MM: You listen here young lady, I don’t care if you like to be called Jessie or Slutty McBigTits because that is slander and I can easily have you arrested for it.

Odette: Actually she’s right, you may not have had any direct involvement but you did bring him into the country in the first place! Oh and you just called her that in front of the one person you shouldn’t call her that in front of.

Marty blinks before turning around and seeing Jake standing there.

Odette rests her right hand on Marty’s shoulder and laughed near his ear

Odette: to put this politely big guy… you’re rooted.

Taking her hand off of Marty’s shoulder Odette quickly wiped it on her t-shirt.

MK: You need to watch your mouth too Odette, just because you’ve got the bombshell gold doesn’t make you untouchable…

Odette just looked at Jessie and smiled brightly.

Odette: Jessie, correct me if I’m wrong but did that kind of sound a little bit like a threat?

Jessie: Sounded like one to me Odette.

Flicking a long strand of brown hair behind her shoulder Odette laughed.

Jessie: I wonder how Mark and Christian would deal with that?

MM: Oooo I don’t think we have to involve them… that’s not was Matthew was intending... I can assure you...

The two bombshells looked at each other and smirked as Marty and Matthew started to back pedal and explain their selves. Jake was now standing behind Jessie watching this situation very closely.

MK: Look we came here to talk to you two about the recent Burnside promo where he cleared us off all culpability……

Jessie: You still brought him into the country.

MM: Yes but we never thought he’d go that far, so err…..friends?

Odette: Friends with the biggest pervert on the roster? As if.

Matthew and Marty walk off and Jake shakes his head.

Jake: Well that was fun, now if you excuse me I’m leaving the arena.

Jessie: Why?

Jake: Casey asked me to be on standby if Jason ever reveals where Laura’s being held, don’t worry I won’t be too far away.

Jake walks off and the two bombshells walk off in the opposite direction as the scene fades.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Asian Invasion, starting right here in Singapore for our first Climax Control of the tour. I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: and I'm Jason Adams

Simone: Tonight, we have a smaller then expected card, thanks to border control and people watches that don't work

Adams: We still have four great matches and some special feature, and great breaking news

Simone: You're right, tonight we have a very special feature. After a surprise appearance at Summer XXXTreme, we will be showing the first ever TSSA match, from way back in 1994! Also, Gabriel has said he will be here to address Sean Williams about recent comments Gabriel made about Sean's personal choices

Adams: And big time breaking news, Party Horde member Giani Di Luca, the BACW Empire State champion for five months plus, has agreed to sign for SCW as an in ring talent after his BACW contract ran out last week. Giani will be in Bangkok next week to sign a deal, live in front of the fans

Simone: But let's talk about tonight, tonight, the first of 4 big matches as Wyatt Peterson will finally get his hands on Tom Dudely

Adams: Not the only grudge match we have tonight, Casey Williams will get his hands on Jason Burnside, in an attempt to win his kidnapped girlfriend, Laura, back. The bosses have accepted this match will be hard to control, so have told referee Drew Patton to let things flow

Simone: We move on to a match for wrestling purests, as Jordan Williams takes on Chett Hangman Hawkins

Adams: Tonight's main event should be a riot too as The Party Girls defend the Bombshell Tag Team Championships against fiery Italians, Trish Newborn and Bianca Solderini

Simone: We also hear that we will find out all about the controversal ending to Summer XXXTreme. Christian Underwood will put to rest about who really should be SCW Heavyweight champion, Rage or Nick Jones

Adams: So let's get going as we kick off leg one of Asian Invasion!

The cameras return to ringside “GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!” violently slams over the personal address system before leading into “Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across it.

Adams: That beat can only mean one thing Simone

Simone: The arrival of the new Bombshell Champion Odette Ryder

Adams: Pure Hotness Simone!!! Singapore’s humidity is about to be kicked up a notch!

The sound of cheers can be heard await the arrival of one of their favourite bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. The curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply tapping her newly won Bombshell championship that is draped over her right shoulder. She is sporting a black ultra-tight off the shoulder t-shirt that is ripped in cheeky places that reads NXT and a short pair of bright red hot pants.

Simone: Look at her smile Jason I don’t think we have seen Odette this happy…

Adams: Wonder if she caught up with Gabriel before heading out here tonight… hey, hey, HEY?

Starting her short journey down the cold steel ramp Odette takes her time soaking in all the cheers and chants, reaching out to slap a few fans hands on her way down. Once at the bottom of the ramp Odette walks quickly up the steel steps the sound of her Steve Maddens clicking on the steel bringing a smile to her face. After Odette enters the ring she adjusts her championship belt.

Simone: During the course of this week Odette has had words with both of her opponents from Summer XXXtreme over twitter. Hopefully were about to get some answers about that.

Adams: oh yeah one of those twitter fights got a bit heated with the C word being dropped… Kids… Don’t drop the C word!!

Running her fingers across the shiny surface of her belt Odette licks her lips and points out to the crowd while Justin races over to hand her a microphone. Odette’s piercing green eyes focus up towards the ramp as ‘Blood in my eyes’ fades from the PA system. Walking around the ring Odette licks her lips and lets the fans cheers die down before bringing the microphone to her lips to speak.

Odette: Wow, Wow, Wow… what a week, in fact what a month. Together you the Sin City Wrestling Family and I have been through. The highs, the lows, the in between, the backstabbing, the betrayal, the fight, the fears and finally last Sunday it all paid off. We all got to go home and celebrate. Last Sunday each and every single Rydernite in the world helped me become a champion… the SCW Bombshell Champion to be precise. But tonight it’s not about me, it’s not about my win or my championship it’s about you the fans… Tonight I come out here to thank you because if it wasn’t for your constant support, your respect, your cheers and your motivation I wouldn’t be where I am today... so I want you all to give out an almighty cheer not for me not for any of the other SCW Superstar or Bombshell but for yourselves.

Odette dropped the microphone down from her lips and started to clap. The fans in the sold out arena were on their feet chanting and cheering doing as Odette had asked them too.

Adams: She is way too nice…

Bringing the microphone up to her lips once more Odette waited for the crowd to settle down once more before continuing.

Odette: Truly if it wasn’t for you guys and girls we wouldn’t have anything so thank you.

Was all the young Aussie could get out before a massive SCW SCW SCW chant took over getting a massive smile to beam on her face. Taking her time she let the fans chant on while talking back into the microphone.

Odette: but with every positive there is a negative which of course raises its ugly head… You see in my first week of being the Bombshell champion it seems that I have two fellow Bombshell’s on the paranoia cycle… sure I can be partly blamed for the situation for sending out a ‘cryptic’ tweet but seriously Brooklyn and Carly you both need to take a chill. I hope you are both watching backstage because just like my tweet said I have something to say… I wanted to say… well I just want to say thank you. Last Sunday night was the biggest wrestling match in my career thus far. Sure it wasn’t a brutal as Misty and Roxanne’s but I’m more than positive that we showed the World exactly what the bombshell’s in Sin City Wrestling are capable of.

A mixture of Carly, Brooklyn and Odette chants start up by the crowd as the Bombshell champion continues. Adjusting her championship belt to sit perfectly on her shoulder Odette continues to pace around the ring while talking.

Odette: Now Brooklyn I know what your most likely going to say, is that you didn’t really lose your championship because you weren’t in the deciding pin fall but darlin’ I’m more than willing and ready to give you your rematch… so just name a time, place… hell even the stipulation and I will prove to you once again that I am more than ready for this. This Bombshell championship isn’t going anywhere soon.

Running her finger across the nameplate the camera panned in to show ‘Odette Ryder’ written across it.

Odette: But Brooklyn please… please… listen to me when I say… if I wanted to go after you or if I have something to say to you… I won’t hide behind twitter… I’ll come find you and say it to your face. However you and Carly can keep saying that I’m delusion or even lost in the head… because it doesn’t matter as where I’m standing this is allllll very real.

Holding up her championship above her head the crowd lets out a massive cheer winking towards the cameraman she placed her belt back on her exposed shoulder.

Odette: Now speaking of Carly… I know exactly what little game she is playing and I just want you to all know it’s not working… so insult me all you want Carly, brag about how you’re going to get to me, how you’re going to make me tap… because just like at Summer XXXTreme I’ll prove to you again that I can beat you.

Boos for Carly but cheers for Odette as the Aussie Bombshell continues.

Odette: Now that’s enough about that… it’s time to celebrate and acknowledge how awesome you guys and girls are as fans in one of the many ways we know how… So ladies…

Dropping the microphone down to the canvas Odette raised both of her hands up in the air and started a SCW chant. The Singaporean fans excitedly joined in as Odette clapped them on, ducking out of the ring ‘Blood in My eyes’ slammed over the Personal Address system as Ms Ryder walked around the six side ring shaking and high fiving as many fan’s hands as she could. Stopping to hug a few kids as well and hell even some photos, while she was doing so Pussy Willows, Amanda Hugginkiss, Rocky Mountains, Brandi, Cookie, Vixen and Jessie Salco had come out to ring side and joined her. They all had big massive black bags and inside them were free t-shirts that they all precede too thrown out into the audience. As the Face ladies of SCW treated the fans the cameras quickly panned out to backstage.

Adams: I wonder if Mark and Christian know that the Bombshell's are throwing out free merchandise?

Simone: If not Odette will be in trouble

Adams: I have a feeling she likes trouble!

The opening chords to Nirvana’s “Come As You Are” starts to blast through the speakers, as the lights drop down. Flashing purple and blue lights flicker through the darkness as the words “You will believe…” covers the big screen. Smoke appears in the ring as the words on the screen changes to “… what I make you believe”. A flash of bright light jumps up from the middle of the ring, and Gabriel is seen standing already in the ring amongst the smoke and lights, wearing black leather pants and a black leather waistcoat, a long chain hanging from his neck, with a huge medallion with the letter G in a circle. He steps back, leaning back against the ropes, looking around the fans with an unfazed look across his face as Justin Decent hands him a microphone and Gabriel raises it to his lips as the music stops.

Gabriel: For those following me on Twitter, you won't be surprised to see me in the ring right now, but for those who haven't, let me give you a little backstory.

Gabriel flicks the hair out of his eyes and looks down the camera.

Gabriel: Not too long ago, there was a war of words between myself and that man known as Nightmare Sean Williams. I threw a lot of hard words at Sean about his drug use, about his life before a match where he teamed with Goth. This one spilled over on Twitter and I promised Sean an explanation tonight, so here I am, so Sean, come on out here.

The lights dim, and then completely shut off. Purple and black pyro fall from the sky, as Triple Beam Dreams blasts through the speakers, the crowd rise to their feet acknowledging Sean, who is standing at the top of the ramp playing to the crowd, he looks both ways before making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Sean hops up on the apron and plays to the crowd again before climbing between the ropes. He walks towards Gabriel, staring at him. The music stops and Gabriel continues

Gabriel: I owe you an explanation.

Sean nods at Gabriel

Gabriel: Here's the thing Sean. Before you even put a foot in Sin City Wrestling, I knew exactly who you were. Now you might think it was Synn talking about you but no Sean, it wasn't. Despayre and I were not wrestlers, but we was training and Synn pulled out this video showing this young guy throwing himself around the ring, taking risks no other man dared to think of Sean, that man was you. Synn told us if high flying was our choice, this is who we had to live up to.

Gabriel points at Sean.

Gabriel: Yes, you Sean. Despayre and I was told to be like you. Now I didn't know your past with Synn, but it was all good and then you showed up in SCW, a different man, a man that looks like a shadow of who he was, a man who's party, drink, drugs and one night stands had caught up with him, not even that bothered me Sean, but then you ended up rekindling whatever you had with Synn and that got my attention.

Sean raises an eyebrow at Gabriel, but a smirk on his face.

Gabriel: I had to take a look at you, and a look at Synn, and everyone in between, including Despayre. Now Despayre takes people at face value, he doesn't look under the skin, but I do Sean. I have to protect Despayre because he is like a little brother to me. I have to keep away the things that can effect him and you Sean, your lifestyle can effect him. I don't mock you for the drugs because I hate you, I do it because I want you to look in the mirror and see yourself for who you are, see what you can do to effect the man your with's, very own flesh and blood.

Sean scoffs at Gabriel, half turning away from him.

Gabriel: Synn changed my life and turned me in to a better man by giving me direction, you need that direction Sean. You wanna be part of Synn's life, you get Despayre along for the ride, and that drug lifestyle of yours don't fit, but you can be saved

Before Gabriel can continue, Sean pulls the microphone from his hand.

Sean: Something tells me that you’re giving me an ultimatum, and I don’t like being told what to do.

The crowd erupts, but Sean pays no attention brushing them off.

Sean: I’m the same man I was before and I proved that at Summer Xtreme in my match with Goth, I’m pretty sure you paid close attention to that match, but that’s now why I’m down here, yes the whole drama on Twitter really bugged me for a couple days because I never understood why people we’re so angry, was it because people assumed I had a drug problem? Who knows? And frankly who cares? I don’t owe you or anyone in that back area a damn thing, I may have had issues blocking my focus before but that won’t be an issue anymore.

Sean paces back and forth in the ring, holding the microphone in his hand.

Sean: I am rarely around Synn or his family to cause any issues dealing with his child, I have a child of my own to take care of and honestly Gabriel, I’m tired of having to explain myself to you when I shouldn’t, the only way we can settle this problem we have is in the ring.

The crowd cheers.

Sean: But wait, before we move onto that, I have a little announcement to make tonight, something that will bring nothing but terror through these SCW hallways and backstage area, I’ve been thinking that SCW doesn’t have a strong faction around, a strong group of people that could run this company, win championships, crush the competition, I mean [Pauses] You do have groups like NXT [Laughs] I always laugh when I mention their names, and then of course the Sins, but in the back of my head I’m thinking, WHO CARES? WHO CARES? So I’ve decided to take it upon myself to find those right groups of people to form one of the biggest FACTIONS SCW WILL EVER SEE.

The crowd erupts into cheers; a smirk grows across Sean’s face as he watches Gabriel look around, and trying to figure out what Sean was talking about.

Sean: Lucky for you Gabriel, you get to meet my first selection.

The arena grows dark, all you hear is a mic drop and Triple Beam Dreams blasting through the speakers, the lights flicker on and standing at the top of the ramp was James Huntington-Hawkes III, DJ Williams, & Brooklyn Carter, flashing behind them on the titan tron read the Dreamz Chasers, Sean walks up to Gabriel who is standing near the apron watching the other SCW Stars at the top, tapping him on his shoulder, Gabriel turns and connects with a right punch from Sean, the two go back and forth for a couple minutes, with Gabriel getting the best of Sean.

Sean: You wanted that old Sean back huh? I told you fools at Summer Xtreme that Sean Williams was dead, soon enough you will learn to respect me and what I’ve brought to this company and to these people, soon enough you will face NIGHTMARE. Now run and tell Synn what his BOYFRIEND just did to his little friend, once I'm done with you, me and my team will move to the TOP, winning titles, and scaring the hell out this corporation.

Sean tosses the mic down throwing it to the mat, he slams the chair in Gabriel midsection, Gabriel bends down holding onto his chest, Sean slams the chair down, reaching up and forcing Gabriel’s head between his arm, he lifts him up and connects with the DESTRUCTION on the chair. Gabriel laid there motionless, as Sean, DJ, and Hawkes stood in the ring with their hands up.

Simone: This is insane! Sean Williams has just brought together a new force in SCW!

Adams: Erm, where were the Sins when this was happening?

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a Hardcore Grudge Match! Introducing first, from Amarillo, Texas… “Big Country” 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!” before turning his attention towards the ramp to await him opponent.

Simone: This match was scheduled to happen at Summer XXXtreme, but Tom Dudely supposedly missed the boat.

Adams: What do you mean supposedly? If he hadn’t missed the boat, he definitely would have showed Wyatt a thing or two about being hardcore.

Simone: Puh-lease! The only reason Tom missed the boat was because he was hoping that his match with Wyatt would be cancelled. Christian Underwood would have none of it and rescheduled it for tonight.

Justin: And his opponent, hailing from Dudelyville… Tom Dudely!

“Indestructible” by Disturbed starts to play throughout the arena. The crowd starts to boo. The boos only grow louder as nobody appears at the top of the ramp.

Simone: Where’s Tom?

Adams: Isn’t it supposed to be where’s Waldo?

Christian Underwood walks out from the back with a microphone in his hand.

Christian: Cut the music, please!

The music stops. Wyatt holds up his hands in a questioning way.

Christian: Wyatt, I know you’re not going to be happy about this, but I just received word that Tom is having some Visa problems and was unable to make it to Singapore for tonight’s show.

The crowd boos as Wyatt starts pacing angrily in the ring.

Christian: Now, I know that this seems kind of suspicious that Tom hasn’t made it to the two shows where this match was supposed to take place. I’ve heard some people say that he’s trying to avoid the match altogether. Who knows? I will say this though, next week, in Bangkok, Thailand, this match will take place.

Wyatt has stopped pacing and now has a microphone.

Wyatt: Mr. Underwood, ah know it ain’t yer fault that Tom is bein’ a yella-bellied coward, but ah’m perdy fed up with the whole situation. What the hell makes ya think you’ll be able tah get him to show up in Bangkok next week? Are ya gonna go grab him an’ drag him there yerself?

Christian smiles and shakes his head.

Christian: No, I’m not going to drag him there myself. I’m not going to need to. Tom’s not an idiot. He knows that he signed a contract for the match and there is no way out of it. He knows that by not showing up next week, we will consider it a breach of contract and we will take his ass to court. I’m pretty sure that Tom would rather get his ass kicked in that ring than get his checkbook emptied in court.

Wyatt paces a couple of steps thinking about what Christian said before nodding slowly.

Wyatt: Alright, that’s fine by me. Ah just hope he actually shows up next week. That just leaves me with one lil problem. This is the second week in a row that ah’ve shown up ready to kick some ass and haven’t got an opponent. Ya can’t wind a guy up and not let ‘im git some release. Think ya can help me out?

Christian smiles and looks towards the backstage area.

Christian: Well, I do have a guy in the back that was just saying earlier that he’s been getting the itch to get back into the ring again. Sounds like a match that can benefit both of you in my opinion.

After a couple of moments of silent anticipation, “Because I Got High” by Afroman starts playing and the entrance starts filling with a light fog. The crowd bursts into cheers as “Stoner” Scott Oliver walks out from the back. Christian smiles at him and motions for him to head to the ring. Stoner looks unsure but still makes his way down the ramp to the ring. He climbs into the ring and looks up at the angry Texan. Referee Drew Patton calls for the bell.

Simone: What is Scott Oliver thinking? Wyatt is frustrated beyond belief. Not the best spot to be in for your first match back in months.

Adams: Wyatt’s gonna kill him!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

VS
SINGLE MATCH

A “Wyatt’s gonna kill you” chant starts up from the crowd.

Wyatt: Sorry, bud.

Before Stoner can even respond, Wyatt hits him with a right hand that sends him stumbling into the ropes. Wyatt whips Stoner across the ring into the opposite ropes. Upon the rebound, Wyatt connects with a running big boot.

Adams: Boomtown!

Stoner is unconscious on the mat as Wyatt makes the cover.

Justin: The winner of the match…. “BIG COUNTRY” WYATT PETERSON!

Simone: It wasn’t much of a match but it helped Wyatt get some of his frustration out.

Adams: Maybe now The Stoner will stick to interviews.

Wyatt finds a camera and looks right into it.

Wyatt: YOU’RE NEXT!

Simone: Tom had better watch out. All he’s achieved by avoiding Wyatt is making him even madder. Next week should be one for the ages.

Moments after Gabriel’s attack the cameras go backstage to find Odette Ryder running down the hallway at a million miles per second. Opening and closing a many locker room doors as she can her Aussie accent can be heard

Odette: Gabe… Gabe… Gabe...

Behind each door she is met with disappointment as she can’t find him.

Adams: Tell me again what’s happening between Odette and Gabriel?

Simone: Who knows Adams… we haven’t been given any information of those two.

As she continued her way down the hallway Odette slams into a stage hand, grabbing on to his shoulders she pleads with him.

Odette: Have you seen Gabriel?

The stagehand doesn’t say a word getting Odette to shake him slightly.

Odette: Hello… speak… have you seen Gabriel?

The poor teenager lets out of mutter.

Stagehand: No-nooo Ma’am.

Taking her hands off his shoulders Odette’s face drops in disappointment as her eyes filled with worry. She goes to say something to the crew worker but just bites her tongue and runs off in search of Gabriel.

The cameras open up backstage to find Despayre and Angel seated across from one another playing what appears to be checkers. Despayre is deep in thought as he goes to make a move but stops and rethinks it. His tongue is sticking out of the corner of his mouth as Angel is just watching on waiting his turn. Just as Despayre goes to place his checker down a familiar voice is heard.

Melody: whatcha’ doing?

Melody bounces into the scene with her large blonde hair cascading around her face. Lifting her love heart sunglasses up and away from her eyes she rests them on her head. Despayre looks up at Melody and briefly smiles as his main focus is on beating the bear at checkers.

Despayre: Trying to beat Angel at checkers

Melody just joyfully laughs and watches on as Despayre continued.

Despayre: This is like the fifth round tonight and he keeps winning, no fair.

Taking the free seat that is in the middle of the boy and the bear Melody leans her elbows on the table and looks at Despayre.

Melody: I don’t mean to be well mean but you don’t think that Angel is cheating do you?

Despayre seems offended by Melody’s question but then looks at Angel with questioning eyes.

Despayre: Are you cheating?

Angel:…

Despayre looks intensely at Angel before shifting his glance to Melody

Despayre: Angel says he’s not cheating…

Biting down on her bottom lip Melody leans into almost whisper in Despayre’s ear causing Despy to flinch backwards not used to letting new people get so close to him

Melody: How about I referee and make sure no fuzzy bear business is going on?

Winking she rested her chin on hands and looked at Despayre intently with such lust fan girl glint in her eyes. Despayre just shrugged and went back to playing the game of checkers. The camera pans away from the board and focuses on Melody staring at Despayre and Angel as they take their turns.

In between turns Melody hands Angel his purple skittles and Despayre his cherry coke. Dabbing invisible beads of sweat from Angel's forehead Melody attempts to do the same to Despayre but decides against it so he doesn't feel uncomfortable

Simone: Odette Ryder’s number one fan seems to have a crush

Adams: But on who? Despayre or Angel?

The match up is intense between the two combatants, and now Melody herself is watching with unbridled fascination over who can possibly win between these two checkers warriors. (Checkers warriors? Yeah... even I can't believe that term has been officially born!) This battle is now even drawing in a small crowd of the workers backstage, watching with interest in a circle surrounding the table.

Despayre's face is down at eye level with the checkers board as he scrutinizes the game pieces, studying them. He seems to feel something, as if he were being watched, and his eyes shift to the side and he jumps, yelping as Melody, too, is down at eye level, just like him. Despayre falls back on his butt before he jumps up and clears his throat. He holds up a finger (not the naughty one).

Despayre: Urethra! I think I got it!

He smiles and leans down and moves a red checkers piece over the board and claps his hands together in glee.

Despayre: Ha! I got him now! He can't win!

Despayre starts bobbing and dancing in celebration and Melody joins in, dancing away much to the amused laughter of everyone watching. Then a clicking noise is heard and the pair stops and they turn and look down at the checkers board. All of Despayre's pieces are now gone and off the board on Angel's side and Angel's final black piece is on the opposite side. Despayre looks up at the teddy bear slack jawed.

Despayre: WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'KING YOU'!?

Despayre grabs the checkers board and flips it up, sending the checkers pieces flying and he turns around, folding his arms over his chest in a classic pout. Melody leans down toward the bear, not taking her eyes off of Despy.

Melody: Boy! He's kind of a sore loser, isn't he?

The scene opens up in the arena where we see Justin Decent in the ring.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen this next contest is scheduled for one fall, however due to the animosity between the two competitors Mr. Drew Patton here has been instructed by both Christian Underwood and Mark Ward to be lax in the rules.

Simone: This is it Jason, the long awaited match between Casey Williams and Jason Burnside.

Adams: I can’t watch.

The opening chords to “Beyond the Pale” by Exodus blares over the PA System and the crowd starts booing almost immediately as Jason Burnside makes his way down the ramp.

Justin: Introducing first, from Manchester, England, weighing in at 290lbs Jason Burnside!

Jason continues to stroll down the ring but he hardly gets to the ring before Casey Williams charges down the ramp, it’s apparent that Jason was expecting this however as he turns around and starts brawling with his foe, Drew quickly calls for the bell before joining the two men on the outside of the ring.

VS JASON BURNSIDE
GRUDGE MATCH

Simone: This is not going to be pretty.

Adams: No kidding!

The brawl eventually brings the two men to the ringside area near where the Announcer’s Table is, Jason eventually knees Casey in the stomach knocking the wind out of him before he searches the underside of the ring, he finds what he’s looking for and produces a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire.

Simone: Oh no.

Adams: Kids, look away now!

Jason winds up the shot before whacking Casey over the head with it but somehow it only staggers the bigger man, Jason hits him a few more times eventually sending him down to his knees, Jason sets up another shot……

Simone: KISS OF DEATH!

Adams: But it only knocked the chair out of Jason’s hands, the chair was nowhere near his head!

Casey screams in pain as his fist connects with the chair but he fights through it and gets back to his feet, Jason stumbles back until his back is too the nearby ringpost and a close-up of Casey’s face reveals that his face was busted open by the onslaught but Casey charges at Jason…..who ducks at the last minute and collides with the post.

Simone: Casey just made a big mistake.

Adams: Wait, what’s Jason doing with that fan.

The fan, clearly someone working for Jason, hands over a led pipe and handcuffs and Jason grins sadistically before handcuffing Casey’s hand around the post, he holds up the lead pipe and starts whacking Casey in the arm with it.

Simone: Drew, get in there! Casey’s helpless!

Adams: Oh *bleep*, I heard a sick pop as Jason hit Casey with that last shot.

Casey screams in pain as his arm is clearly broken and Drew orders Jason to free Casey, he does and goes roll Casey into the ring for a cover but Casey pushes Jason away however and, with a scream of pain, pops the broken arm into place, Jason’s eyes widen when he sees this as does the thug that gave him the weapons and the thug makes a run for it as does the other thugs that Jason hired…..who subsequently get laid out by Spike and Jamie Staggs, Aleksei Koji and Jessie Salco.

Simone: Looks like NXT anticipated Jason bringing friends along to help him.

Adams: Given who it is can you blame them?

Jason retreats into the ring and retrieves a pair of brass knuckles from his tights, when Casey follows him in he gets whacked in the head by Jason sending him down, Jason goes for a cover 1….2…..kick out, Jason keeps the pressure on by punching him in the head with the chair, Casey pushes him away however and when Jason charges back in he hits him with a belly to belly suplex before standing back up.

Simone: Casey’s taking some time to trash talk to the camera.

Adams: Wait! The cameraman’s attacking Casey!

The cameraman, clearly another thug posing as a cameraman, hits Casey with the body of the camera sending him down, however fellow NXT Member and Bombshell Champion Odette Ryder charges into the ring as the thug enters the ring and attacks him with the bombshell title taking the thug out before making her exit.

Simone: How many thugs did Jason bring in?!

Adams: Who knows, it’s making me paranoid though.

The thug rolls out of the ring and Casey gets back to his feet before picking up the camera, Jason charges in but gets hit on the head with the camera busting him open, in fact both men are busted open and are bleeding a lot, Casey tosses the camera aside before going for a cover 1…..2……Jason kicks out and head-butts Casey repeatedly as he gets back to his feet.

Simone: These men have gone through hell, what will it take to end it?

Adams: Good question.

Jason rolls out of the ring and retrieves the camera before quickly rolling back into the ring, Casey charges at Jason but gets hit over the head with the camera dropping him down; Jason drops the camera and sets Casey up for a powerbomb.

Simone: He isn’t?!

Adams: I can’t watch!

With all his strength Jason hoists him up and powerbombs him onto the camera destroying the camera in the process, the crowd erupts into “Holy Shit” chants before Jason goes for a cover 1…..2…….CASEY BARELY KICKS OUT!

Simone: How did Casey kick out of that?!

Adams: To quote a cheesy 80s song, it’s the Power of Love!

Jason backs Drew into the corner and yells at him and the ref backs off clearly in fear for his life, Jason eventually backs off and tosses Casey outside the ring before following him out.

Simone: This looks bad.

Adams: I’ll say! Hey leave the announce table alone! We’re not Spanish!

Jason has indeed removed the cover and the monitors from the announcer’s table and sets up Casey to powerbomb him through it; however Casey has recovered enough to hoist Burnside up into a Torture Rack position.

Simone: He isn’t…..

Adams: HE IS! LOST CRUCIFIX THROUGH THE TABLE!

Casey isn’t done however as he rolls a barely conscious Jason back into the ring before grabbing some barbed wire from the chair Jason used earlier and a microphone before entering the ring, he wraps the barbed wire around one hand and grabs the mic with the other hand.

Williams: WHERE IS SHE?!

Casey punctuates the question with punches to Jason’s head using the Barbed Wire, Jason doesn’t respond to this however so Casey instead chokes him out with the barbed wire, eventually Jason passes out and Drew calls for the bell but not before saying this:

Burnside: Check……my…..pocket……

Adams: The winner as a result of a knockout, Casey Williams!

Casey checks the pockets of Jason’s tights and finds a piece of paper with an address on it marked “Laura’s location”, Casey gets out his cellphone and calls someone and minutes later we see Jake Salco outside of an abandoned warehouse on the titentron.

Salco: So this is where that piece of shit was hiding her!

Jake kicks down the door and charges in but a thug that Jason had clearly left to guard Laura charges at Jason with a knife, he uses his hand-to-hand skills that he learned in the army to disarm and knock out the thug before rushing over to Laura who is clearly nervous around him.

Salco: Laura, don’t worry, my name’s Jake I’m a friend of your fiancé’s, your safe now.

Jake starts to untie Laura and the camera pans to a bloodied but clearly relieved Casey as paramedics take Jason away on a stretcher to a hospital where he’ll undoubtedly be arrested as soon as he wakes up.

Simone: Finally we can put that nightmare behind us.

Adams: But what’s next for Casey and Matthew.

Gabriel is seen against a wall backstage, clearly unfound by Odette searching for him. He leans against the wall breathing heavy, his hand behind his head, when he's approached by the same stagehand who Odette Ryder approached earlier.

Stagehand: Are you ok? You need help?

Gabriel: I'm fine, but I know a few people who will need help soon.

Gabriel turns to see the camera and looks at it.

Gabriel: Oh good, camera, time for you lot to listen closely. Dreamz Chasers. First off, congratulations on picking the worst group name in the history of group names. Secondly, you now have a target painted right on your backs. Each and every one of you will now have to keep an eye open. Don't start chasing morons, it's time to start running. Hawkes, D-Block, Sean, I'm coming for you all. Hell, I'm even gonna take out Simpson and Ashton Gibbs by association and you little Brooklyn, not even you get away from this. The worst thing you all could have done, was align with that piss poor excuse for a human being. Stop chasing, start running, because I'm now hunting.

Gabriel starts to walk away from the stagehand, but the stagehand calls out for him.

Stagehand: Sir! Sir! Odette Ryder was looking....

Gabriel turns a corner.

Stagehand: For you

November 20 - 1994
PHANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE
Palace at Auburn Hills - Auburn Hills, Michigan

The crowd on both sides of the aisle that led from the backstage dressing room area toward the ring extend their hands towards the two young men and the one young woman, heading towards the ring. The taller of the two men has his long, brown hair pulled back into a tight tail, and is wearing a black, leather jacket, matching shorts and boots. His partner lets his honey-gold hair flow down past his shoulders, and wore a short, white robe and sandals. The woman is a demure blonde with a ample bosom and she is wearing a tasteful peach colored business dress ensemble. All three politely hold their hands out and slapped the offered hands with smiles on their faces as the ring announcer makes the introductions.

Ring Announcer: Making their way toward the ring ... they are accompanied by their manager, Ms. Angel, at a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty-eight pounds, marking their professional ring debut ... Chippendale and Thunder known as Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal!

The crowd applauds the newcomers to the sport as they arrive at the ringside area. Thunder, the taller of the two, climbs up onto the apron and holds the ropes open for first their friend and manager, Ms. Angel, and then Chippendale to climb inside, where he follows right after. The two men staring at them from across the ring seem unimpressed. One man is Caucasian, the other African American. Both are wearing black tights with gray trim and black boots. Both men's bodies were brawny and lightly scarred on the chest, forearms and backs.

Ring Announcer: Their opponents, already in the ring, at a total combined weight of five hundred and twenty one pounds ... Blade and Hilt!

The two men step out of their corner and acknowledge the scattering of cheers and boos sent their way from the crowd on hand. They then step back and start talking quietly as the referee walks over to the corner of TSSA. Thunder removes his jacket and is greeted with a cadre of whistles and cheers at the sight of his sculpted, muscular body. Chippendale gets the same reaction when he removes his robe and shows off a lean, athletic body donned in a flesh-tone speedo to give the illusion of nudity. The official shakes his head and checks first Thunder, and then Chippendale.

Satisfied, he then walks over and checks first Blade, and then Hilt. The referee then steps back to the center of the ring and calls both teams forward. He starts giving them their instructions and goes over the rules for the match as all four men stare quietly into one another's eyes. Chippendale and Thunder extend their hands in gestures of good sportsmanship but Blade and Hilt just stare at them and back away to their corner. Visibly disappointed, Chippendale and Thunder do the same.

Blade nods to Hilt and steps out onto the apron, and just as Thunder starts to step out as well, Hilt charges across the ring and attacks Chippendale, his team's ploy clearly to target the smaller of the two! The bell rings!

Thunder sees the charging figure and pauses just long enough to deliver a swift elbow back into Hilt's sternum. Thunder's muscular girth staggers Hilt back several steps despite his not being a small man either. Thunder quickly exits and Chippendale is left the opening to hit Hilt with a dropkick that knocks him back to the canvas. Hilt is right back up but is leveled with a second dropkick from the smaller man. Hilt gets to his feet and backs into the corner where Chippendale follows in with a handstand and he scissors Hilt's head with his legs and rolls him over. Hilt scrambles to his feet, disoriented from the quick onslaught and he falls back into the neutral corner. Chippendale follows in with a rookie mistake and attempts the handstand maneuver again but Hilt moves and Chippendale hits the corner upside down. Hilt turns quickly and he begins laying in the boots to Chippendale's sternum and then presses his boot against his throat, choking him.

Thunder and Ms. Angel call out to the referee about the blatant rule breaking and the official orders Hilt to break, and as the rough neck refuses to do so, the mandatory count is issued.

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

Only when the referee reaches four does Hilt take his boot from Chippendale's throat and grabs him by his bare foot and drags him over to his corner where he tags in Blade. Blade drops down to a bended knee and Hilt scoops Chippendale up and drops him in a side breaker over his partner's knee.

Hilt exits the ring as Blade drags Chippendale up by his long hair and fires him off into the ropes and careens right into him with a stiff clothesline, knocking him down. Blade falls right atop of him for the cover!

1.....
2..... Chippendale kicks out!

Blade then sits Chippendale up and swings three forearms around into his head from behind. Blade throws him back down and covers him again, this time hooking the leg.

1.....
2..... Chippendale kicks out a second time!

Blade pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes, swinging for another clothesline but Chippendale ducks under and scissors his arms for a crucifix takedown, but then slides down his back for a sunset flip ... but Blade reaches down and grabs him by his throat and drags him up. Chippendale then uses both of his arms to break Blade's grip, and then kicks both feet up and takes Blade over with a standing monkey flip! Chippendale then dives toward his corner and tags Thunder into the ring!

Thunder quickly climbs in and he charges right at Blade who is getting up and clotheslines him right back down! Hilt starts to step in but Thunder turns and drives a forearm into the side of his head, sending him back out onto the apron. Thunder grabs Blade and sends him into the corner and follows in, jumping for an Avalanche splash, crushing him under his two hundred and seventy-plus pounds body weight! Blade staggers out, clutching his sternum, and Thunder grabs him in a bearhug and heaves him up and over in an overhead suplex! Thunder then runs off of the ropes and jumps, landing atop Blade with a body splash! He stays on top for the cover.

1.....
2..... Blade gets the shoulder up!

Thunder stands up and grabs his legs, and tries to turn him over into the Boston crab but Blade tries to fight it off but the rookie is too strong and he gets him over by sheer force. Thunder then sinks down and Blade hollers out in pain but refuses to yield when the official asks for the submission! Hilt starts to step inside to break it up, but this draws Chippendale in to stop him. A rookie mistake as the referee turns and forces Chippendale back and this allows Hilt to come in and he runs into Thunder from behind with a running knee to the back of the head, breaking up the Boston crab hold!

Hilt then drags Blade back to his corner where he's close enough to make a "legal" tag. Hilt and Blade both then pull Thunder up to his feet and they send him into the ropes and they double clothesline him. Blade is ushered out by the referee as Hilt drops a leg across Thunder's neck and covers him, hooking the tree trunk leg.

1.....
2..... Thunder powers out, throwing his opponent clear off of him!

Thunder starts to get up but Blade grabs him by the back of his shorts and drags him back to his corner. Hilt wraps the tag rope around Thunder's neck, choking him mercilessly while Blade hammers away at his body, trying to wear the muscular young man down! Meanwhile Chippendale is in the ring, fighting with the referee but this just allows Blade and Hilt more time to brutalize his best friend and partner! The referee finally starts to count!

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

And this forces Chippendale back out onto his corner.

Blade tags Hilt back in and Hilt snapmares Thunder from out of the corner and covers him in a pin.

1.....
2..... Thunder kicks out!

Hilt sinks a knee into Thunder's back and he cups his chin in his hands and pulls back, holding the big 'kid' in place and wearing him down. Finally Hilt lets him go and starts to pull him up but Thunder fires a shot to his stomach. Hilt responds by raking his eyes. Hilt then tags Blade in and the two men grab Thunder and set him up for a double vertical suplex. They try to get him up but Thunder blocks it. They try again, and again the attempt is blocked. Thunder then brings the fans to their feet in a power display by countering and suplexing both Blade AND Hilt over! The fans are cheering as Thunder crawls to his corner and before Blade can stop him, he gets the tag!

Chippndale leaps over the ropes and runs Blade back against the ropes and brings him over with a one legged monkey flip! Blade staggers to his feet and is leveled with a dropkick! Hilt tries to break it up but gets a dropkick as well for his trouble! Chippendale gets Blade into the corner and knife edge chops him, then goes for an Irish whip into the far side but blade reverses it! Chippendale jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and then leaps back with a flying high cross body!

1.....
2..... Hilt comes in and breaks it up!

Chippendale tags Thunder into the ring and the referee is forcing Hilt back out! Thunder Irish whips Blade into the ropes and catches him in a tilt-a-whirl slam! He then holds him down as Chippendale flies off the top of the corner with a guillotine legdrop onto Blade! Chippendale ducks out as Thunder jacknifes Blade for the cover!

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

The crowd cheers as Hilt looks on in disbelief as Ms. Angel steps inside of the ring and raises her boy's arms in victory before they embrace in the excitement at having won their professional wrestling debut!

Ring Announcer: The winners, in eight minutes and thirty nine seconds! Chippendale and Thunder ... Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal!

Justin: The following contest is for one fall. Introducing first, from Corpus, Christi, Texas, weighing in at three hundred and twenty two pounds, he is Chett "Hangman" Hawkins!

The plaintive cry of “The Man With the Harmonica” by Ennio Morricone fills the auditorium, as a 6’8” monster of a man walks through the curtains. Saving his speed for the ring, he stalks down the aisle to the ring, stepping over the top rope without once acknowledging the crowd.

Justin: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty three pounds, he is Jordan "P.S" Williams!

"Thugz Passion" by Tupac blast arena speakers as a spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas.

VS
SINGLE MATCH

The ref calls for the bell and both men lock up. Jordan forces Hangman backwards, but Hangman pushes Jordan off, sending him flying backwards and landing on the canvas.

Simone: These two men are veterans of the ring

Adams: And strong as a hobos arm pit.

Jordan gets back up and moves towards Hangman, attempting another lock up, but Hangman moves behind Jordan, pulling him in a waistlock before spinning him around and dropping him on his front. Jordan struggles to get back to his feet and pushes Hangman off from him, but Hangman dives in with a huge flying clothesline, the weight of the world behind it, almost taking Jordan's head from his shoulders!

Adams: God damn!

Simone: Jordan is giving up a huge height and weight advantage to Chett Hawkins.

Hangman scrapes Jordan off the canvas, pulling him to his feet and lifting him with one arm, and dropping Jordan down with a one arm slam. The tough Texan looks down at Jordan, shaking his head at him before pulling Jordan back to his feet and nailing him with a huge shot under the jaw, sending him falling backwards. Hangman grabs hold of Jordan's head as he stumbles around and pulls him in closer, underhooking Jordan's arms and slamming huge headbutts in Jordan's direction, catching him on the forehead and nose. Jordan goes limp and Hangman drops him to the canvas, dropping down and going for the cover.

Simone: Great reversal from Jordan.

Jordan shakes his head, feeling the earlier effects of the headbutts and gets to his feet. He runs to the ropes and charges off. Jordan flips forward in the air, nailing Hangman with a rolling thunder, landing hard across the Texan's chest. Jordan quickly moves back to his feet, and hits the ropes again, this time nailing Hangman with a quick legdrop across the head.

Simone: Jordan using speed to keep the bigger man down.

Adams: Yeah, he's faster then speedy Gonzales on Red Bull tonight.

Jordan gets to his feet, pulling Hangman with him and hooking him up for a suplex. Jordan lifts Hangman up, holding him in the air for a couple of seconds and dropping him backwards.

Simone: Did you see the strength from Jordan? That was impressive.

Jordan rolls over on top of Hangman and Jasmine St John drops down for the cover.

Adams: Hey, you know they say everything's bigger in Texas?

Simone: Uh uh

Adams: Is that why Hangman as a huge pair of feet?

Jordan gets to his feet, bringing Hangman with him and sneaks behind the bigger man, hooking up his head and nailing him with a diving reverse DDT. Jordan pulls Hangman to his feet by his hair and hits him in the jaw with a short, sharp shot, and whips him in to the corner, Hangman slamming hard against the turnbuckle. Jordan walks over and lifts Hangman on to the top rope. Jordan steps back and runs at Hangman, jumping up for a top rope exploder suplex, but Hangman catches him with two hands around the throat and jumps off with a chokebomb!

Adams: The Hanging Tree from the top rope!

Simone: That shook the ring!

Adams: Never mind that, it shook the table and spilled my water. I'm sad now!

Jordan's shoulders stay down and the referee counts.

Simone: I thought Hangman was gonna take this one.

Adams: Uh ah, and he owes me a water.

Hangman scrambles away using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet and waits for Jordan to get back up. Jordan slowly pulls himself up by the ropes, his back to Hangman. As Jordan turns around, Hangman charges at him with a roaring elbow, catching Jordan on the top of the head and sending him hard to the canvas. Hangman picks Jordan up and lifts him above his head in a military press and holds him there, the fans cheering every second he holds Jordan in the air. He holds Jordan up for about eight seconds before stepping forward and dropping Jordan behind him. As Jordan drops, he lands on his feet and waits for Hangman to turn around. As he does, Jordan nails him in the face with a stinging superkick, rising his leg high to catch Hangman on the jaw! Hangman hits the canvas and Jordan goes for the cover.

Jordan looks to the top rope, edged on by Singapore crowd and starts to climb. He looks down and dives off the top rope with a swanton bomb!

Simone: Hotlanta!

Jordan scrambles on top for the cover.

Simone: I thought Jordan had this one.

Adams: So did the crowd, they're looking on in disbelief.

Jordan looks around the ring, slightly surprised but gets to his feet. He pulls Hangman back to his feet and puts him in a full nelson, looking for the ATL Crusher, but Hangman breaks it, spins around Jordan and hooks him up in a full nelson, lifting Jordan off his feet and slamming him down hard with a full nelson slam! The fans boo as Hangman looks around them, ignoring the majority of fans. Hangman waits for Jordan to get to his feet, and as he does, Hangman wraps a huge hand around Jordan's head with a clawhold, squeezing down on Jordan's cranium. Jordan puts his hands on Hangman's wrists and jumps up, wrapping his legs around Hangman's arm and pulling him down to the canvas. Hangman lands face first and Jordan locks in an armbreaker submission!

Adams: One submission to another!

Simone: Jordan is a man of many styles.

Jordan tries to pull back further, but Hangman pulls a long arm across him a clocks Jordan right in the side of the head.

Rage: That is exactly what I thought. I know Nick Jones is running around backstage, kissing Mark Ward’s ass trying to get a proper “fix” to this situation, but things are exactly the way they should be! I’m standing here as the Heavyweight Champion, not Nick Jones. I don’t give a shit what anyone saw out there. Nick’s shoulders were down when that pinfall happened, and the belt was handed over to me... Not him! He can whine and bitch all he wants, but when it comes down to it, I’m fairly sure the bosses will support the referee’s decision and say that I am the rightful Heavyweight Champion. The Sin of Wrath... Rage... is your Heavyweight Champion! There’s not a damn thing Nick can do--

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" Rage is suddenly cut off as “Cocky” by Kid Rock blasts throughout the sound system. The fans erupt into boos as Nick Jones walks out into the arena, with a very unhappy expression painted on his face. Nick walks down the ramp, ignoring the boos and taunts from the fans along the way, before climbing straight up the ring steps and into the ring. He reaches out of the ring and grabs a microphone from Justin Decent before turning towards Rage and beginning to speak.

Nick: Well, well... would you look at this. We once again getting to hear the incessant of some no-talent jackass carrying on about how great he is while showing himself once again completely incapable of legitimately defending that title.

Rage: That's funny, because there was six of us that stepped in that ring Sunday, and look at where the title is right now.

Rage lifts the title belt further up onto his shoulder and pats it, drawing more cheers from the crowd as Nick rolls his eyes.

Nick: Shut the hell up already, jackass. You've rambled on long enough, let these people hear someone speak who's actually worth listening to, alright? The truth is, I've never seen anyone so impressed with themselves while failing to win a match. The only reason you have that belt still is because of some horrible bullshit call, and even with that, you still only kept it on a technicality.

Rage: Yet in the end, I'm still a champ and you're still a whiny bitch.

The fans burst out into more cheers as Nick clearly grows more and more annoyed.

Nick: You know what? You want to keep talking? Well then let me ask you a question. How many times have you scored an actual victory, be it by pinfall or submission, in any of your title defenses? I'm really honestly curious, so why don't you tell me?

Nick mockingly holds his microphone out in Rage's direction, despite Rage having one of his own, while Rage angrily stares back in his direction.

Nick: Well that's funny. All of a sudden you have nothing to say? Cat's got your tongue? I wonder why that would be. Oh, that's right, because the answer is ZERO. That's right NOT ONE DAMN TIME! I mean, you've got to be kidding me Rage, you've been "champ"...

As Nick says that, he raises his hands in the air, making quotes with his fingers.

Nick: ... for over a month and a half now and yet you STILL cannot get one single win in a title defense yet. First, the best you could do was go to a draw against some guy who couldn't even last long enough to be in the top half of our match on Sunday. And then, you couldn't even eliminate one single person from our match last week. The best you could manage is to have some horse shit pin count save your ass after you had been put down for the count, so you could go running off with the title you had just finished losing back to it's rightful owner. Let me remind you and all these dipshits in the audience here how that match ended. I am the one who put you down for the count buddy. I hit you with the move, I had the pin...

Rage: And I walked out champion.

Nick: SHUT UP!!! Listen you useless piece of crap, that horse shit call could have saved you for a week, but it's time that all gets corrected RIGHT NOW. You didn't do crap in that match. You stood around, hiding in the corner while I took out the rest of those chumps and then, in the end, I'm the one who put you down. There's no debate there, there's no argument to be had, that's how it happened. The fact that some dumb bitch doesn't know how to count a pinfall does not change the fact that I have, once again, shown the entire world that I am better than you! The first time we faced, I put you down in the center of this ring for three count. The second time, we all know how it really happened. I had that match won, but I decided to be the "nice guy" and let the sure victory go to prove a point, and from there you cheated your way to a nonsensical victory. This time? I really don't give a crap what nonsense you spew, or what some dumbass wearing a striped shirt had to say, anyone watching that match knows what truly happened... I WON THE MATCH!! You can keep on making all the excuses you want, but the truth is every time we step into this ring together, I'm the one who ends up kicking your ass. Nothing you can say or do can change that fact.

Rage: I'm pretty sure there's one thing I could do. I could kick your ass right now.

Cheers come from the crowd as Rage throws down his microphone and steps up right into the face of Nick. The two stare each other down for a moment and look about ready to start fighting when suddenly "Unbelievable" by EMF blasts over the sound system and it is not Mark Ward, but his fellow SCW co-owner Christian Underwood, who steps out onto the stage with a microphone. He is greeted by cheers from the capacity crowd onhand and he gives them a smile and a wave before he begins his descent towards the ring where Nick and Rage wait, watching him. Christian jogs up the steps and climbs through the ropes between the middle and the top rope. He pauses inside of the ring as the crowd cheers and he looks out towards them and then to the two men standing across the ring, staring him down.

Nick: Okay I know this is a long shot...

Christian holds up his hand to interrupt.

Christian: No. No. No. See Nick, you had your say out here. You're done.

Nick: No, you listen you little...

Christian: I said that'll do you unibrow freak!

The crowd cheers as Nick glowers at Christian who doesn't so much as flinch.

Christian: Now I know I don't show it much but I'm not exactly a fan of leaving things open ended like we did last week, so yes. We are going to settle this issue of just who is the SCW Heavyweight Champion, and we're going to do it right now.

Nick nods and points at himself, smiling.

Christian: Oh but first, we're going to settle another issue or two. First off, I am not Mark, Nick. I am not your friend. I'm not your drinking buddy. I am not going to hand you the SCW Heavyweight title on a silver platter just because you're a whiny little bitch!

The fans cheer and Nick lowers his microphone and stares at Christian and his brow furrows in anger.

Christian: I mean, did I hear you correctly? You took out the rest of the men in the Six-Pack Challenge while rage stood around?

The crowd boos as Nick points to himself and nods.

Christian: Funny, because as I recall, you spent a good chunk of that match yourself, avoiding Jordan Williams like the plague.

The crowd cheers as Rage nods and Nick shakes his head in the negative, denying the fact.

Christian: I also seem to recall Bo Dreamwolf eliminating Lucas Darby, Kain eliminating Bo, Jordan eliminating Kain, and the only legit win you managed was eliminating Jordan with Kain's help!

The crowd cheers as Nick just stares at Christian.

Christian: And these continued excuses as to why you lost the Heavyweight title to Rage in the first place, really Nick. They're getting old. Rage cheated his way to a victory? That's funny because I think everyone here can recall that it was your squad of bozos that interfered in your match first and the Sins only got involved afterwards. So whine and bitch all you like Nick about how you lost because the truth of the matter is that you have only yourself and your Entourage to blame.

Rage smirks and pats the gold plate of the SCW title belt and nods as Nick fumes. Christian looks at rage.

Christian: What are you looking so cocky about? Much as I hate to admit it, Nick was right. In a straight up singles match, you've never been able to beat him cleanly in the middle of the ring. When you did beat him, the match was a bit chaotic with outside interference on both parties' parts.

Nick turns to Rage and laughs openly and points at him. Rage, now angry, starts to take a step forward and Christian arches a brow.

Christian: Hey, I'm not playing favorites here. Do you think your angry man act is going to intimidate me? I mean, have you seen what I'm married to?

Nick starts to reach for the title belt on Rage's shoulder but the champion jerks it away and switches it to his other shoulder, out of Nick's reach.

Christian: So if you'll pardon the expression ... gentlemen, but here's what we're going to do. The answer everyone wants as to who is the SCW Heavyweight Champion? Simple. Rage is.

The crowd cheers and Nick is about ready to explode!

Nick: What the flying fuck are you talking about!? I pinned his god damn shoulders...

Christian: And he pinned yours! The video recorded it! Everyone out there saw it, Nick! Do you really want me to bring that video up again so everyone can see!? You pinned his shoulders down at the same time he had yours on the mat! Just like a time limit! Just like a double DQ! That makes the match ending just as Jasmine called it! A draw! And in the case of a draw, even YOU know that the champion retains!

The crowd cheers! Nick is absolutely pissed and Rage salutes Nick in a mocking manner and heads for the ropes to leave when Christian calls out to him.

Christian: Ah ah ah! Where do you think you're going? We're not done here.

Rage frowns but slowly steps back inside of the ring and rejoins the gathering as Nick now himself looks curious.

Christian: I said you retained as a result of a draw, Rage, but it's common knowledge when anyone holds a champion to a draw, it deems that person the logical number one challenger. Nick held you to a draw, so he is the official number one challenger to your Heavyweight Championship!

Now the fans are booing as Rage looks pissed and he turns to look at Nick who is smiling and pointing to himself.

Christian: So here's what we're going to do. We are going to settle this little issue between you two, once and for all. Next week, we are in Bangkok, Thailand, and the Main Event is going to be Rage versus Nick Jones, one on one for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!

This brings cheers from the crowd and for the first time, both Rage and Nick look somewhat pleased. They turn and start to jaw at one another again when Christian interrupts.

Christian: Now hold on boys. When I said one on one, that is exactly what I meant. This is going to be Rage versus Nick Jones, and Rage versus Nick Jones ONLY! There will be no outside interference tolerated! Both the Sins as well as the Entourage are BANNED from getting involved in this match! They are not even allowed anywhere near the ring!

Nick: WHAT!?!?

Rage: SCREW THAT!

Christian looks back and forth between them.

Christian: I'm sorry, when exactly did this become a democracy? I wasn't asking either of you for permission for this. It's just how it's going to be. There will be no disqualifications! No count outs! And no time limit! Just you two, one on one! You two can do whatever the hell you want to each other -- just so long as nobody else gets involved in this match! That will be the only thing that will cause either of you to get disqualified, got it? Oh, and to ensure this gets drilled through your thick skulls, think about this:

Christian points at Rage.

Christian: Rage, if you get yourself disqualified, you lose your SCW Heavyweight Championship!

Christian then turns and point at Nick.

Christian: And if you decide to take any chances and you end up disqualified, you won't be getting any more chances at the SCW Championship any time soon!

The crowd continues to cheer as Christian points at both men and then towards the back.

Christian: So gentlemen, I strongly suggest that you rest well and preserve everything you've got. Because knowing the two of you as I do...

Christian smiles and nods.

Christian: ... You're going to need it.

Christian steps back and is against the ropes. he ducks out through them and to the apron when he holds a hand up.

Christian: Oh and guys? No fighting until bell time. `Kay?

"Unbelievable" starts playing again as Christian drops to the floor and heads back up the aisle as Nick and Rage stare hard at each other from inside of the ring as each backs towards the ropes, neither willing to turn their back on the other.

Adams: Can you believe it!? Next week in Bangkok, we're having a Heavyweight title match!

Simone: I can believe it, and it was a great announcement! It was about the only way to settle this controversy between Nick and Rage over just who should be holding that Heavyweight title belt around their waist!

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Justin Decent:The following contest is for the Bombshell Tag Team Championships, and is your MAIN EVENT! Introducing first, the challengers… First, coming at us by way of Staten Island, New York, standing at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is… BIANCA SOLDERINI!!!

"Bleeding Mascara" by Atreyu rings through the arena. Bianca enters on the stage with a slow methodical walk. She is not in any hurry. Her steps guided in a stalking way with the sway of her hips. Her hand resting on her hip as the other sways at the side. She stops at the top of the stage and looks left, then right, uses her free hand to run it through her long black locks. She makes her way down the rampway, completely ignoring the out-stretched hands that are just hoping to get anything. She even stops and looks at a fan as he tries to get her attention, looks him up and down with a look of disgust, flips her hair at him and walks up the steps to the ring. Holding onto the middle rope, she leans her head back with eyes closed, and slides down into a forward split. Rolling her head to the side then forward (lita-esque) to move her hair out of the way, she leans so far forward that her upper body is flush with her forward leg. Grabbing behind the knee she rolls under the bottom rope and comes upright still in a split on the other side. She turns toward the inside of the canvas and kicks her back leg around quickly to use that momentum to spin in a half circle - facing the ropes on her knees. She gets up quickly and jumps onto the ropes, to do a backflip from the middle rope, landing with arms up and fists closed. The lights die.

Justin Decent: And her opponent, hailing from San Diego, California, standing at 5 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 125 pounds, she is… TRISH NEWBORN!!!

"King Of The World" by Porcelain Black plays out loud over the P.A system, as Trish Newborn walks out confident from behind the curtain wearing a matching leather sleeveless hoodie w/ her Best of the Best logo and ring attire for the night, and a pair of sunglasses. Trish smirks at all the fans trying their best to get to her as she walks down the ramp; midway down turning her back to them, with arms spread wide open. She turns back around to enter the ring, where Newborn pushes the referee out of the way, aiming for the first turnbuckle Trish sees and pulls herself up while her music continues to play. The crowd really starts giving the heat to the veteran performer now, but Newborn just stares out embracing everything, having a conference with her partner.

Justin Decent: And introducing the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, at a combined weight of 385 pounds, they are… THE PARTY GIRLS!!!

"I don’t feel like waiting to get inside
When I get there I will always cut the line
Got my girls with me, the phone’s buzzing right
Everybody knows that I’m out tonight

While the bar guy mixes liquid and ice
Pulses through my body neon paradise
You don’t have to tell me, I know I’m tight
All them horny boys wanna take a ride

All the guys are looking at me
All the girls just wanna be me
No one else can be F A B
B F A B
Just like me

I’m a party girl in a party world
Move aside ‘cause you’re killing my buzz , oh
Shot, Shot, Curl
I’m a party girl
Beat, Beat, taking over the dance floor"

The techno beat of the popular dance tune "Party Girls' beats its rhythm from the sound system and the crowd cheers when the aptly named combination of the Party Girls aka Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores step out atop the stage. Brandi holds up her ever-present flask and drinks deeply to the crowd's delight while her partner spreads her arms out, adorned in her hot pink feathered boa and shakes her chest at everyone. Brandi then passes the flask to Cookie who herself takes a drink while Brandi shrugs and gives her own xxx-large chest a shake much to everyone's amusement and appreciation!

Brandi lets out a yell of "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" and Cookie hands her back her flask and the pair proceeds down the aisle and towards the ring. Brandi bumps knuckles with several fans along the way while Cookie playfully flirts with some of the men along the way. Arriving at ringside, Brandi rolls in beneath the bottom rope while Cookie climbs up on the apron and steps halfway through the top and middle rope, shaking her big backside at the camera before stepping the rest of the way through. Cookie then walks to the center of the ring and strikes a pose as Brandi jumps to the middle of the corner and lets out another yell before she drops down and joins her partner in their corner. Cookie and Brandi discuss something in the corner, glancing over toward Bianca and Trish, who immediately charge at them. By the time they notice, it is too late. Bianca rushes Cookie off of the apron, causing her to fall hard to the concrete, and then she turns her gaze back to Brandi who is fighting off Trish. Bianca jumps on her back, pounding fist after fist into Brandi’s head while Trish knees Brandi in the gut. As Brandi falls to the ground, Bianca and Trish start stomping away. Referee Jasmine St. John tries to break it up, but Trish just shoves her away. Jasmine comes back and yanks Trish off of Brandi, and shouts at her to get to the corner, or the match will be ruled a No Contest. Trish gives her lip as she walks back over toward her corner.

DING! DING! DING!

VS
BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH

Simone: The referee has to assert herself with those two, or they will walk right over her.

Adams: With all of the special guest referees lately, I wonder why they don’t ask me to do it. I would love to have Trish or Bianca walk all over me… among other things…

Bianca works on Brandi, keeping her grounded with vicious stomp after stomp. She looks out into the booing crowd and shouts out in Italian, inciting even more booing. Trish laughs on the outside as Bianca goes back to working over Brandi. She bounces off of the ropes and comes crashing down with a flying elbow drop. She rolls over with amazing agility and then bounces off of the ropes again, this time missing with a Plancha. Brandi rolls out of the way and Bianca stumbles on her feet. Brandi swings with a clothesline, but Bianca ducks it. As she does, she swings back with a hard kick that knocks Brandi off her feet… or it would if Brandi didn’t catch it. Bianca goes for an Enziquiri, but Brandi is quick thinking and catches the other leg. She gets Bianca in a wheelbarrow position and then raises a knee to Bianca’s gut. As she does so, Bianca walks forward with her hands, squeezing her legs around Brandi’s neck. Both women scream when Bianca twists with a Spinning Leg Scissors, sending Brandi down to the ground.

Adams: What I wouldn’t give to have been Brandi Shotze right there…

Simone: You disgust me sometimes. Like, REALLY disgust me. Just so we are clear… And that was an amazing maneuver by Bianca Solderini there.

With both women down on the ground near Trish’s corner, she acts as if she is about to get inside, and Cookie is not having it. She steps through the ropes and Jasmine rushes over to stop her. Trish smiles as she slingshots over the top rope to land a perfect leg drop onto Brandi. As Cookie and Jasmine argue, Bianca and Trish lift Brandi up to her feet and they fling her into the ropes. They prepare for a double hiptoss, but Brandi comes flying forward with a high crossbody that levels both of her foes. She quickly gets up to her feet and begins stomping away at anything that moves. Brandi pays equal attention to both Trish and Bianca as she dishes out the boots. Her growls seem to pump up the crowd as she picks Trish up by her hair and flings her out of the ring. She picks Bianca up and tosses her into the ropes. As she comes back, Brandi hits her with a Flapjack. As soon as she does, Trish tries to slide in the ring, shouting at Brandi. Brandi turns around and waves Trish in.

Simone: Brandi is imploring Trish to step foot in the ring, but Jasmine isn’t allowing it.

Adams: It isn’t Tornado Tag, but Brandi wishes it was.

Trish rolls her eyes as the fans shout at Trish to get inside. She looks back and shouts at them. Brandi picks Bianca up and flings her into Trish. Jasmine signals the tag. Trish slams her hands on the mat and then slides inside of the ring. She gets nose to nose with Brandi, who gives her one hard shove. Trish turns around and gives it right back. The two ladies then come to blows, pounding each other in the face, back and forth. Brandi gets the upper hand and corners her far away from their partners. She climbs the turnbuckle and begins quickly hammering away at Trish as the fans try to keep up.

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As Brandi’s fist is about to come hammering down for the tenth, Trish brings her down with a heavy powerbomb that shakes the ring. Trish smirks as she keeps Brandi’s legs hooked for a pin. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Simone: There is no way that Brandi Shotze is giving up that easily.

Adams: I’m glad it isn’t over. We haven’t had our Bombshell fix for the night.

Trish rolls off of Brandi and prepares to lift her up, but Brandi charges over to her own corner. She cracks Trish into the turnbuckle and then reaches up to tag in Cookie. Jasmine signals the tag and Cookie gets inside. She saunters backward to the center of the ring as Brandi rolls outside of the ring. Cookie dashes forward, hitting a Bronco Buster on Trish, much to the fans delight. Cookie gives Trish room to breath, keeping a watchful eye on her. As Trish rises, Cookie bounces back into the ropes, but Bianca is there with a hard kick. Cookie stumbles and turns around to look at Bianca. As the two exchange words, Trish leaps up on Cookie’s back, locking on a choke hold in the process. Cookie tries to battle out of it, but Trish refuses to let go. Cookie falls to one knee, trying to reach back to claw at Trish who is busy laughing. Trish wraps her legs around Cookie, tightening up the hold as Cookie falls over to one side.

Adams: Cookie is fading here, and fast. She had better reach down and find the strength to fight out.

Simone: *sigh* No, she needs to find the strength to… Wait, I wasn’t expecting you to make sense with a non-perverted statement.

Brandi starts to get inside of the ring to save her partner, but Jasmine catches her at the last minute. The two begin arguing as Bianca reaches into her pocket. She waves something shiny at her partner to get her attention and Trish slowly lets go of the hold. She drags Cookie over to their corner and lifts her up. Bianca hands her a pair of brass knuckles and Trish slides them over her fingers, locking them in tightly. The fans boo loudly as Trish looks over to Cookie’s still dazed eyes. She winks at Bianca who locks her arms around Cookie’s. Trish swings forward with the knucks, but Cookie falls down at the last minute. Trish doesn’t have time to stop as she knocks the taste out of Bianca’s mouth. She looks shocked as Jasmine comes running over. She grabs onto Trish’s arm and raises the knuckles into the air. She flings them off and scolds Trish, but the talk isn’t a long one as Cookie lifts Trish up with a Two Handed Chokeslam.

Simone: Those brass knuckles were a real game changer, and not in the way Bianca and Trish expected. It looks like this one is anyone’s game here! Even playing field here, and it could go any way.

Adams: I love games! Especially ones with dice and colorful little pieces.

Simone: I was almost convinced aliens abducted you, but after your last comment, I am confident it really is you, Jason…

Jason is audibly scratching his head as Cookie comes crashing down on Trish with a standing body splash. Bianca is rubbing the side of her head as she pulls herself onto the ring apron. Cookie lifts Trish up to her feet and tosses her into the corner where she goes for a splash, but Trish ducks it. She rolls out of the ring and looks up at Cookie. Cookie shouts out at her to get back in, but Trish shouts back at her, shaking her head. She points to Jasmine and begins shouting louder and louder. She laces her fingers into her hair and begins tugging at it angrily. Bianca even shouts for Trish to get back into the ring as Jasmine starts a count.

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Trish begins pacing back and forth, muttering things under her breath as Cookie taps her foot patiently. She smiles as she looks over to Brandi who seems a little confused.

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Simone: It looks like we’ve got another Kittie on our hands.

Adams: Uh don’t let either of them hear you say that or they might both go ape shit on you, and there is nothing I can do but give them a bottle of baby oil and let them go at it with ya.

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7!

Trish begins kicking at the guard rail, then she kicks the ring steps over, shouting back at Jasmine again who stops only to scold her. Trish shouts back, and spits on the SCW banner. Cookie turns around to pose for the fans, making light of the fact that the titles are safely staying around their waists. Trish tugs at Cookie’s foot, causing her to stumble and turn around. Trish jumps onto the ring apron and gives Cookie a quick guillotine. She rolls in at the count of eight and looks down at Cookie who is holding her throat. She picks Cookie up and then she darts over to the ropes. As she does, she goes for the sunset flip, struggling to get Cookie down. Bianca gets into the ring, and Brandi follows her shortly after. The two meet up in the center of the ring, exchanging blows. Cookie smirks and then wiggles her hips, ready to hit the seated body avalanche, but Bianca reverses an Irish Whip from Brandi, sending her right into Cookie. This gives Trish the momentum favor for the pin. Jasmine drops down for the count.

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Justin Decent: Your winners and NEW Sin City Wrestling Bombshell TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… TRISH NEWBORN AND BIANCA SOLDERINI!!!

Adams: They… They did it! We have new champions here in Singapore tonight!

Simone: Some would call this an upset, but after seeing these four women battle it out for the titles, any one of them deserves to be called a champion.

“King of the World” by Porcelain Black plays as Jasmine hands Bianca and Trish their belts. Both women yank them away from her and then ignore her, celebrating with arms raised in the middle of the ring. They raise them up high in the air, almost squealing in delight as Brandi and Cookie leave, talking back and forth while watching the celebration in the ring with looks of disdain. Brandi starts to go back to the ring, but Cookie stops her and they head to the back. The fans boo, but this only seems to make the celebration grow louder for the Trish and Bianca.

Belinda: Well folks, that is all the time we have tonight. Thank you for joining us here on Climax Control. I am Belinda Simone…

Jason: And I am Jason Adams. Join us next week in Bangkok, Hangover style! Well, kinda… GOODNIGHT!

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THANK YOU: Chris, Mark, Erik, Matthew Kennedy, Tom, Courtney, Johnnie, Craig and Maggie.... also to the roleplayers who did post for this show