and so our matches got combined, giving you and your opponent a completely unearned shot at my belt. The outcome should have been obvious to everyone before the bell even rang, and it turned out exactly as should be expected. You got lucky you were given the shot, and did nothing to prove you earned another one. Given the fact that you weren't even around here since then to prove otherwise, I'm not sure what argument you've got here.

Kain: That's quite a convenient spin on things you have there, but the only thing unearned about that match was your victory in it. The truth is look at who I'm really have this conversation with. Some guy nobody could care less about who's entire SCW success is based on his best friend being a company co-owner, who is just a week removed from a pathetic loss to the current champion, and a washed-up old has-been who is just three weeks removed from a loss to that sorry loser. I'm a proven fighter and a proven winner, and I've done it all on my own. I'm the King of Kings and soon enough, I'll also be the champion of champions.

Jordan: Listen little boy, you talk a good game, but you need to just back off here and let the grown-ups handle their business. Just because you came in and got yourself involved after me and Nick put on the greatest match in this company's history doesn't mean you actually belong in the ring with us. If you want your shot at Nick I'm sure he'd be glad to give it to you, and if you really think I'm that old and washed up, I'd be happy to prove you wrong, and who knows, maybe the SCW higher-ups would be willing to give you a title shot, and I'm sure Rage would have no problem with it, but as far as all of that is concerned, you need to get to the back of the line. You may get there eventually, but your time is certainly not now. Nick here has certainly got his claim for his shot and I think I've already made it more than clear that when I'm done making my point in my rematch against Nick, I'll be the one to take that belt off of Rage's waist. But beyond even that, I've got one more reason I'll give to you if you still aren't sure. The reason that I'm going to be getting shots at both Nick and the title long before you ever do is really rather simple, it's because... I'M TOO GOOD FOR YA!!

The crowd erupts into cheers as "Thugz Passion" by Tupac starts to play again and Jordan throws his microphone right into Kain's chest. Jordan then hops up onto the turnbuckle and throws his arms up into the air to more cheers as Nick watches, shaking his head and laughing, while Kain looks rather displeased. Kain then slides right out of the ring as Nick turns and starts to climb out through the ropes. Nick however comes to a complete stop as he looks back into the ring, and sees Kain slide right back in, with a steel chair in hands. Kain lines himself right up behind where Jordan is on the turnbuckle, readies himself and waits.

Simone: Kain has Jordan lined up, and Jordan doesn't even know it's coming.

Adams: Maybe he's just going to offer Jordan a place to sit.

Simone: Oh, will you shut up?

As Jordan is about to start climbing down, Kain pulls the chair back behind his head and is ready to swing, when suddenly Nick comes right up behind him and pulls the chair out from his hands. Kain, caught completely off guard, quickly spins around only to get smashed right over the top of the head with a steel chair shot from Nick, causing the fans to explode with cheers. The sound of the shot clearly grabs Jordan's attention, as he leaps off the turnbuckle and spins around with his hands raised to fight as he sees Nick standing just a couple of feet away with a steel chair in his hands. Jordan then looks down and notices Kain laid out right in front of him and looks back up at Nick with a slightly confused look on his face. Nick then takes the chair and tosses it down onto the mat right next to Kain before turning and climbing out of the ring and walking up the ramp as "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to play.

Simone: Am I seeing things, or did Nick Jones just save Jordan Williams from Kain?!

Adams: I don't know if you're seeing other things, but that totally just happened!

Simone: Well that's about the last thing I expected to see out here tonight. I'm not complaining, but you have to wonder what's been going on with Nick Jones lately.

Jordan climbs out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp, watching Nick the entire time with a somewhat perplexed look on his face. Once Nick reaches the top, he turns and looks back to the ring, causing Jordan to stop at the middle of the ramp and turn back as well. Inside of the ring, Kain has stumbled back up to his feet and is leaning up against the ropes, holding the back of his head as he stares down both men. While he cannot be heard, watching his mouth it is rather obvious Kain is screaming some obscenities in the direction of both Nick and Jordan, while the three men all exchange stares as the scene cuts away from ringside.

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Before the main event all the bombshell are seen walking behind Brooklyn Carter as she goes to leave for her big match against Misty. The face Bombshells were cheering and hollering her on while the heels were bitching and snickering to each other. As Brooklyn walked off out of sight the cameras picked up on Misty randomly walking past the Marquee. Odette had the megaphone in hand and she was going to use it.

Odette: Hey Misty…

Misty turned her attention to a tipsy Odette

Odette: Too Good for the party hey?

Misty just ignored her and went to walk off

Odette: Hey Misty… win or lose tonight your welcome to join the after party!!!!

Misty just shook her head and walked off appalled that Odette would even ask such thing from her. Odette dropped her bottom lip and turned to face Bianca megaphone still in hand

Odette: Why does she hate me?

Bianca’s hand snapped up to cover her right ear after Odette just shouted into it via megaphone. Karina walked in and took the megaphone out of Odette’s hand and tossed it over towards the side shattering it into tiny pieces. Shaking her head Karina told Odette to shh before she walked off as the camera faded.

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Justin: Ladies and gentlemen THIS is your main event of the evening scheduled for ONE FALL! And it is for the SCW Bombshell Championship!

The crowd gives a massive pop for the announcement as they are ready for what should be an incredible match between two of the best female wrestlers in the company.

Simone: I’ve been waiting for this!

Adams: The question on everyone’s mind is this though: will Misty be able to break out of her rut that she’s currently in and retain her title? She lost the NWA Cruiserweight Championship on a recent addition of WCCW Nightmare and you just know that’s going to be on her mind!

Simone: Whatever the result is you can bet that the bombshells attending the backstage party being held by Odette Ryder will be watching closely, provided, off course, if Jessie Salco doesn’t cause any more mischief.

As the commentators discuss the match the lights in the arena go out. Several seconds pass, then the beginning to “What You Want” by Evanescence starts to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the beat of the music, when Misty appears from backstage.

Justin: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 5ft 6 inches tall and weighing 130ibs, she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Champion Misty!

She stands at the entrance, and Misty hoists her Bombshell title above her, showing it off with a smug grin on her face, as the crowd viciously boos her. She ignores the booing, and then places the Bombshell title over her right shoulder before she slowly starts walking to the ring. When she reaches the ring, she walks up the steel steps and steps through the ropes, entering the ring. Misty walks over to one of the corner turnbuckles, stepping up to the second rope, where she once again hoists the belt above her to loud chorus of booing. After a few moments, she jumps down, ignoring the crowd, heads to the center of the ring, waiting for the match to begin, she bounces up and down in the ring to warm herself up for the match as the Evanescence song fades and is quickly replaced by the scream of HEEEELLLLOOOOO BROOOOOKKKLLLYYYNNNNN that blasts through the speakers, the crowd jump to their feet as the arena grows dark.

Justin: Introducing the challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, standing 5ft 4 inches tall and weighing in at 140lbs BROOKLYN CARTER!

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.

Simone: What do you think of the two ladies Jason?

Adams: Well I wouldn’t mind sleeping with either of them, that’s for sure…..

Simone: I meant as it relates to the match.

Adams: OH! Well they’re both the same height but Brooklyn has a slight weight advantage over Misty, however Misty has speed advantage so it’s anyone’s game!

She makes her way further down the ramp but doesn’t get a chance to enter the ring as Misty comes charging through the ropes with a suicide dive, the crowd boos the Bombshell Champion but it’s clear that she could not care less as she pounds away at Brooklyn’s face.

Simone: Misty’s not wasting any time here!

Adams: She’s already lost one of her titles; do you really think she wants to lose both?

The referee pokes his head through the ropes and yells at Misty to stop the attack and bring Brooklyn into the ring so that the match can start officially, Misty lets up the attack and forces Brooklyn to her feet before rolling the larger woman into the ring, Misty quickly follows Brooklyn into the ring and the ref quickly signals for the bell.

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Simone: He can’t be serious, Brooklyn’s in no shape to fight after that cheap shot!

Adams: I think that was Misty’s idea.

Misty wastes no time in going for a cover 1….2…..Brooklyn kicks out of the pin attempt and Misty glares at the referee slapping her hand three times in protest, the ref stands his ground however and Misty forces Brooklyn to her feet only to be met with a jawbreaker that stuns her, with Misty’s back turned to Brooklyn the challenger grabs her by the head and drops the champion with a Reverse DDT before going for a cover of her own 1…..2…..Misty kicks out.

Simone: And just like that Brooklyn’s back in the driver’s seat!

Adams: Did you really think she’d give up this chance this easily?

Brooklyn doesn’t argue with the ref instead she forces Misty back to her feet and starts exchanging punches with the champion, they go back and forth for a few minutes before Brooklyn forces Misty into a corner and Misty slouches down to a sitting position against the bottom turnbuckle whilst shielding herself, the ref forces her to back off and whilst his back is turned Misty quickly undoes the middle turnbuckle pad and when Brooklyn goes to continue the assault Misty drives her face first into the exposed turnbuckle much to the crowd’s disgust.

Simone: Oh come on! How did the ref not see her undo the turnbuckle padding?

Adams: It’s at a low angle, besides wrestlers usually undo the top turnbuckle not the other two so it’s something the ref wouldn’t expect.

A close-up of Brooklyn’s face reveals that she has been busted open by Misty’s underhanded tactics but Misty doesn’t let this stop her from quickly rolling her up and placing her feet on the ropes 1…2…..the ref notices Misty’s feet on the ropes and forces her to remove them, she argues with the ref protesting her innocence but the ref isn’t fooled and Misty turns her attention back to Brooklyn.

Simone: Misty’s getting desperate already.

Adams: Isn’t it obvious? She wants to hold on to her title no matter what.

Misty forces Brooklyn to her feet and starts pulling at her hair, the ref issues a five count but Misty lets go at the four count and subsequently locks in a choke hold, Brooklyn’s recovered enough however to fight back first with a series of punches to the midsection and then by pushing her towards the opposite ropes, Misty bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Brooklyn, bounces off the opposite ropes and connects with a Flying Clothesline that sends Brooklyn down to the mat.

Simone: And just like that Misty’s back in control.

Adams: Like her or not, and it’s easier to list the people that like her than it is to list the people that don’t, Misty’s the champion for a damn good reason!

Misty observes her handiwork with a cocky smirk before taunting the crowd, the crowd boos her and she blows them off but she takes too long and gives Brooklyn a chance to roll her up 1…2….Misty kicks out and quickly delivers some swift stomps to Brooklyn’s head, Misty stops to yell “YOU WILL NEVER BE CHAMPION BITCH!” before going for a cover 1….2…..kickout.

Simone: Misty’s getting arrogant and it’s costing her.

Adams: Getting arrogant?

Misty stands back up and leans against the ropes taking a moment to observe her work before screaming at Brooklyn to get up, Brooklyn slowly gets to her feet and once she’s back on her feet Misty charges at her and goes for a running variation of the Hurricanrana, however all she’s able to do is try to take Brooklyn over for the move as Brooklyn has enough fight left in her to power Misty back up and drive her through the mat with a powerbomb.

Simone: Where did that come from?!

Adams: When the title’s on the line you’ll do anything to win!

The move has taken a lot out of both women and they are both out on the mat, the ref starts administrating a ten count as the crowd start duel Misty/Brooklyn chants.

Simone: Either the end of the world is nigh or the fans are chanting for Misty.

Adams: Regardless of alignment the fans appreciate the efforts of both women even if some of Misty’s tactics have been underhanded.

The ref reaches a count of seven and by that time both women are on their feet, Misty is standing on her own power whilst Brooklyn is using the turnbuckle that Misty drove her into earlier for support, the ref stops the count and Misty collects her bearings before charging at Brooklyn but the challenger sees her coming and drops Misty into the middle turnbuckle with a drop toe hold, the same one Misty exposed and busted Brooklyn open with earlier in the match.

Simone: HAH! Misty just got a taste of her own medicine.

Adams: Intentional or not that has definitely changed the tone of the match!

Like earlier in the match a close-up of Misty’s face reveals that the collision has left her busted open and Misty quickly realizes it, she turns around and Brooklyn starts stomping away at her upper body to the enjoyment of the crowd, the ref issues a five count before forcing Brooklyn to back off which she does reluctantly, Misty gets back to her feet and Brooklyn charges at her looking for her finisher the Carter Spear, however Misty sidesteps the attempt thinking that it would either send her flying shoulder first into the turnbuckle or into the exposed turnbuckle again, Brooklyn takes a third option however and stops herself mid-charge, waits for Misty to the turn around and when she does Brooklyn practically levels her with a clothesline.

Simone: Damn! I bet the bombshells in the back felt that one!

Adams: Hell I felt that Clothesline from here!

Brooklyn sees the opportunity and goes for a cover 1….2…..Misty kicks out just in time but Brooklyn doesn’t let up stomping away at the champion with all her might before climbing the turnbuckles, she makes a belt motion across her waist before leaping looking for a Frog Splash.

Simone: Frog Splash coming up!

Adams: NO! Misty got the knees up just in time!

Misty forces herself to her feet with the aid of the ropes and starts climbing the nearest turnbuckle; she waits for Brooklyn to get close enough to her before leaping off the turnbuckle and hitting her with the Dream Crusher Shooting Star DDT.

Simone: DREAM CRUSHER! IT’S OVER! MISTY RETAINS!

Adams: Wait, who the hell is that!?

Whilst this has been going on an unknown woman has made her way down to ringside to observe the action and apparently give Misty support.

Simone: I believe that’s Electra Blaze, she’s an old rival of Misty’s.

Adams: But why is she here?

Misty rolls Brooklyn onto her back not noticing Electra’s presence at ringside but as she is going for a cover Electra hops onto the apron and the ref starts arguing with her, Misty gets off of Brooklyn and joins in the screaming match not noticing a fourth woman entering the ring having entered via the audience.

Simone: That’s Roxanne, what’s she doing here!?

Before Jason can answer Roxanne grabs Misty from behind and drives her through the mat with a devastating Straightjacket Suplex, she rolls Brooklyn’s unconscious body on top of Misty’s and leaves the ring just as quickly as she arrived.

Simone: Straightjacket Suplex! Those two women may have just cost Misty the title!

Adams: Normally I’d complain but it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person!

Electra, seeing Roxanne’s work is done, quickly hops of the apron and motions for the ref to turn around, he does and sees Brooklyn covering Misty, he drops down to administer the count 1…..2…..3!!!!!

Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! BROOKLYN CARTER!

The crowd goes wild for Brooklyn as her music plays over the speaker system, however Brooklyn is in no condition to do any celebrating as she is still unconscious from Misty’s finisher, Misty on the other hand is regaining her bearings and has just realized what has happened, she leans against the bottom rope and glares at Electra and Roxanne as the two women high-five each other as they retreat up the ramp.

Adams: A new champion AND Misty has two new rivals to worry about, what will happen next week?! Tune in and find out!

Simone: Good night everyone!

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THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Odette, Matthew Kennedy, Aleksei, Ro, Vixen, Derek, Dez, Hangman, Casey, Craig and Tom. Also thank you to Lucas Darby for the match images and to our SCW roleplayers.