Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Beihang University Gymnasium in Beijing, China. The camera scans around the capacity crowd of over 5,400 fans, young and old, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

"Welcome SCW!"
"JHHIII For Ambassador"

"Marry me Nick Jones!"

"Gabriel is one lucky...."

"Release the beast! I *heart* Rage!"

"Goth rules!"

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Beihang University Gymnasium in Beijing, China and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers as Amanda comes out, dressed in a blonde wig and looking like a morbid version of Britney Spears. She waves as the crowd applauds and the performance begins.

Amanda: Oh no
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I think I farted again, I made people leave,
Offended my friends.
Oh baby, I just gave it a push,
I didnt know it was that serious,
I could knock down wild horses,
It smells so fragrant to me.

Oh baby, baby
Oops, Im breaking some wind,
I ripped a big fart, I feel so ashamed,
Oh baby, baby,
Please dont think I'm a hog, I swear its the dog,
I've got that flatulence.

"Britney- before you go on stage there's somthing I want you tohave"
"Oh... Its beautiful! But wait a minute, isnt this...?"
"Yes. Yes it is. Gas-x and Beano. I went to the pharmacy to get it for you."
"Oh, you shouldnt have!"
"I had no choice, baby!"

Oops I farted again, my cheeks ripped apart,
There's no-one to blame, oh baby,
Oops, there's a sulphorus gas escaping my ass,
I've got that flatulence.
(Loud farting noise)
Oops......

The song comes to an end with a loud 'fart' over the intercom and Amanda holds her nose and trots off stage to much applause.

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

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams

Simone: Six matches on the show tonight, kicking off with a Triple Threat as debuting James Shark takes on fellow debutant, Argento, and Anthony King

Adams: Not the only debuts, Necra Octavian Kain, Amanda Cortez, Laura Jackson, Evelyn Ross and Jade Wylder go against each other in a battle royal

Simone: James Huntington-Hawkes III, The prince brat himself is on the show taking on newcomer, Hope Heelcum

Adams: The dark tag team of Alexis Morrison and Roulette champion, Goth take on brother and sister duo, Aleksei and Bombshell roulette champion Karina Koji

Simone: A very angry Rage is on the show as he takes on Xenos

Adams: Tonight's main event, SCW Heavyweight champ is in action in a non title match as Nick Jones takes on the brother of his supercard opponent. Jamie Staggs steps up one on one

Simone: This is gonna be a huge night

Adams: Hey Belinda

Simone: Yes Jason?

Adams: Does it seem like this intro is short tonight? Do you think the writer is tired?

Simone: What?

Adams: Nevermind, let's start this show!




Right at the beginning of the show the song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played and then the revving of a Harley can be heard. Then a dark haired girl with many tattoos on her arms and her back slowly drives down to the ring. She's dressed in some really short a d tattered jeans shorts, a small top and some really high heeled stripper sandals. As she arrives at the ring, she shuts down her bike and climbs down from it. Then she slides into the ring and kicks her high heels out of the ring.

Amanda looks really hot and cute in her outfit and so the fans begin to cheer at her. Some of them know her from other wrestling shows, some not, but it seems that they all love her. Now she blows some kisses at the fans and then she takes a micro.

Amanda: Thank you, thank you so much for this nice welcome. x

She pauses for a moment and has such a happy and cute smile in her pretty face.

Amanda: Well, it seems that some of you already know me, but for the ones who don't, I'm Amanda Cortez, the Goddess or every bodies TickleCutie. Haha ...

She laughs again in her cheery way.

Amanda: Ok, so lemme tell you something about myself. I'm in this business more than six years now and I've been a so many different companies so that I almost forgot their names. I've also been the champion a few tomes and I really can't complain. But I'm not here to talk about my success and that I'm the one who will be the next champion here. I'm here to tell you that it's my main goal to entertain you and to make you happy.

Amanda blows another kiss into the direction of the fans.

Amanda: And now some personal things. At first something about my wrestling skills, normally I use luchadore moves, but I'm also skilled in using weapons, but to be honest, I don't like it so much. All in all I can say that I'm a really nice person who does everything for her friends and who has many friends. I love my life, my job and I love to laugh. Yes, having fun is the most important thing for me and I also hope that you will have to see me perform here. This would really make me happy.

Ok, but that's not all. I'm a cheery and bubbly girl, but that doesn't mean that it's easy to defeat me in the ring. I can be tough and dangerous too a d prolly all of you will learn this pretty soon. And there's one more thing, I never give up before I'm not completely defeated or till I got the win.

The dark haired cute tries to look aggressive, but then she laughs out again in her cheery way. Now she points down to her cute feet.

Amanda: At least mostly. Haha, as long as nobody starts to tickle me, cuz then I really submit a d beg for mercy.

Everybody laughs now. This tiny girl is really so cute and the fans already begin to love her.

Amanda: But now enough of my weaknesses. I really don't want anybody to use them against me, haha. So lemme say it again, I'm so happy and proud to be a part of this roster and I hope you'll be happy too to see me perform here in this ring.

She blows another kiss to the fans and then she slides out of the ring. Amanda hops on her Harley, starts it and drives off while the fans cheer at her again.




Justin: The following contest is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall, introducing first, making his SCW debut, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at one hundred and ninty pounds, he is Trash Talk Royalty, he is James Shark!

Riot Maker by Tech N9ne begins to play on the P.A System. The fans begin to roar with boos, only some cheers could be heard. James Shark walks out of the curtains nodding his head. He's wearing his usual entrance attire, a hooded sweater with the hood over a cap. As he walks down the ramp, he sticks up both of his arms middle fingers up in the air.

The fans react booing louder, but he continues to have his middle fingers pointed at every single one of them. He then slides into the ring, bouncing off the ropes and throwing his cap to the audience before removing his sweater and hanging it on the ring ropes.

James Shark asks for a microphone and gets one in his hands before going over to the center of the ring. He taps on the microphone causing it to make a loud echo throughout the Chinese gym.

James Shark: I hope you guys speak English... but then again, if you guys don't understand what the fuck is coming out of my mouth... It won't matter, because in a few minutes, you won't need to use your ears to understand me, you'll just have to use your eyes, and when you use your eyes, you'll see a wannabe K-Fed getting his ass kicked in the middle of the ring.

James pauses for a moment chuckling to himself about the wannabe K-Fed comment.

James Shark: Now of course Argento will also be getting his ass kicked.. but...you know, nobody cares about him... so with all that being said, I would like to welcome you all to this week's Climax Control and Welcome, Welcome to the Anthony King retirement party.

James begins to walk around the ring, he looks over at Justin, the ring announcer and just shakes his head in disgust before going back over to the center of the ring.

James Shark: Be sure to chant "Thanks For Nothing" when Anthony loses and retires, because we all know he has done nothing in the sport but whine and complain about his losses. He loses last week, "oh I was unmotivated" , It's whatever. He can make any excuse he wants to make, I'm going to punch him in the mouth and make him quit like the little BITCH he is...

Shark then quickly covered his mouth after he yelled out "bitch".

James Shark: Pardon my Chinese...

He drops the microphone and bounces off the ropes waiting for his opponents to enter the ring.

Break the Silence by Killswitch Engage plays and Argento comes to the ramp. He looks around the crowd and then he raises an arm, and part of the crowd that respects and cheers for Argento does the same.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to the ring, born in Venice Italy, now residing in Orlando, Florida. He stands 6' 7" and he weighs in at 270 lbs, he is the Silver Fox, ARGENTO!!!!

Argento comes to the ring and enters it, and makes the same pose and silver pyro comes from the turnbuckles.

Justin: And their opponent, from West Hollywood, Calfornia, weighing in at one hundred and eighty six pounds, he is the lil dominator, he is Anthony King!

The lights grow dark, smoke fills the air surrounding the ramp, the beat drops and then stops, the crowd erupts into cheers, Anthony runs out from behind the curtain as the music cues back up, Niggas In Paris by Jay Z/Kanye West blasts through the arena speakers, Anthony taunts the crowd, hyping them up, jumping up and down playing to the crowd, he runs down the ramp sliding in the ring standing there.

DING DING DING

VS VS
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Argento looks across the ring as King takes Shark down, after charging him. King lays heavy shots down on Shark.

Simone: Shark claims to be trash talk royalty, and been proving that this week with shots at King.

Anthony lays two shots towards Shark's head, landing two on the side of his head. Anthony jumps to his feet and Argento quickly takes advantage of King's hot head, by taking down King with a clothesline. Argento quickly stomps on King and pulls him up to his feet, whipping him in to the corner. King crashes hard against the turnbuckle, but Argento follows up with a splash in the corner. As Argento stumbles out, Shark moves in behind Argento and takes him down with a surprise roll up.

1...
2...

Argento kicks out

Simone: Shark tried to take advantage there.

Argento and Shark return to their feet at the same time. Shark attempts to clothesline Argento, but Argento ducks and Shark runs past him, bouncing off the ropes behind him. Shark returns as Argento turns around, and Shark catches him with a vicious forearm smash across the bridge of Argento's nose. Shark turns around and King tries to charge him, dropping down low but Shark nails King in the back with hard sorts to the back. King lifts Shark over with a big northern lights release suplex, sending Shark flighting across the ring. Anthony moves down and pulls Shark up stinging him with a shot to the ribs. He kicks Shark in the stomach and drops him down with a DDT. Anthony stands up and Argento moves behind him, locking him up around the waist and lifting him over, dropping Anthony on his stomach

Adams: Argento showing off some technical skill

Argento picks up King, staying on the attack. He scoops Anthony King over his shoulders and runs, dropping King down with a running powerslam. Argento hooks King's leg and the ref drops down to count

1...
2...

King kicks out

Adams: Davey Boy woulda been so proud of that powerslam.

Argento turns around, but walks in to a spinning back fist from James Shark. Argento hits the canvas hard and Shark moves over Argento, pulling him back to his feet. James grabs hold on Argento's head and runs, dropping Argento down with a bulldog. Shark gets to his feet but from out of nowhere, King nails him with a dropkick. Shark rolls around and quickly gets to his feet, but King moves in, hooking him up with a one arm slam position and drops him down with a rock bottom. King goes for the cover and referee Drew Patton drops down to count

1...
2...

Shark kicks out

King pulls Shark to his feet and hooks Shark up, lifting him over with a T-bone suplex, throwing Shark across the ring. King stands up and look around at Argento who grabs hold on King's head and drops down with a jawbreaker, holding King's jaw on his head and falling to the floor. Argento gets back to his feet and drags King back up, catching him with a short sharp elbow to the jaw. King stumbles backwards against the ropes but Argento sweeps away King's legs. King falls down, his chest under the rope. Argento grabs hold of King's legs and sling shots King in to the bottom rope. Argento pulls King away from the bottom rope and drops down, putting King in an armbar.

Simone: Will King tap?

Shark moves over and quickly locks Argento in a head scissors submission.

Adams: What a smart move from James Shark, and I know smart!

Simone: Since when?

Adams: Since I borrowed Despayre's Mr Self Help glasses, they instantly make you smart

Argento releases the hold and tries to struggle free from James Shark. Anthony King jumps up and drops an elbow across Shark's chest, forcing him to release the hold. King pulls Shark to his feet and lifts Shark up, dropping him with a spinebuster, taking him down to the canvas. Shark moves towards the ropes, pulling himself up but King moves in, stomping on his back, before picking him back to his feet, throwing him in to the corner and stepping towards him. Anthony climbs up on the second rope and starts to punch him in to the top of his head. Shark steps out, carrying Anthony out and dropping him with a sit down powerbomb. Shark keeps King's shoulders down on the canvas.

1...
2...

Argento breaks up the pin

Simone: Shark so close to a win.

Argento picks Shark up and throws him at the ropes, as Shark returns, Argento picks him up with a huge backbody drop, as Shark hits the canvas hard, Anthony King tries to cover him.

1...
2...

Argento breaks up the cover

Adams: Now King tries to pick up win quickly.

Argento pulls King to his feet and nails him with a hard shot, but King fires one back. King stumbles Argento. He lifts Argento back to his feet and knees him in gut. King steps backwards and charges at Argento, nailing him in the side of the head with an axe kick! Argento hits the ground hard and looks towards the top rope. Anthony runs over and springs to the top rope. Before he can spin around to face the ring again, Shark springs to his feet and pushes King off the top rope and to the outside of the ring, King crashing hard against the barricade.

Simone: Crash and burn!

Adams: Call the fire brigade!

Shark stands up the ring, turning back to Argento. Argento turns around, only to be met with a huge flying superman punch.

Adams: Swag out!

Simone: Oh my... what a punch! Argento flopped to the ground!

Argento flops to the ground, his eyes closed and not moving. Shark drops down for the pin

1...
2...
3!

Justin: The winner of the match.... James Shark!

Simone: Shark just knocked Argento out cold!

Adams: James Shark may be cocky, but he can back that up!

Simone: SCW should take note and be weary of that punch.




The scene opens up backstage where we see Jessie Salco, who is wearing a black stomach exposing tanktop, blue jeans black boots and has her hair in a ponytail, sitting at a table where her brother Jake and stablemate Casey Williams are sitting, the two men are getting ready for an arm wrestling contest and it soon becomes clear that Jessie volunteered to ref it.

Jessie: You guys ready? Okay…..go!

Jessie lets go off both arms and the two large men start arm wrestling, we can see some wrestlers taking bets on who will win in the foreground but it seems pretty evenly matched.

Casey: Come on Jake, give it up! You can’t beat me!

Jake: Yeah right, Casey. Watch me!

Jake tries to force Casey’s arm back, but fails to do so. Casey rubs it in Jake’s face.

Casey: Told you so.

Jake: Like you’re doing any better.

Casey tries his best to get Jake’s arm down, and like Jake, fails to do so. Before either man could speak, Jessie decides to declare it a draw, forcing both men to get up.

Casey: You guys know the supercard coming up?

Jake and Jessie (at the same time): Yeah?

Casey: Well, I talked to Gabriel and convinced him to put me and a member of NXT of my choosing in the tag title match for the supercard. I know that the champs are facing members of the Dream Chaserz, and I don’t want the other members to storm the ring during the match, and as you know, I don’t really like Sean after the crap he pulled on Spike. Also, the champs owe NXT a rematch for the titles, but since Jordan left NXT, they agreed to let me pick another member, and I chose Aleksei because we have history together in the ring. It’s just like I have history with the champs, even before them beating Jordan and I for the titles. I have worked with them off and on for the last two years, and could never beat them. Hopefully this time will be different.

Jessie: Yeah well, I’m hoping to get a shot at some singles gold you know? It would be fun to tangle with Karina for the Bombshell Roulette Title.

Jake: Even if it ended up being a Bra and Panties match?

Jake teases her and Jessie blushes a bit at that idea.

Jessie: Yeah I don’t think we need Addams doing his best Daniel Bryan impersonation.

Jessie points out with a grin.

Jessie: Anyway you guys up for checking out the rest of the matches?

Jake: Sounds good, how about you Casey?

Casey nods before the two men follow the bombshell off screen.




“Gravemakers and Gunslingers” by Coheed and Cabana blares throughout the Beihang University Gymnasium and the crowd begins to murmur until a figure pops through the entryway and the fans explode into applause and cheers.

Crowd: Welcome back Blade, Welcome Back!

Crowd: Welcome back Blade, Welcome Back!

Crowd: Welcome back Blade, Welcome Back!

The figure pulls back the black hood of his ring jacket to reveal that he truly is Blade Alexander before running down to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. He looks out at the crowd for a while before he goes over and picks up the microphone laying at one side of the ring.

Blade: Since I’ve been gone a lot has changed around here. Then again Nick Jones has the SCW Title, so maybe nothing really has changed at all.

He stops while the crowd boos the mention of Nick Jones.

Blade: But that’s fine you know, He’s on my list.

The crowd cheers as Blade pulls a piece of paper from his pocket.

Blade: I really do have a list. On this list is a bunch of names that I’ve been looking at for months now and they’ve been running around this place like they own it, but… Things have to change. That’s a fact. Something in SCW stinks and well…

He smirks.

Blade: SCW really did need it’s own Blade back to cut out the cancer. Everywhere I look everyone’s picking sides. Gang warfare, really? It’s like the late 90’s all over this place. At what point did SCW go so far awry? At what point did the NWA descend to Spike Staggs being the champion? Is that really the best wrestling can put up these days?

When I was home I took some time to go through my dad’s old video library and as I watched hour after hour of my old man’s matches and interviews and those of his opponents, I realized something. There’s something missing. Not from his stuff, but from professional wrestling now. Something is gone and this sport desperately needs it back again, and no matter what the cost, even if SCW doesn’t want it back again.

Blade stares down the camera as “Gravemakers and Gunslingers” starts to play. Blade smirks down the camera and leaves the ring

Adams: I can't believe what I just saw, Blade Alexander is back in SCW!




Vixen is seen backstage sitting talking to someone on the phone. Karina can be seen walking up behind her, listening to her side of the conversation.

Vixen: What do you mean bro? You telling me that you decided to get into the wrestling biz. And you don’t want me to help?

Karina can’t help but laugh.

Karina: Ooooo getting the let down from a man Vixen? What’s it like being a two time loser…no man and no title. As opposed to me who has the Roulette championship that I am still going to be holding after Tokyo.

Vixen rolls her eyes and says good bye to the person on the phone and clicks it off. She turns to Karina, smiling for a moment as she takes in the title on the shoulder of the champion.

Vixen: Karina, how very good to see that you have someone writing your script for you. I actually understood what you were saying even though it is a lie.

Karina: Lie…really, how am I lying?

Vixen: Well, first calling me a loser and second saying you are going to be keeping the title after our match.

Vixen’s eyes narrow as she leans towards Karina, her smile widening.

Vixen: Because trust me Karina, I am going to be taking that title whether you like it or not. But you better be ready tonight because you have a match tagging with Aleksei and I hope you won’t disappoint him. After all, he deserves a better tag partner but has to suffer helping you.

Vixen motions for Karina to leave as she turns and walks away from the fuming Karina as the camera view goes back to ringside.





VS
SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH




The cameras quickly move to the parking garage where a black Audi 5000 comes to a screeching halt. The back end whips out, causing the car to take up two parking spots. The doors fly open and Chanelle Martinez and Torielle Jackson step out of it. They both put their purses over their shoulders as Torielle slides the keys into her purse. She looks over to Chanelle who is listening to her iPod. She rolls her eyes and then they walk toward the venue entrance. They seem to be on a mission as they quickly push through the doors. Chanelle removes an ear piece and then she leans in to whisper to Torielle who seems to be upset. She purses her lips and nods as they round the corner. Chanelle stops at the catering table, ready to pick up another plate until she notices the sign hanging up. “No stuffing food into your purse, handbag, duffel bag, pockets, or anything but your mouth –Management” Torielle howls with laughter as she points to the sign.

Torielle: OOOOOH dayum girl! They saw you comin’.

Chanelle: You need to shut yo mouth girl. I ain’t in no mood for an attitude…

Torielle continues laughing as she follows Chanelle. They come up to a door and Chanelle knocks loudly. After only a second or two, she begins pounding.

Chanelle: Staggs?! I know you in there, dude! It would be in yo best interest to…

Just then, the door slowly opens and Erik Staggs is seen standing in the doorway with an irritated look on his face. He stares directly down at Chanelle, blinking occasionally to let her know that he is alive. She puts a hand in his face and brushes past him to enter into the office followed by Torielle, who flicks her purse just enough to smack into Erik Staggs. She takes a seat while Chanelle simply turns to look at Erik. He slowly walks toward his desk and sits down in his leather office chair. He folds his hands in front of him as he stares at both ladies, silently.

Torielle: Damn, CeCe, this dude supposed to be Talent Relations, but he don’t even gonna be conversatin’ with us?

Chanelle: He think he slick, girl. What he don’t realize is he ain’t cute.

Erik: So… To what do I owe the “pleasure” of this visit?

He makes air quotations as he tidies up some papers on his desk to act busy. Chanelle picks up one of the stacks and tosses it behind her, giving room for her to rest her hand in the bare spot. She bends down to look at Erik, her eyes on fire, almost as much as Torielle’s.

Chanelle: Why wasn’t we booked last week after that bunk ass shit we went through wit them New XTremes girls? You tryin’ to fade us or somethin’ after you worked so damn hard to get us here? You’s a lame!

Erik: Well, why don’t you ask your tag team partner if she knows how to keep her shoulders off of the mat long enough to win a match, and then we will see what we can do.

With that, Torielle gets up from her seat and reaches over with her long red nails toward Erik. He simply leans back with a smile spread across his face. Chanelle pulls Torielle back a bit, muttering to her. Torielle takes a few breaths, calming herself down by taking a few steps away from Mr. Staggs. Chanelle leans back down to look at Erik once more.

Chanelle: We gone rock this tag division out whether y’all book us or not. We gone do what we gotta do to get noticed. Them belts gonna be around our waists. I just wanted to let you know that…

Erik: Interesting… See, I don’t think you can take out our current champs on your best day and their worst. But, I invite you to prove me wrong at Violent Conduct.

Chanelle: You and yo smart ass comm… Wait, you sayin’ we get a shot at them belts?

Chanelle and Torielle both stare at each other before looking over to Erik Staggs who nods slowly. A smile creeps over their faces as they try to act cool. They converse back and forth for a moment before looking over to Erik once more.

Chanelle: Okay… Well… Um… Thank you very much for your time.

Erik: Any time. Good luck in Japan, ladies. Now you can leave…

They look to each other and immediately start walking toward the door. As soon as they open it and walk out of the door, excited screams echo through the hallways as Erik simply rolls his eyes. He shrugs his shoulders as he goes to collect the papers Chanelle threw moments ago.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen this is a Bombshell Battle Royal, to win the match one of these lovely ladies must outlast the competition by throwing them over the top rope and too the floor!

Simone: Each of these women are making their debuts tonight Jason.

Adams: Whoever wins we all know that the fans are the true winners in this match.

Justin: Introducing the competitors, Jade Wylder, Amanda Cortez, Evelyn Ross, Necra Octavian Kane and Laura Jackson!

Most of the women raise their hands in recognition of their announcement, all except Necra who is too busy glaring daggers at her opponents and Amanda and Laura who high-five each other.

Simone: It’s no secret how much those two Bombshells get along together but in this match it’s every woman for herself.

VS VS
VSVS
BATTLE ROYAL

The bell sounds and the Bombshells start attacking each other; Laura and Amanda start double teaming Jade Wylder whilst Necra squares off with Ross, Necra fares better than Jade does but that’s most because she doesn’t have two bombshells attacking her.

Simone: Jade’s in big trouble here, there’s only so long she can fend off their double team onslaught.

Adams: I wouldn’t mind getting double teamed by……

Simone: KEEP IT FAMILY FRIENDLY JASON!

Eventually Laura and Amanda get Jade over to the ropes and try to eliminate her first with a double suplex to the outside; however Jade catches the two Bombshells off guard by breaking free of their grasp and hitting them with a Double DDT planting them onto the mat.

Simone: Great move by Jade!

Adams: I thought she was eliminated for sure.

Amanda’s the first to her feet and leans against the ropes for support, Jade seizes the opportunity and goes to Dropkick her to the outside for the first elimination, however Amanda was able to grab onto the ropes at the last minute and, whilst Jade is brawling with Laura, pulls a page out of Shawn Michaels’s playbook by skinning the cat.

Simone: Amanda’s still in this!

Adams: Turn around Jade!

Jade looks like she’s about to eliminate Amanda with a clothesline to the outside but she doesn’t see Amanda coming until she is attacked from behind by Amanda, Amanda and Laura share another high-five before forcing Jade to her feet and throwing her over the top rope and to the floor before she can regain her bearings.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen Jade Wylder has been eliminated!

Simone: She tried but in the end the double team effort by Amanda and Laura was too much for her.

Adams: I could handle their double team efforts……

Simone: What did I say about keeping it family friendly?

Jade has regained her bearings on the outside and is clearly disappointed in her elimination, Amanda and Laura laugh at her and she shouts some choice words their way before storming off backstage, whilst that is going on Evelyn and Necra are going back and forth with their punches trying to get the upper hand, it’s Necra’s strength that pays off in the end however as she is able to pick up Evelyn Military Press style.

Simone: Could we be seeing our second elimination already?

Adams: I hope not!

Evelyn tries to fight out of the military press but her punches seemingly have no effect on the self-proclaimed Goddess of the Dead as she calmly walks over to the ropes, Evelyn tries once again to fight out of the Military Press realizing that she’s likely to be eliminated if she doesn’t but it’s no use as Necra effortlessly tosses Evelyn over the top rope and to the floor unintentionally sending Jade Wylder down in the process.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen Evelyn Ross has been eliminated.

Simone: Wow, what strength by Necra!

Adams: Amanda and Laura look like they want nothing to do with her and I don’t blame them!

Evelyn argues with the refs at ringside by saying that she landed on Jade and not the floor, however all it takes for her to shut up is them pointing out that her feet are touching the floor and she storms off to the back whilst the other officials tend to Jade who eventually leaves on her own accord, whilst that is going on Amanda and Heather are exchanging nervous looks as Necra turns her attention to them.

Adams: At this point I’d run.

Simone: I think they have too much pride for that.

They seem to have developed a strategy for dealing with Necra however and it seems to be a divide and conquer strategy with Laura standing behind Necra and Amanda standing in front of her, Amanda charges first but immediately backs off when Necra lunges for her getting a few laughs out of the crowd, Laura seizes the opportunity and leaps onto Necra’s back in an attempt to lock in a sleeper hold, Amanda charges Necra when she realizes it’s not going to work, especially since submissions don’t count, but eats a big boot for her troubles.

Simone: It seems they can’t handle Necra as well as they handled Jade.

Adams: No kidding……holy…….

Necra has somehow reversed the sleeper hold into a military press and goes to eliminate Laura the same way she did Evelyn, Amanda screams as she tries to fight out of it but like Evelyn her blows have no effect on Necra.

Simone: We may be seeing our third elimination!

Adams: Not if Laura has anything to say about it!

Laura is back on her feet and has heard her friend’s screams, thinking quickly she charges towards Necra and chop blocks her stunning the Amazonian beauty just long enough for Amanda to get free and DDT her to the mat, satisfied with their work the Bombshells take a moment to pose for the crowd.

Simone: They do realize that Necra’s not out right?

Adams: If they don’t they’ll find out soon enough.

They stop posing for the crowd by blowing kisses to the males in the audience before turning their attention to Necra who is getting to her feet but still dazed from the DDT from Laura, they go to Suplex her over the ropes and too the floor……only to get shoved away by Necra, the two Bombshells charge at Necra but eat a double clothesline for their trouble.

Simone: Double Clothesline! Laura and Amanda may be out!

Adams: But Necra’s not done!

Necra forces Laura to her feet and bends her in half with a Cross Arm Backcracker, Amanda’s back on her feet and tries to attack Necra once she realizes that Laura’s out cold but eats the same maneuver.

Simone: Necra calls that The Mummification!

Adams: If this was a handicap match she’d stack them on top off each other…..though I wouldn’t mind seeing that, and go for a double pin, but she still has to throw them out!

Necra has stacked the two bombshells on top of each other but for a different reason, she hoists both of them into a Military Press and marches over to the ring apron.

Simone: She isn’t.

Adams: She is! Double Military Press to the floor!

The refs at ringside signal for the bell before calling for paramedics to check on the two Bombshells.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez have been eliminated, your winner of the match, “The Goddess of Death” Necra Octavian Kane!

“Black and Silver” by Xandria hits the speakers and Necra calmly leaves the ring leaving the two bombshells behind her.

Simone: If that’s not an effective statement to the other Bombshells I don’t know what is!

Adams: I’d be worried if I where Odette, we may be looking at a top contender for the Bombshell Championship already!




Hot Stuff is seen sitting behind his desk when a knock on the door is heard.

HS: Yeah

Ashton Gibbs walks through the door.

Ashton: Boss man, here to talk about mine and DJ's release from this place. You know DJ is unhappy with this whole thing, and he wants out. x

HS: Oh, yeah, I saw all the moaning and crying on Twitter, I'll give D-Block his release, right after your cheque clears, ok?

Ashton looks confused

Ashton: What cheque?

HS: The cheque that buys you both out of your contracts

Ashton: I'm not following

HS: Well, when you made this great deal for DJ and yourself, where I parted with so much money to get you to sign here, you never put in a release clause for being pissed at your little group, did you? x

Ashton: Well...

HS: Which means SCW could sue you so damn badly, that your great grandkids, will be paying cash to my great grandkids until they're senior citizens

Ashton shakes his head fast

Ashton: That's not what was agreed

HS: And neither was crying and running from SCW again. You're great with negotiating some things, getting your own way, walking in to dodgy massage parlours but you didn't tie up this contract very well. If you wanna take your ball and go home, you make sure you come to some arrangement to get you both out of your contracts.

Ashton: How much we talking?

HS: More then you will earn in six lifetimes

Ashton: So we're stuck here?

Hot Stuff smirks

HS: Stuck is a horrible word Ashton, I like to it as still being employed

Ashton shakes his head

HS: I'm not gonna leave ya hanging, like slave labor, I got an interesting offer for you. I will make it worth your while to stick around...

The camera fades out




Backstage at the Beihang University Gymnasium, we find Bo Dreamwolf standing in the hall with his ardent admirer and SCW Bombshell, 'Party Girl' Brandi Shotze. They are in an earnest discussion and Brandi has her hands up, attempting to calm Bo down.

Brandi: Look, just take it easy. You sure this is what you want to do?

Bo: Am I sure? You saw what happened in Thailand. I had Evans beat and the guy has to pull my trunks almost all the way down to steal a win.

Brandi smiles.

Brandi: Yah, I remember. Sucks to lose but it was a great view.

Bo just gives her a 'look' and Brandi can only shrug.

Brandi: Hey I call `em as I see `em.

Bo: My point is... is that it seems every time I'm getting ahead, someone like Blaque Hart pulls a stunt like that and sets me back even further than I was before. I'm tired of it.

Brandi: And this match idea of yours? You think it's the answer?

Bo: I think it's a start.

"Hey."

SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood approaches and looks between them.

Christian: Bo. Brandi. I was told you wanted to see me?

Bo: Yeah, look Mister Underwood. I know I've never really done something like this before, and I don't mean to be sounding like I'm complaining...

Christian: ... But?

Bo: But, I want to ask for a match at this big show in Japan. I want to challenge someone.

Christian: Well, the title matches are pretty much already secured Bo but...

Bo: No, not a title match. I want Bruce Evans.

Christian: You want a rematch against Blaque Hart.

Brandi: Yeah after what that referee let him get away with, it's the least that you can do.

Bo: Brandi, please?

Brandi holds her hands up and takes a step back and turns to look at Christian.

Christian: First, the referee didn't let him get away with anything. He can't call what he doesn't see. It's a sad fact of the business and one we've all experienced. I've lost a fair few matches myself because of tactics like that.

He turns to Bo.

Christian: Can I assume you have something special in mind?

Bo nods.

Bo: I do, actually. I want him in a Scientific Rules match.

Christian frowns.

Christian: A what?

Bo: Scientific Rules match. Basically, no bending of the rules. Period. No punching, kicking, hair pulling... nothing of that sort. Just a straight up scientific wrestling match and any kind of cheating would be an immediate disqualification.

Christian: I've never heard of something like that. Hell we might need to install two referees for that just to make sure any cheating is caught.

Bo: That's fine by me. Evans wants to brag about beating me and tell everyone how great he is, I want to see him prove it.

Christian thinks for a second and nods.

Christian: It sounds good to me. Given the way the fans in Japan view the technical side of wrestling, I think it could be a show stealer.

Bo smiles.

Bo: That thought did cross my mind.

Christian: I'll have one of the reporters go to Blaque Hart with the challenge and see what he has to say about it.

Bo: Thanks.

Bo offers his hand and Christian accepts, shaking it. The boss then turns and heads off. Bo looks at Brandi.

Bo: You up for a trip to Japan?

Brandi: Wouldn't miss it for the world sweet cheeks.

**pats**




The camera returns to ringside with Justin Decent standing inside of the ring with Drew Patton, the referee assigned for this match.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! To be accompanied by Simpson, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing 155 pounds ... James Huntington-Hawkes III!

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. 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 have to hand it to the brat. Lately he's been making a bigger impact than ever before.

Adams: You mean he's been annoying people more than ever before?

Simone: Is there any other way he can make an impact?

Justin: His opponent hails from San Francisco, California, weighing 195 pounds, making his Sin City Wrestling debut ... Hope Heelcum!

Adams: Did he just say what I think he said?

"Aw yeah, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
[and where is the body? ]
Move over mutha 'cause I'm going faster than you can drive
The body's beautiful, baby
That's right, I just can't help it (yeah)
It's not my fault, I was born this way (I was born this way) "

The chorus of Salt n' Peppa's hit "The Body Beautiful" plays and the crowd jeers and boos as the flamboyant Hope Heelcum struts out onto the stage and strikes a "Vegas showgirl"-esque pose, inciting more derogatory boos and jeers. Ignoring them, Hope waves the crowd off as he sashays down toward the ringside area.

Adams: Oh ... my ...

Simone: ... God!

"Get with the b-e-a-u-t-y
Beauty, the body is beautiful (body beautiful)
Get with the b-e-a-u-t-y
Beauty, the body is beautiful (I am body beautiful)"

Climbing onto the ring apron, Hope 'insists' the ropes get held open for him and he climbs inside and walks a circle inside of the ring, arms held out and head tilted back in a mocking self presentation as the crowd boos. Hope then backs into the far corner and awaits the start of the match.

Simone: What in Hell is that!?

Adams: To quote Aerosmith ... dude looks like a lady!

Simone: I never thought I'd say this, but I feel bad for James. Look at him!

JHHIII is standing behind an equally perplexed Simpson with a freaked out expression on his face, shielding himself and looking at Hope in horror as Drew reluctantly 'frisks' him in the check. Hope then turns around in the corner and sticks his butt out, offering Drew to check it as well and Drew quickly darts back away and to the center of the ring.

Adams: What are the bosses playing at? I thought SCW banned intergender matches.

Simone: You twit! That's a man!

Simpson steps out of the ring and to the floor as JHHIII begs him to stay, then turns around to find Hope in the center of the ring, blowing him a kiss and JHHIII looks grossed out and tries to hide in his corner!

Adams: You sure about that?

Drew ushers Hope back to his own corner and he calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

VS
SINGLES MATCH

Drew calls both grapplers out and JHHIII takes one look at Hope fluffing his hair and he shakes his head 'no' and ducks back through the ropes in his corner. Simpson is holding his hands up to his 'boss' in assurance as the official tries to get James back in the ring when Hope hurries over and slaps JHHIII on the butt. The crowd laughs as James jumps a mile and spins back around, eyes wide as saucers and pointing at his opponent! Hope shakes his head and points at Drew. James frowns and stomps up to the referee, throwing a fit but Drew proclaims his innocence. With his back turned, JHHIII doesn't see Hope come up from behind and roll him up!

1.....
2..... James scrambles free.

Adams: Ha! He almost caught the 'Brat Prince' unaware there!

James scurries up and is about to try his hand at an attack but Hope shakes his chest at him and that is enough to get the kid to come screeching to a halt. He slowly backs up to his corner and looks out at Simpson and points at Hope, mouthing 'What am I supposed to do with this!?' Simpson just shakes his head and shrugs.

Simone: You can't blame the brat! I don't think anybody would quite know what to do with that... mess!

James turns back to Hope who looks ready to get down to business. JHHIII slowly comes out of the corner and the two walk around the ring, sizing one another up. Actually, Hope is more 'prancing' as opposed to walking and looking JHHIII up and down like he were a treat. They pause and go for the tie up, but Hope ducks at the last second. JHHIII falls forward but Hope grabs him around the waist with one arm and starts spanking him with the other! JHHIII struggles, kicking and screaming, as Hope lays in one shot after another on his backside and the fans are cheering wildly!

Simone: Someone is finally giving that kid the spanking his parents should have given him years ago!

Adams: Yeah but did it have to be Hope!?

As added insult to injury, still holding JHHIII in place, Hope looks out to the crowd for approval and gets it, and rears a hand back for one final smack -- but instead resorts to grabbing a handful of JHHIII's butt and giving it a massage and then a squeeze!

Simone: What the hell!?

The crowd roars in laughter as JHHIII flays wildly and breaks free from Hope's grip and rolls out of the ring to escape with Hope in pursuit! JHHIII ducks runs and ducks behind Simpson and pushes (or tries to) him towards Hope to defend him! Hope stops and 'waves' hello to Simpson, winking. Simpson's eyes go wide and he turns back around and ducks behind JHHIII, hiding behind his own boss while the kid looks around, wondering what the hell just happened!

Adams: Ha ha ha! I am loving this!

Hope goes after James but the kid is much faster and he ducks around his amorous opponent and takes off in a sprint around the ring with Hope right after him! JHHIII slides inside of the ring to escape and Hope slides in after him and just before JHHIII can escape the ring on the opposite side, Hope manages to grab one of his feet! Hope starts to pull him back when Simpson grabs his boss's hands and pulls him out -- and Hope along with him!

Adams: Can he do that? Can Drew disqualify them?

Simone: I don't think Drew's known how to handle this match ever since Hope first walked out.

JHHIII scrambles on his hands and knees through Simpson's legs to escape and Hope, indeed, does the same thing but stops halfway and starts to caress Simpson's thigh! The big man jumps and hurries away to the other side of the ring, much to the crowd's pleasure. Hope slowly gets up and smiles, waving over to the burly bodyguard. He then climbs up onto the ring apron, as JHHIII has already escaped back inside of the ring. Hope starts to step through the ropes when James runs up and grabs him and flips him over the top rope, getting his leg entangled in the ropes and trapping him upside down!

Simone: I can't believe that twit actually had the presence of mind to do that!

Adams: Do you think he really expected that end result?

Drew backs JHHIII away and the kid sneers and wipes his hands on the parts of his body that the official touched. The referee then walks over and tries to assist Hope when JHHIII runs up and starts laying in the boots to Hope's widely exposed back!

Simone: Well at least he's thinking! He's not letting Hope get a breather!

Drew ushers him back a second time and this time when the referee turns to help, JHHIII runs up and grabs Hope by the head, lifts him up, then lets him go and Hope falls head first into the canvas!

Adams: Ouch!

The move breaks the rope's hold on Hope's leg and Hope just lies there, trying to recover, and JHHIII scurries over and rolls him over onto his back and tries for the cover.

1.....
2..... Hope kicks out!

JHHIII grabs Hope by the arm and pulls him to his feet. He fires the drag queen off into the ropes and jumps, hitting him in the mid section with a low dropkick.

Simone: I didn't know the kid had it in him. He didn't get much height on that dropkick, but it did do a little damage.

Adams: Knocked the wind right out of Heelcum... did I just say that?

Hope grabs his stomach and crumbles to his knees. JHHIII shoves him over onto his back and tries another cover.

1.....
2..... Hope kicks out again!

JHHIII kicks him while he's down and then grabs an arm and goes to pull him back up, when Hope grabs him around the feet and pulls his legs out from under him. Hope then falls back and catapults JHHIII into the corner and the "brat prince" hits his head in the corner. Hope gets to his feet and grabs JHHIII by the hair and rakes his forehead across the top rope, James howling in pain. Hope then starts choking him on the top rope and Drew moves in and starts the count.

1...
2...
3...
4... Hope breaks and slingshots JHHIII back to the canvas.

Simone: Hope's taken control here. It could be nearing the end.

Hope grabs a handful of JHHIII's hair and drags him up, then performs a scoop slam. Hope drops down, straddling his chest and posing in a pin.

1.....
2..... JHHIII squirms free.

Simone: It doesn't look like Hope was really *trying* for the win.

Hope shrugs in indifference as he pulls JHHIII back up again and doubles the kid over with a shot to the stomach. Hope sets him up then in position for a powerbomb and hauls him into the air.

Adams: Oh this is going to be it!

Hope gets a running start for a running powerbomb when JHHIII loses his balance and falls backwards and the momentum causes Hope to go flying!

Adams: Did James Huntington-Hawkes III just accidentally nail a hurricanrana!?

Simone: Unbelievable! The best move that brat can pull off and it was completely unintentional!

Hope is totally disoriented and JHHIII is on his feet, staggering about and trying to shake his own cobwebs! JHHIII then recovers and grabs two handfuls of Hope's hair and pulls -- it off!

Adams: Oh my god! Now THAT'S a hair pull!

The crowd is in a laughing riot as Hope grabs his head and the stocking cap on it in dismay! JHHIII looks freaked out and is hopping around as if his feet were on hot coals and tossing the wig about like a hot potato! He then flings it away and the wig lands right on the scalp of Simpson on the outside!

Adams: Hey Simpson! Looking good!

Simpson turns around to the announcer's table and gives Jason a thumbs up.

In the ring, Hope runs up from behind and clubs JHHIII in the back with a double axehandle, leveling the kid to the mat. Hope grabs him, dragging him up and sends him into the near corner with an Irish whip. Hope then charges in like a wild bull but JHHIII jumps up onto the middle turnbuckle and Hope's head strikes the same! Hope staggers back, holding his head in pain while the impact causes James to stat to lose his balance! Hope stumbles back around and James grabs him to catch himself but accidentally falls over him and the momentum results in a sunset flip roll through and Hope is folded in half with JHHIII on the back of his legs for the pin!

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

Adams: He got him! **laughs**

Simone: I don't believe it! That kid actually picked up a legit win!

Simpson quickly grabs his boss by the foot and pulls him from the ring before Hope can do anything in retaliation. JHHIII looks completely unaware of what just happened, until Justin makes the announcement.

Justin: The winner of the match ... James Huntington-Hawkes III!

A big smile breaks out on JHHIII's face and he starts jumping up and down as Simpson holds his arm up in the air while Hope looks on in disappointment. JHHIII points inside the ring and taunts Hope, then glances up and sees the wig still on Simpson's head and jumps, snatching it away and throwing it into the crowd.

Simone: Too bad. That was the most hair Simpson's had on his head in years.





VS
SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH




The outside door to Hot Stuff's office is seen. The door opens and Ashton Gibbs and Hot Stuff walk out laughing.

Ashton: Really was an offer we couldn't refuse.

Hot Stuff hits Ashton on the back.

HS: I knew you couldn't refuse it.

Evelyn Ross walks past Hot Stuff and in to his office. Hot Stuff winks at Ashton

HS: I gotta....

Ashton: Go do your thing boss man.

Ashton hits Hot Stuff on the back as Hot Stuff turns and walks back in to his office. Ashton turns around and takes a step away from the office but buts straight in to Blade Alexander. Blade stares down at Ashton as the camera fades




The lights in the arena suddenly begin to flicker, slowly at first, but then more frequently. Justin Decent stands in the ring, looking around with confusion, and the crowd begins its loud chattering. After about a minute of the lights flickering, everything goes dark, and a deep eerie chuckling is heard.

Adams: Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill in this place?!

The laughing, coming from a male, continues as a video begins to play on the screen. The same abandoned building we witnessed last week is shown once again, though this time the thunder, lightning and rain makes the area much more ominous. Near the fence, the figure of man hidden by a hooded black full length trench coat is seen. He continues to laugh as the camera zooms in, when holds up his hand, before the camera gets to close.

"Sin City Wrestling, prepare yourselves for what is headed your way. A new era is upon you, and it is time to be shown the way. Soon."

The man begins laughing a slow methodical laugh once again, as he slowly raises his head. His face remains hidden from view, but his eyes tell a different story. Those yellow eyes show more into the soul of this mysterious figure.




Justin: The following contest is a single match, set for one fall, introducing first, from Capon Ridge, West Virginia, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, he is Xenos!

The lights dim down to complete darkness in the arena as the fans in attendance hear a man’s voice come over the P.A. System:

“You’re pathetic. You’ll never amount to anything. I wish you were dead!”

Suddenly the opening chords of “Remember Everything” by Five Finger Death Punch begin playing over the P.A. System as a lone spotlight shines down on the stage. We then see the man simply known as Xenos walk out with a slow methodical walk. He looks straight ahead staring at the center of the ring as he walks up the steps. The lights slowly come back on as he steps through the ropes.

Justin: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing it at three hundred pounds even, representing The Seven Deadly Sins, he is Rage!

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, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. He stands at the entrance for a few moments, and begins making his way to the ring. Once to the ring, Rage walks up the steel steps, stepping over the top rope to enter the ring, where he stares across the ring at his opponent.

DING DING DING

VS XENOS
SINGLES MATCH

The bell rings and as Xenos steps in, Rage floors him with an almighty right hand, sending Xenos flying across the ring and bouncing backwards off the ropes, as he comes back, Rage almost takes his head off with a huge clothesline, Xenos hitting the canvas and not moving.

Simone: I think Rage just knocked Xenos out cold!

Rage looks down at Xenos at Xenos and puts a foot on his chest

1...
2...

Rage takes his foot off Xenos' chest and stares down at him

Adams: Is Rage toying with Xenos now?

Rage pulls Xenos up by the head and and kicks him in the gut, setting him up for a powerbomb. Rage lifts Xenos up in the air and drops him with a huge powerbomb. Rage holds on to his legs and lifts him again, dropping him with a second powerbomb. Rage lifts him up one more time, spinning one hundred and eighty degrees and tosses Xenos across the ring.

Simone: Rage is destroying Xenos.

Rage steps over to Xenos and pulls him up by the head. As soon as Xenos puts his feet on the ground, Rage lifts him up and slams him down with an almighty spinebuster. Rage bends down for the cover

1...
2...

Rage pulls Xenos' head off the canvas.

Adams: Come on Rage, this guy is out of it, finish this one.

An evil grin crosses Rage's face as he pulls Xenos to his feet again, scooping Xenos up. Rage drops down with a huge tombstone piledriver!

Simone: The Death Drop

Rage covers Xenos

1...
2...
3!

Justin: The winner of this match..... RAGE!

Simone: Rage destroyed Xenos!

As Rage stands in the ring, Riot Maker by Tech N9ne begins to play on the P.A System. The fans begin to roar with boos, only some cheers could be heard. James Shark walks out of the curtains nodding his head.

Adams: This is about to get ugly.

Simone: These two men were fighting on Twitter long before James became a member of the SCW roster.

James charges down the to the ring and slides in, instantly moving towards Rage, but Rage clocks him in the side of the head with a right hand, Shark fires one back, knocking Rage against the ropes, but Rage fires another at Shark, rocking him backwards. Rage charges at Shark, lifting him off his feet and driving him back in to the corner. Rage fires shots at Shark's head but Shark kicks him off and take Rage down to the canvas, nailing him in the top of the head with fists and elbows. Security swarm the ring, ripping Shark and Rage apart, forcing them to different corners.

Simone: About time security got off their asses to do something around here.

Rage and James Shark trade insults from across the ring as security hold them back. The face of Hot Stuff Mark Ward appears on the screen.

HS: Oi! Nut cases!

Hot Stuff whistles and the fans and people in the ring to look up at the screen.

HS: Now this is what SCW wants to see, people kicking the living daylights out of each other, but guys, this is not gonna make me anymore money then normal. So here's what I'm gonna do. If you two can keep your hands off each other for now, in two weeks time, live from Japan, we have ourselves a little supercard, aptly named Violent Conduct. Now a name like that seems fitting for you two as you just wanna rip each others heads off, so.... and here's the money maker... we'll have a little match, Rage Vs James Shark, one on one, no bullshit, just blood shed. Think you two can handle that one?

A wide smile crosses Rage's face, while James confidently nods.

HS: Two weeks gents, try not to kill each other before then. Till then, Rage, you go back to smashing up locker rooms and James, feel free to piss everyone off on Twitter, I strangely find both entertaining. Two weeks lads.

Hot Stuff fades from the screen as security try to clear the ring.

Simone: You heard it, two weeks, James Shark Vs Rage.

Adams: That one is not gonna be a wrestling match.




We shoot backstage of the Beihang University Gymnasium where Ms. Rocky Mountains is seen standing in front of the camera and production crew gearing up for an interview it appears. One of the make up artists puts the last minute touches to Rocky's face, some blush and then hands her a bottle of water. Ms. Mountains take a sip from the bottle and hands it back to the assistant. She then fixes up her clothes one more time as the crew counts down the time until the filming will resume

Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time please welcome my guest. He is the self proclaimed Legend, Icon, Franchise Player, and Face of Sin City Wrestling, Mr. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!

The camera pans over to show Blaque walk towards Rocky with a cocky grin on his face. He's got on blue jeans, black boots, his usual "Blame America" shirt, and his hair as normal pulled back in a ponytail, with sunglasses covering his eyes. As he approaches Ms. Rocky Mountains he looks her up and down, and shakes his head. Rocky has a concerned look on her face, as she again holds the microphone to her mouth and continues

Rocky Mountains: Mr. Evans thank you for joining me. So, earlier tonight Bo Dreamwolf challenged to to a match for the next S.C.W. Super card. A match in which I don't recall this company ever having. A scientific rules match, what are your thoughts on that, and are you going to accept?

Rocky holds the mic up to Bruce's mouth as he just stands there for a few seconds giggling, still holding that cocky arrogant expression on his face

BHBE: First of all Rocky. The next time you introduce me, NEVER EVER use those words "self proclaimed"! It's a fact that I am the legend, I am the Icon, I am the Franchise Player, and baby I am the face of Sin City Wrestling... Got it toots!?!

Blaque pauses and again glances at Rocky's body, he then removes his sunglasses, and hands them to her

BHBE: Hold these while I do what I do...

Rocky grabs the glasses, and holds on to them as Bruce grabs the microphone from her

BHBE: Secondly, I don't need some sleezy, under dressed slut in my face asking me questions, go take a smoke break busy body!

Bruce hand signals Rocky to get away from him, she's got this look of humiliation across her face as she walks off, shaken

BHBE: Now then, Bo Dreamwolf. I see you're not over the beating I gave you last week. In your head you cant get rid of that image of me having my hand raised in victory as I promised it would be. Well ya know what Bo? Deal with it! Deal with it like each and every single person I've beaten in this company has. Deal with it like every single person I have beaten in my entire career. Bo, deal with it like a man! You want a rematch seriously!?! Let me think about that for one second!

Blaque pauses and places his hand over his chin as he looks up, talking to himself, trying to reach a decision

BHBE: Okay, I've come up with an answer to your challenge Mr. Dreamwolf, NO!!!

Blaque starts to chuckle in his arrogant manner when suddenly his friend/ bodyguard Chase Coxx walks up to him, and whispers something in his ear before quickly walking off. The expression on Bruce's face changes from cocky, to a little bit concerned

BHBE: Okay, Okay, Okay.... Bo you're on! You want me in the ring again? Fine! You want me in a match known as a Scientific match at the next "super card?" Fine! You want me to make you a star? Fine! Bo, you're seriously barking up the wrong tree now. I tried to play nice but now you have pissed me off. So we'll do it, in a match you picked, on your own terms. No punching, or kicking, fine by me. You obviously didn't get enough of the spotlight last week, so I will kindly move over and share it with you again, But this time, this time Bo, it's your last time. Because I promise you, I'm going to do the world a favor and put you, and those poor fans out of their miseries...

Bruce quickly drops the mic and storms off in a panic

BHBE: Where the hell is that son of a bitch!?!

The scene fades out




"Wonderlust King" will start to play all throughout the area. Spotlights will 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. He starts to move through the crowd towards the ring. As he is about to climb over the rail he hands his flask to a nearby fan and then climbs in.

Justin: The following is an intergender tag match. Introducing first, in the ring, weighing in at 250 pounds from Romania, Aleksei Koji and his sister and partner also from Romania, she is the Bombshell Roulette champion, Karina Koji!

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 lifts up her hoody and smiles to the audience. She tosses the bat aside and enters the ring.

Justin: And their opponents, first from Santa Monica California, weighing in at 125 pounds Alexis Morrison.

A heavy guitar riff hits throughout the arena before the sudden tranquil chorus from “All Eyes on Me” provided by Maike Holzmann of Voices of Destiny surrounds the airwaves, as the entrance way comes to life. White smoke emerges from the sides of the either entrance post, and out from behind the curtain walks Alexis Morrison smirking as she approaches the ring steps. Strobe lights fill the arena in tune with the beat of the song. Alexis carefully enters the ring watching the referee and heads to the nearest turnbuckle while propping herself and lies on across it her eyes seem to study her opponents.

Justin: And her partner, formerly from the Netherlands, now from New York, weighing 239 pounds, GOTH!

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares down his opponent in the ring

Simone: This matchup is definitely got the makings of a classic. You have siblings facing two people who should be siblings by their attitude. Question is will the fact that Karina and Aleksei are siblings make them the team to beat or will the Roulette champion and his partner reign supreme tonight?

Adams: If you ask me, a champion is going to win. Here we go with Karina and Alexis in the middle of the ring. Wait a minute…

The throbbing beat of Light it up by Rev Theory is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles.

Adams: My night just got better…Here comes the number one contender to Karina’s title.

VS
SINGLES MATCH

Karina watches as Vixen makes her way down to the ringside area and joins the commentary table. Sitting down beside Adams, she waves to Karina and points into the ring. Karina turns around into a hard right from Alexis that sends her stumbling against the ropes. Getting her focus again, Karina charges towards Alexis with a spear down to the mat. The pair rolls across the canvas with Karina gaining the upper hand and mounting Alexis to rain down punches on Alexis before being pulled back by the referee with a warning to open up her fists. Alexis crawls towards the corner and pulls herself to her feet as Karina moves to the ropes saying something to Vixen who smiles.

Simone: This is starting out in a very violent way. Alexis really should be ready for someone that is almost exactly like her.

Adams: I just wanted to say it is an honor to have you here Vixen and what is your opinion on this match up so far? Do you think Karina is ready?

Vixen: Oh I am sure that Karina is ready but so is Alexis. Because of that, Karina needs to focus on the match.

Adams: Maybe she is like me and focused on you Vixen.

Alexis grabs Karina and whips her into the ropes where she tags in Aleksei who slides through the ropes. Alexis is forced towards her corner to tag in Goth who gets in the ring and moves to lock up with Aleksei. The men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring. Goth manages to force Aleksei into the corner and hold him there with a forearm across his throat while the referee counts to four before Goth backs away, hands up. Koji moves out of the corner only to be dropped with a hard knife edged chop from Goth who grins. Koji rolls to the outside and walks toward the steps. The referee begins his count and gets to three before Aleksei rolls back into the ring. Once again on his feet, Aleksei meet Goth with a flurry of punches that sends Goth reeling. The crowd begins to chant with the punches as Koji finally grabs Goth and levels him with a headbutt. Aleksei drops down to cover Goth.

One…

Two

Alexis charges over and kicks Aleksei in the head breaking up the pin. Getting back into the corner, Alexis holds up her hands as the referee talks to her. Turning back into the ring, Aleksei gets to his feet and pulls Goth up to his knees. As Goth slowly gets to his feet, Aleksei bounces off the ropes and delivers a kneelift that sends his opponent into his corner where he lays watching Koji. Alexis reaches into the ring and tags herself in then with a glare at Aleksei, charges to his corner and taunts Karina.

Adams: Looks like Alexis isn’t going to let Karina duck her.

Vixen: well, Karina is supposed to be the Roulette champion of the bombshells. She shouldn’t be one to hold back now should she.

Simone: Well meowwww Vixen.

Vixen: I am not telling you anything you don’t know, right?

Karina motions for Alexis to move back as Aleksei comes over and tags her into the match. Karina steps into the ring and catches Alexis with a kick to the midsection then uses knee strikes to force her into the corner near the ring announce table. Climbing the turnbuckle, Karina jaws at Vixen who stands and motions for Karina to continue the match.

Adams: She seems distracted now doesn’t she? I guess you being here might just impact what is going on in the ring.

Karina slams her fist into the head of Alexis as the crowd counts each punch. At ten, Karina jumps down then monkey flips Alexis into the middle of the ring. Karina smirks at Vixen as she moves to towards Alexis. Grabbing Alexis’ legs, Karina twists one leg around hers then drops and locks in a figure four leglock.

Simone: Oooo this doesn’t looks good for Alexis.

Alexis screams in pain as she tries to reverse the hold. Karina lies back, stretching out Morrison’s leg as the referee asks if Alexis will submit. Seeing Karina’s shoulders on the mat, slaps the canvas for a two count before Karina pulls her shoulders off the mat. Goth is reaching towards Alexis who is rolling Karina and finally is able to reverse the figure four putting the pressure on Karina who releases the hold quickly. Alexis drags herself quickly into the corner and tags in Goth who hops over the ropes and uses the toe of his boot to send Karina to tag in her brother. Aleksei charges in and the two wrestlers begin to trade punches in the middle of the ring.

Simone: These teams aren’t going to take it easy in this match. Goth and Aleksei are fairly evenly matched. If you ask me, the first team to make a mistake will be the team that loses this match.

Adams: What is going to be that mistake?

Vixen remains quiet as Karina is motioning at her at the announce table. Aleksei uses a hard right to send Goth into the corner and follows him in only to be taken off his feet with a vicious clothesline by Goth. Aleksei gets to his feet and it taken off them once more by Goth who snap suplexes him. Holding his back in pain, Aleksei moves to the corner and gets to his feet. Goth snaps his head backwards with a dropkick then irish whips him into the ropes near Karina who blind tags herself in as Goth takes down Koji with a spine buster and goes for the pin. Karina slams her foot into the back of Goth’s head as the referee tries to break up the pin. Alexis comes into the ring and is met with a superkick. Karina moves to the ropes and taunts Vixen.

Adams: I think she is trying to tell you something about your match that is going to be taking place in Tokyo.

Vixen: If she thinks that I am intimidated by her talking then she has another thing coming. See I am going to win that match and then that Roulette title she holds will be mine.

Vixen motions at her waist which makes Karina angry. Climbing the turnbuckle, Karina motions that she will maintain her belt. Vixen gets to her feet and smirks as she motions to her waist once again and mouths the words oh really.

Adams: Oh I think Karina sees them as fighting words.

Simone: Me too. Karina needs to turn around. She could have had Alexis pinned multiple times now. Karina gets out of the ring and into the face of Vixen. The two bombshells are exchanging words as the referee begins to count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Simone: Ladies, there is a match going on in the ring that needs to be finished. x

Adams: Looks like the match is right here and now

Karina slaps Vixen who is turned by the force of the strike.

5…

6…

7…

Vixen takes Karina down as the pair begin to fight at the ring announcers table. Mounting Karina, Vixen begins to Aleksei jumps off the apron and comes over to pull Vixen off his sister telling her to get back in the ring.

8…

Karina uses the fact that Aleksei is holding Vixen to try to hit her with a superkick but Vixen sees it coming and pushes Aleksei out of the way before dodging the kick. Vixen attempts a kick to Karina’s midsection only to have her foot caught. Hopping on one foot, Vixen hits an enziguri on Karina that sends her to the announce table.

9…

Karina realizes the referee is at 9 and scrambles groggily to the ring.

10…

The referee signals for the bell as Karina slams her hands down on the apron of the ring. Vixen brushes herself off as Aleksei is talking to his NXT teammate. Karina charges Vixen and once again the two battle their way around the ring as referees rush to break the two of them apart. Aleksei pulls them apart and holds Karina back as Vixen tosses her hair back and rolls in the ring.

Vixen: Karina, I want you to be prepared and focused in Tokyo because that night I am going to be taking that Roulette championship!

Karina is struggling with her brother as Vixen tosses the microphone to the mat and watches Karina be forced back up the ramp.

Simone: This is certainly going to add to the tension for the Bombshell Roulette championship match

Adams: Certainly does and I for one can’t wait for the match to see these two go at it. If this was a preview, the match is going to be one helluva match to see.

Justin: Your winners by Countout, Goth and Alexis Morrison.




The scene shows Casey Williams with the other members of NXT backstage, helping Aleksei Koji and Jamie Staggs get ready for their matches. Casey sees Gabriel walking down the hall and decides to talk to him as he approaches the group.

Casey: "Hey Gabriel, we have a common enemy."

Gabriel: Yeah, we do, but whic one?

Casey: "Sean Williams and the Dream Chaserz. I think that you and Despy should consider letting me and one of my fellow stablemates in NXT get a match for the tag team titles, seeing you guys took them from Jordan and myself. Not only that, we can make sure that if those Dream Chaserz pull a stunt, you know that we will make sure the fight is fair and legal between the men who are scheduled to face you guys."

Casey takes a deep breath as Gabriel speaks.

Gabriel: You want in on the tag title match, in a cage?

Casey: Aleksei and I can cover your back. We're not stupid, we know they have tricks up their sleeves, we wanna watch your back.

Gabriel looks Casey up and down.

Gabriel: You really liked punching Sean in the face, huh?

Casey nods and smiles

Casey: Hell yeah.

Gabriel pauses in thought

Gabriel: Alright Casey, you got it, but just letting ya know, I plan on leaving with my title.

Casey smiles.

Casey: I plan on taking it.

Gabriel: Good luck

Casey and Gabriel shake hands and camera fades




A knock on the door is heard and Hot Stuff is seen in his office again

HS: God damn, think I might have to put a revolving door on this bloody office today. Come in.

Chippendale and Thunder, Twisted Steel and Sex Appeal walk in the door to the cheer from the crowd.

HS: Gents, glad you made it here.

Thunder: Can we cut to it Mark? We saw the medical reports

HS: So you know you're good to go

Chippendale: Yes

Thunder: Doesn't mean we're gonna Mark

HS: Come on, you're missing the whole point of this fellas

Thunder: The point is to make you money

HS: No, the point is to pass on the skills gents, to show the young uns the advantage of teaming.

Chippendale: Against who?

Thunder: Wow wow wow, wait! Didn't say this is gonna happen.

Hot Stuff runs his finger and thumb across his forehead.

HS: Fine, Didn't think you'd wanna get in the ring with me again, our last match, I won. I'm sure your happy with people knowing the name and not knowing who you guys are.

Thunder: People know who we are.

HS: No, they know the name, but I can put you back on the map and show them exactly who you are. Now I don't do things by half, it's Japan, a place where you know so well, a place with style and tradition. This is not a match in some broken down gym, this is a place where four legends can showcase what they can do to kick this new generation up the arse and show them what it's all about.

Chippendale and Thunder look at each other

Chippendale: Full Japanese tradition. Including bouquets before the match

Hot Stuff turns around, rolling his eyes

HS: The lot.

Hot Stuff says through gritted teeth.

Chippendale: We need you to get a good partner.

Thunder looks unimpressed, surprised at the negotiation.

HS: Already got that covered.

Hot Stuff clears his throat and the door opens to see Jordan Williams walks through, a wide smile on his face.

Jordan: So are we doing this? Four legends in one ring.

Chippendale: Full tradition?

HS: Yep

Chippendale: We'll do it.

Thunder fires a look at Chippendale. Hot Stuff leans forward and hugs Chippendale, while Jordan hugs Thunder.

HS: Let's show these people how it's done.

Hot Stuff smiles as Chippendale and Thunder leave the room. Hot Stuff looks at Jordan.

HS: Hot N Sexy ride again!

The scene fades out





VS
SCIENTIFIC RULES MATCH




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non title match. Introducing first… hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 245 pounds, he is…JAMIE STAGGS!!!

"Party Hard" by Andrew W.K. blasts through the speakers, causing the crowd to go into a frenzy. Wasting no time, Jamie shoves his way through the curtains. He raises his arms in the air, pumping up the fans before jogging sideways to the left side of the crowd. He leans back to get a shot with the fans cheering behind him, some pat him on the back. He then dashes over to the other side, slapping hands as hard as possible before jogging down the entrance ramp. He rushes up to the cameraman and purposely bangs his head against the lense before quickly working his way around the ring, playing around with the crowd. He darts up the ring steps, posing before entering the ring, and running all around the ring with airplane arms before stopping in the middle of the ring with one last pose.

Justin Decent: And his opponent, hailing from Los Angeles, California, standing at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 251 pounds, he is your SCW Heavyweight Champion… NICK JONES!!!

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. He turns and looks back at the ramp and waits as Nick's "muscle", Big makes his way out. He follows Nick they make their way down the rampway. They both head down the rampway, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans on his way down to the ring, flipping off a few people here and there. Nick then walks to the steel steps and he quickly walks up them and then walks across the apron, while Big B waits outside the ring. Nick steps one leg into the ring before he climbs in. He looks at all the people sitting around and just gets a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring. Nick stands there and stares at Jamie Staggs with a cocky and confident smirk on his face. He rolls his eyes as if to ask if this match is really going to happen until Jasmine St. John checks both men.

DING! DING! DING!

VS
MAIN EVENT - NON TITLE SINGLES MATCH

Nick Jones eyeballs Jamie, chuckling to himself as Jamie shuffles back and forth, punching rapidly at the air in a poor imitation of a boxing formation. Nick turns around to point to Jamie with his thumb, mouthing something to Big B. The audience gasps as B starts to walk toward the back. Before Nick can turn around, Jamie lunges behind him, taking a quick swipe at Nick’s trunks, dragging them down to the ground. Nick’s cheeks turn red with anger as he turns around, only to stumble over Jamie who is on all fours behind him. Jamie gets up and shrugs his shoulders. He looks down at Nick and starts laying in rapid stomps. Jamie falls to his knees, and begins punching at Nick’s face until Nick hits a quick eye poke. He works his way up to his feet and starts pulling up his trunks. Jamie shoves him forward, eliciting laughter from the crowds as Nick falls onto the middle rope. Jamie stands behind him, pretending to smack his bare bottom before dashing across the ring and coming back around with a 619-like move.

Adams: Is it me, or is Jamie Staggs actually showing potential of winning this match?

Simone: Somehow, the little dumbass is working his way into Nick’s head, and that’s a scary thought… Almost as scary as thinking of Jamie as a future possible Heavyweight Champion.

Jamie throws his arms out to the side and he begins running around the ring in an airplane-like motion. He stops and looks over to the Party Horde group sitting in the front row cheering him on. His eyes widen and he points out to them while stepping onto the bottom rope. He pauses there for a moment before leaping down. As soon as he does, Nick Jones is right there, thrusting himself into the air to hit a clothesline that floors Jamie. He works his way back up to his feet and pulls his trunks up, just a little higher than normal. He quickly stomps on Jamie, working out a fraction of his aggressions. He leans down and smacks Jamie across the back of the head while he tries to get up. He quickly asserts himself against Jamie by pressing his boot against the back of Jamie’s neck, pressing it down hard. Jasmine St. John charges over to Nick and taps on his shoulder. Without letting up, he turns to her with an annoyed look on his face. She waves her hand while shouting at him. He stares at her, blinking as if waiting for her to explain. He waves her off and looks back down at Jamie who is writhing in pain. Jasmine shakes her head and kicks his foot off of Jamie. He gets really angry and turns to argue with her.

Simone: The champion doesn’t care if he gets disqualified because it's non title, but Jasmine refuses to let him make an even bigger mockery of this match than it already is.

Adams: Are you saying that Jamie Staggs doesn’t deserve to be in this match?

Simone: That is exactly what I’m saying. At least no one can argue that you are the dumbest person at ringside.

Nick continues to get in Jasmine’s face. She shoves him back and stands on the tips of her toes, shouting at Nick in order to assert her authority. He is fuming, but doesn’t have long to protest her call when Jamie bounces off of the opposing ropes. He leaps up onto Nick’s back, pressing his knees against his lower back before pulling him into a backbreaker. Jamie stands up and gets the crowd pumped up again. He bounces off of the ropes and comes back with a Rolling Thunder. He holds onto his ribs as he hooks Nick’s leg for the pin.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: That one was close! We almost had a new champ there!

Simone: I can’t even imagine this company being led by Jamie Staggs as champion. I think I just heard management sigh in relief.

Jamie picks Nick up off of the mat, but Nick shoves him off. They quickly lock up and Nick tosses Jamie across the ring. Jamie bounces off and plants a boot to Nick’s groin. As he falls to his knees, Jamie leapfrogs over him and slides out of the ring. He walks over to the guardrail and collapses on it. He rests up for a second before turning to the fans who pat him on the back. He nods his head before snatching a beer out of the man’s hand. He quickly downs the remainder and then reaches into another man’s nacho platter. He chomps on them and gives the guy a thumbs up. He turns around to see Nick roll out of the ring. As Nick charges at Jamie, Jamie dashes off, making Nick chase him. He runs around the ring two times as Nick follows closely behind. Once Nick has almost caught him, Jamie slides under the ring. Nick tries to catch his ankle, but is just a second too late.

Simone: I can’t believe the crowd actually wants to see this guy as Heavyweight Champion of SCW. Idiots.

Adams: Hey! They aren’t idiots. I would love to see Jamie with that belt in the future.

Simone: My point exactly, Jason…

Nick has caught onto Jamie’s game and he rolls inside of the ring, running across to the other side. He rolls outside and takes a few steps back. He sees a steel chair slide out from under the ring followed by Jamie. Once Jamie has the chair set in the right position in front of his face, Nick smirks and punts the chair into Jamie’s face as hard as he can. He quickly kicks the chair back under the ring and yanks Jamie out from under the ring. He picks Jamie up and drops him down hard onto the barricade. As Jamie holds onto his throat, Nick pulls him up and whips him into the ring post as hard as he can. As Jamie rebounds, holding onto his back, Nick hits a Spinning Heel Kick. He lifts Jamie up and tosses him inside of the ring once again. He slides in and lays down a lateral press on Jamie. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

2!

3!NO!

Jamie lays a foot on the bottom rope, causing Jasmine to stop the count. She points over to the rope and Nick furiously slaps his hands against the mat. He pulls Jamie a few feet away from the ropes and then lays back over Jamie. Jasmine is slow to fall to her knees and Nick let’s her know. She starts the count.

1!

2! KICKOUT!

Jamie gets a shoulder up just after the two count. Nick slams a few fists into Jamie’s head for good measure. He stands up and bends down to pull Jamie up with him. Once Jamie is on his feet, Nick hits a hard right hook. He hits another one as Jamie stumbles back. Nick stays on him, placing his left fist under Jamie’s chin. Nick pulls his right fist back, pausing to kiss it before swinging forward. He is stopped short when Jamie reaches forward and gives Nick’s nipple a hard twist. Jamie shouts out “PURPLE NURPLE!” as Nick writhes. Jamie rolls out of the ring before Nick can recover, and he retrieves a microphone from Justin Decent. In the meantime, he also picks up the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt from the timekeepers table. He hoists it up into the air with pride.

Jamie Staggs: Sup dorks? Say, how would you like this championship belt to come along with me to Violent Conduct?

The crowd cheers loudly as Jamie slides the microphone into his pocket. He approaches the ring, but Nick is ready. He is getting angry with Jamie’s shenanigans and he is ready to shove a boot down his throat. Jamie takes a step back and then points behind Nick. Nic scoffs, but Jamie persists by pointing wit even more enthusiasm. Nick points back at Jamie as he leans over the top rope. Jamie shrugs his shoulders with a sly smile on his face. Nick’s face drains of color as the fans cheer. He slowly turns around to see… nothing! Jamie gives Nick a hard low blow following it up with a Sunset Flip.

1!

2!

3!NO! Kickout!

Simone: It looks like this travesty of a wrestling match continues… If Jamie can do five real wrestling moves in this entire match, I will buy everyone here a drink after the show.

Adams: C’mon Jamie! I know you can do it. We want free drinks!

Jamie stands up as if hearing Belinda, and he points out to her with a nod. Jamie hunches down over Nick, going to pick him up when suddenly Nick cracks Jamie over the head with a pair of brass knuckles. He disposes of them quickly and then hooks up with Jamie. He hooks the leg and goes for the Best Of All. Jamie boots him in the gut, falling back in a makeshift DDT. Jason’s excitement can be heard when Belinda cuts him off.

Simone: That doesn’t count…

Both men lay out on the mat. Suddenly, the cameras switch backstage. Big B and Tony are standing alongside Diane. They are staring at a blue door with a lot of commotion coming from behind it. They look at each other with a smirk as the camera pans up to see it is labeled “New X-Tremes”. They begin running as the camera switches back to ringside. Seconds later, the entire Entourage pours from the backstage area. They dash down the ramp and surround the ring as Jamie slowly rises to his feet. He sees Tony standing at one side of the ring and he turns around to get away, only to see Big B climbing onto the apron. Jasmine storms over to him, shouting. He points toward the entrance ramp as Tony and Diana climb onto the apron as well. The crowd starts to cheer quickly though. A path clears as Spike Staggs leaps over the barricade. He trips up Tony and climbs into the ring. Big B and Diana climb into the ring and work toward Jamie. Spike climbs inside as well. He looks around cautiously with Jamie at his side. Jasmine heads off Diana, keeping her at bay while Big B charges at Spike. Spike and Jamie fall into position, lifting him up into the air. Jamie leaps up and grabs onto Big B’s head, dropping him down with a Dropping Neckbreaker. Jasmine looks around, trying to force everyone out of the ring, but it seems to be worthless. She walks over toward Justin Decent and shouts out to him.

Justin Decent: This match has been ruled a draw.

In celebration, Tony comes up behind Spike, spinning him around. Both men exchange blows as Nick catches Jamie with a surprise kick to the gut. He huts the Best Of All on Jamie. Spike turns around just in time to see his stomp at Jamie, knocking him to the outside of the ring. Tony hooks his arms under Spike’s as Nick hits two quick right hooks. He kisses his right fist as he puts his fist under Spike’s chin. Nick kisses his fist and then swings forward, but Spike ducks out of the hold and the right cross connects with Tony’s face. Out of the shock, Spike has enough time to run over to the ropes. He climbs to the top with just enough time to fly off and connect with a Tornado DDT.

Adams: THE D-DAY! Spike just hit Nick with one of his finishers! Is this a sign of what’s to come at Violent Conduct?

Simone: I don’t know, but this has been one crazy night leading us up to the Supercard in Japan. We are out of time, but join us in two weeks for Sin City Wrestling’s Violent Conduct! I am Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I am Jason Adams, signing off!

Before we fade out, Spike is seen holding the Heavyweight Championship with a smirk. He lays it down on the timekeeper’s table as we fade out.




THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Prime Time, Vixen, Blaque Hart, mystery person, Amanda Cortez, James Shark, Casey, Azz N Class, Blade Alexander. Also to Carly Athen's for the updated graphics and to all our great roleplayers.