Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Eagle's Nest Arena in Los Angeles, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight then 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 Eagle's Nest Arena in Los Angeles, California 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 walks out, accompanied by two 'girl' backup singers. All three are done up in typical fifties fashion of beehive hairdos and polka dot dresses; Amanda's being pink and the other two being bright blue. The music of the era begins to play and Amanda's doo wop girl group begins the performance.

Amanda: Since you've been gone
Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil
Since you've been gone
It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil
Oh well, I'm feelin like I stuck my hand
Inside a blender and turned it on
You know, I've been in a buttload of pain
Since you've been gone

Since you've been gone
I couldn't feel any worse if you dropped
A two-ton bowling ball on my toes
Since you've been gone
It couldn't hurt any more if you shoved
A red-hot cactus up my nose

Since you've been gone
Well, it feels like I'm getting tetanus shots every day
Since you've been gone
It's like I've got an ice cream headache that won't go away
Ever since that day you left me
I've been so miserable, my dear
I feel almost as bad as I did
When you were still here

The crowd cheers and applauds as all three 'ladies' curtsy and scamper off stage. Before vanishing behind the curtains, Amanda turns and blows some kisses before ducking behind and vanishing backstage.

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

Adams: And I'm thirsty

Simone: Jason!

Adams: Ummm, yeah, I'm Jason Adams

Simone: We have four big matches tonight

Adams: Four? Is that it?

Simone: Not my fault if some people can't be bothered to send in promos or show up, is it?

Adams: You should go find them and drag them here

Simone: Yeah, anyway, four matches, kicking off with Hope Heelcum in action against a mystery opponent, we have no idea who it is

Adams: I do

Simone: Who?

Adams: Batman!

Simone: Idiot.

Adams: That's me!

Simone: We have a Roulette rules match too as Misty takes on Karina Koji

Adams: Better get paramedics on call for that

Simone: The ladies of NXT are next up as Vixen and Odette Ryder team up against Laura Jackson and SCW Bombshell champion, Amanda Cortez

Adams: Seeing a pattern here

Simone: And tonight's main event, Bombshell Tag Team Titles on the line, as Venom and Vice defend their titles against Amy Marshall and Necra Octavian Kane

Adams: Ok, see a pattern!

Simone: What pattern?

Adams: A show full of Bombshells

Simone: What can I say Jason? The ladies of SCW are committed and show up

Adams: Fellas, the women are taking over.

Simone: I'm sure the male fans are very disappointed

Adams: You are? You must be crazy, the men love it!

Simone: Said it before, say it again..... idiot

Adams: Thank you..... anyway, let's kick this off




”On We March” begins playing on the speaker, that ominous bass line playing as Kain and his girl, Ariel, appear from behind the curtains and step onto the top of the ramp. The fans immediately see him as now either boo him or cheer him, due to what’s recently happened. Kain looks at the crowd for a bit before snarling and starts heading down the ramp, Ariel walking beside him. The two enter the ring and Kain receives a microphone from one of the outside crew members, then turns back and now stands in the middle of the ring. As the song dies down, a lot of people are chanting for Kain and a few people are now booing him. He allows this to happen, then raises the microphone to his lips and speaks.

Kain: Obviously, a lot of you had no idea that I was returning. A lot of you may have even forgotten about me. If you think that this wrestling organization or any other place, for that matter, would have been better off without me, think again. If you thought that I would run back to my days as an underground fighter and stay there for all eternity, you’re sorely mistaken. I am now back for a lot of reasons, but I’ll give you two. Jordan Williams and the SCW championship!

A lot of the fans cheer upon hearing this announcement. Kain is now pacing around the ring, with Ariel folding her arms and watching over him as he continues to speak.

Kain: If memory serves me correctly, it was Jordan Williams who broke my arm and got some payback from what I did to him in the past. If Jordan Williams thought I would just forget about him and leave him alone, he’s dead wrong! You see, I’ve come to collect on revenge that he owes me and I will have my vengeance in due time. Jordan will not escape my wrath and he will suffer everything that he deserves once I get my hands, along with my feet, on him. That’s part of the reason why I got involved with that pathetic debacle between Kennedy, Dudley, and Rage; I had a personal message to everyone in the locker room, including Jordan Williams. He is, at this point in time, officially a target that must be eliminated in order for my revenge to be complete. Not to mention that I did that to not only scare Mark Ward, but to get under his skin, which I obviously accomplished prior to the match and then at the end of that battle.

The fans laughed with Kain, the King Of Kings. After Kain finishes chuckling, he continues further with his speech.

Kain: Now, on to the championships. If you also thought that I don’t know everything that has happened since my absence, you’re wrong once again. After Jordan Williams put me on the sidelines temporarily, I made a point to watch all the events that happened during my absence. I saw new champions crowned, not to mention the arrival of new blood. I also saw old rivals jumping at each other’s throats, which is to be expected. That being said, I still have the utmost desire to become a champion and my eyes have always been on the prize itself, the SCW heavyweight championship. With Nick Jones finally proving, to the whole world, that he’s nothing but a paper champion all this time, Spike Staggs, an old enemy of mine, is now the current champion. Spike, I don’t care if Nick is somehow successful in destroying you or if you are able to beat him in a rematch of sorts. One way or the other, that title will be around my waist. That title represents my dream and I won’t allow you or anyone else, for that matter, man or woman, to take away that dream. Should you still be the SCW heavyweight champion, Spike, you and I will have a date with destiny and our eventual confrontation will decide the fate of the SCW organization. Now, don’t get me wrong, fans, I’m not doing any of this for you. I still do want I want, to who I want. I’m my own master and this master will serve no one but himself. It’s great that you’re cheering for me, but I do this for my own and that has to be clearly understood from the beginning. With that now said, I look forward to facing my opponents, in the eye, and crushing them with everything I have. Don’t think that I’m an old dog with old tricks; my amazing repertoire has increased with new moves. I’ve been training extensively, even when the arm was injured, and now I’m back with a new focus on life, especially with my two children finally born. Today will become the start of a new era, the era of the King Of Kings, and it all begins with my revenge to all that dared to embarrass me. Sooner or later, all of you will once again realize that I am the king and all of you will eventually bow to me and call me your master and acknowledge the fact that I am superior and that you need me to lead you. It will happen, one way or the other!

Kain tosses the microphone as Ariel steps in front of her man and kisses him deeply as the fans react with plenty of cheers for the returning superstar! As the couple leave, hand-in-hand, the camera show cut to Adams and Simone.

Simone: Kain spoke loud and I think the entire place heard his voice, fans and wrestlers alike. Kain is back and he’s not going to allow anyone to stop him from getting what he wants, including Mark Ward, one half of the SCW owners!

Adams: Let’s not forget Jordan Williams either, who must have been shocked that Kain returned! How will Jordan, Mark, and the rest of the SCW be responding to Kain, now that he has returned?




The cameras open to Mark Ward’s office, except that Mark is not there. Behind the desk is Aleksei Koji smoking a cigar. In the office is the rest of the Party Horde including Aleksei’s added muscle. The door slams open and Mark marches in.

HS: What the hell are you doing here?

Aleksei: I am sitting in your comfy chair. I am an injured man afterall.

HS: You might wanna get your arse, out of my chair and get back to the hospital, or the nearest bar. I can easily send you back to the nearest hospital, on me, no taxi required, just a big white thing with flashing blue lights. You and these....

Hot Stuff points at the rest of the Party Horde

HS: These jobbers

Aleksei: Calm down, Marky my friend. I don’t want you to get too much stress, it is bad for the soul. I will say what I need to say and then my horde will leave with me. I just wanted you to be the first to know that the doctor says I am on the mend despite what you did to me...and that means someday soon I will be able to fight again. When that day comes I expect to have matches with each and every one of your goons. Then I want a match with you. Are we clear?

Hot Stuff smirks

HS: You think you can beat Tom? You think you can beat Jordan? You think for a second, you can beat Nick? You've done nothing Aleksei, me, I've done it all. You, you've done nothing

Aleksei: Dah, thats a fair point. Have you seen the movie Snatch before....it is British film so I imagine you have. See in that movie, the mob boss reminds you of me. He is old like you, and he is a power hungry dick just like you are. Also he has gypsy trouble, just like you have. And in the movie he makes the mistake of thinking that the his gypsy problem is no big deal. Yeah just like you think I am no big deal.

HS: Are you drunk Aleksei? This is not a movie. In movies, things are scripted so no one gets hurt. Things are not scripted here, people get hurt, you can get hurt. This isn't Hollywood sunshine, and I'm not like the one punch Pikey from the movie.

Aleksei: Your right, this is not a movie and this is no joke. You made this personal Marky boy. I was perfectly fine drinking and having fun, but you hit me when I was nearly defenseless. You did it in public and then you hurt my friends. You have created your very own gypsy problem and I have dealt with real mob bosses before. Guys that don’t mess around. You’re a pretty boy on a power trip...and that is all. I am not going to be undone by the likes of you.

Aleksei stands up with some strain and walks forward with his cane. Some of his friends move in close in case a fight breaks out. Aleksei looks at Mark.

Aleksei: When I get better you give me those matches or you are going to have your very own gypsy problem. I have many friends and most of them don’t play by your rules. Remember that friend.

As Aleksei and the Party Horde leave the room, Hot Stuff smirks and talks to himself

HS: Silly bastard. Welcome to SCW, where I make the rules. He hasn't learned much from Spike. He just opened his whole family up to a world of hassle

Hot Stuff walks behind the desk, dusting off his seat and sitting down as the camera fades




Backstage, Spike Staggs is seen talking on his cell phone, pacing back and forth. He is talking quietly until he adjusts his black canvas jacket as if to show off his black NXT shirt and skull belt buckle. He leans against the wall for a moment, allowing the SCW Heavyweight Championship to glisten in the light. He lowers his sunglasses as he takes a deep breath.

Spike: Wenn wir dies tun sollen, müssen wir schnell fungieren…

Spike rubs at his eyes, nodding his head as he listens to the person respond. He does a few “Ja… Ja…” responses as he nods his head. His voice becomes a little bit more commanding as he leans off of the wall, standing straight up.

Spike: Ja, ja, ja…. Ich weiß, dass Sie herein auf der Aktion wünschen. Ich wünsche Sie herein auch, weil Sachen ernst erhalten.

Spike breathes in heavily through his nose before a smile breaks out across his face. He strokes his chin delicately, nodding his head.

Spike: Solidarity my brother… Vertrauen kommt nicht einfach mit mir. See you when I see you…

Vixen moves into view, smiling as she tilts her head slightly, checking down the hallway before moving up to move her hand along the title belt.

Vixen: I didn't know you spoke German Spike. Or was that Dutch...I never can tell the difference.

Spike looks caught off guard as Vixen walks up to him, grabbing a hold of his hand. He slides the phone cautiously back into his pocket as he smiles once more. He gently strokes Vixen’s chin as he looks down into her eyes.

Spike: Ja… I mean, yes. I lived in Germany for a while with my uncle and brothers. It is where I first trained to be a wrestler. I still have family over there.

Spike leans down and gently kisses Vixen on the lips.

Vixen:So Champ, want to thank you again for a great thanksgiving. And tonight, with my match being the tag match that will rock the night nothing is going to stop me from winning my shot at another title once again.

Spike: I have complete faith in you and Odette tonight. Both of you should be on your way to making NXT the most decorated stable in SCW. And maybe we could be the next golden couple…

Spike leans down once again, pressing his lips against Vixen’s. This time, they exchange the liplock for what seems like ages before Spike gently pulls away. His smirk comes back over his face as he turns toward the NXT locker room.

Spike: Well, we have a little bit until your match. Why don’t we go into the locker room where I can give you a proper massage to help you relax before your match.

Vixen: Don’t you think it would be better to wind down with a massage after my match?

Spike: It would… but right now, no one is in the locker room, and…

Vixen bites her bottom lip and then slowly leads Spike over to the NXT Locker Room door. He opens it up, and the two walk inside as the scene fades…




"That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady"

The chorus of Aerosmith's hit "Dude Looks Like A Lady" 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.

Justin: The opening contest for this evening is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from San Francisco, California... HOPE HEELCUM!

Hope Heelcum ignores the feisty crowd and waves towards crowd as he walks down toward the ringside area.

"Never judge a book by it's cover
or who you gonna love by your lover
Sayin' love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a Venus, Lord imagine my surprise."

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 as the lights begin to flicker.

Simone: It seems like we’re experiencing technical problems

Hope Heelcum walks over to the referee to show his discontent, he looks utterly bemused as the ref looks towards Justin, who in turn is also confused as to what is happening. All of a sudden the lights are completely switched off, the crowd cheer in excitement, the flashes of peoples cameras illuminate the ring for a split second showing Hope Heelcum still talking to the referee.

Adams: Hope isn’t happy that he’s waiting, especially in the dark, the Eagles Nest Arena waits until the technical problems have been solved

Simone: I’m getting word that it isn’t technical...

The Gregorian Chant “Dies Irae” begins to play, a spotlight appears on the stage as it shows druids come out from the back with a thick mist appearing down the small gangway, they seem to be carrying what looks like a lifeless body as they walk down the aisle slowly. They place the lifeless body on the ring apron and the druids slide into the ring, Hope Heelcum and the referee climb to the outside, the druids pull the body into the centre of the ring before taking their leave. “Dies Irae” begins to fade as “Vale Decem” begins to play. The body slowly begins to move but his movement is jaded, almost like he’s wounded and unable to get up by himself, he gingerly drags himself over to the ropes and uses them to get back to his feet. He stumbles backwards as a bright light begins to shine from his neck and wrist, the light slowly gets brighter and brighter before finally exploding into flames, the lights in the arena come back on as the crowd look on in awe.

Frost bounces off the ropes and looks across at a confused looking Hope as the crowd cheer the returning man of mystery. The ref calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

VS
SINGLE MATCH

Hope tries to lock up with Frost, but Frost gets instantly behind Hope but Hope bends over in front of Frost but Frost leapfrogs over Hope and lifts a knee in to his face.

Simone: I get the feeling Lucian Frost won't be falling for Hope's naughty tricks.

Adams: You don't know, he might have been sick under that mask.

Hope springs up straight and Frost spins around with a legsweep, taking Hope to the ground. Frost stands next to Hope and jumps up, dropping down on Hope with a leaping senton splash, crushing Hope. Frost stands up and raises his arms, the crowd cheering his return. Frost bounces off the ropes and jumps down, crushing Hope's chest under his leg. Frost stands up, full of energy and hits the ropes again, bouncing back towards Hope and jumping over with a rolling thunder, squashing Hope down. Frost goes for the cover and Drew Patton drops down to make the count.

1...
2....

Hope kicks out

Adams: Lucian Frost nearly finished this one early.

Frost gets to his feet, pulling the flamboyant Hope to his feet but Hope takes Frost down with a drop toehold before quickly moving to his feet and dropping an elbow down on to Frost's back and shoulders. Hope gets to his feet quickly and drops another elbow down on Frost, this time on his lower back. Hope pulls Frost back to his feet and quickly hooks the masked man up, and lifts him over with a quick snap suplex. Hope slides on top of Frost, straddling him and pushing his hands down on his shoulders. The ref drops down for the cover

1...
2....

Frost kicks out

Adams: Pins like that is why I never wanna get back in the ring, unless it was in the Bombshell division.

Simone: What would your wife say?

Adams: Probably "Why are you smiling when someone is pinning you?" or "Why do you keep losing in under a minute?"

Hope pulls Frost to his feet and whips the returning masked man in to the corner, charging in with a splash. Frost lifts his legs up on the top rope and leans back, and Hope crashes in to the turnbuckle, falling and stumbling backwards. Frost moves back around and jumps on the top rope. As Hope turns back to face Frost, Frost flies off the top rope with a huge missile dropkick!

Adams: That's the kinda Frost we all remember.

Frost stands up and pulls Hope to his feet. Frost gets to his slide and slams Hope backwards with a swinging Russian legsweep. Frost rolls through and lands on his feet, quickly jumping up and nailing Hope with a fist drop. The fans cheer as Frost quickly moves to his feet, and stands away from Hope. Hope gets to his feet and Frost charges towards him, but Hope quickly lifts him in a sidewalk slam position and drops him down with a backbreaker! Hope gets to one knee and then his feet as he looks down on Lucian Frost. He pulls Frost back to his feet and takes him by the side of his head and throws him across the ring. Hope moves towards the man of mystery and pulls him on to his feet once more, catching him under the chin with a shot to the jaw. Frost stumbles away and Hope moves in closer, sweeping Frost off his feet and hooking up his legs. Hope drops backwards and sends Frost flying across the ring with a slingshot. Frost flies across the ring and lands on the rope. Hope moves towards him and takes Frost by the ankle and just pulls him off the top rope. Frost lands on his face and Hope poses for the booing fans.

Simone: Hope just wasting time.

Hope pulls Frost up, but Frost pulls Hope down in a small package pin.

1...
2....

Hope kicks out

Adams: So close

Both men get to their feet and Hope tries to clothesline Frost, but Frost ducks and grabs Hope by the head and drops him down with a neckbreaker. The crowd cheers and Frost gets to his knees and slowly on to his feet. Hope gets to his feet and Frost jumps in the air, catching him with a high kick to the side of the head. Hope drops to his knee and Frost spins around, nailing Hope with a kick across the chest. Hope lands flat on his back and the former Roulette champion points to the top rope, causing the fans to cheer.

Simone: Frost could be looking to end this one.

Frost nods and walks towards the corner. With one bound, Lucian Frost bounds to the top rope and looks down at Hope. Frost leaps off the top rope with a high angled frog splash!

Adams: Ice Falls!

Frost stays on top of Hope

1...
2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match..... Lucian Frost!

Simone: A winning return for our first ever Roulette champion.

Adams: Welcome home Lucian, SCW just got more mysterious




The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. Hot Stuff takes a mic from Justin Decent and raises it to his lips and speaks as the music dies out

HS: This week has been a little crazy to say the least, but through the crap, I've had to sit and laugh. I have a little clip from High Stakes II, that I just can't help replaying over and over and that little clip is of our very own little Aussie Bombshell, Odette Ryder.

The fans instantly cheer at Odette's name being mentioned.

HS: Yeah, get it out ya system. Just before High Stakes II, this gobby little bird from the land down under, tried to get one over on me, mock my little group of proven champions. Two phrases come to mind there, number one, don't shit where you eat and number two, sort your own home out first. Our little Odette is part of a group in name only, cause let's be honest, there's a huge gap between everyone in NXT. Jessie and Vien are jealous of Odette, Casey is in Spike's shadow, and the Party Horde have gone from being here and entertaining to nothing. Giani Di Luca, signed as a breakout star has done nothing since joining those.

The fans boo

HS: Odette decided to do both those phrases. She decided to take shots at my group, to hide the fact that all this NXT for life bullshit, means nothing. It's a group pulling in so many different directions, none reading from the same hymm sheet. So I set Odette a little challenge, to become the champion, to prove her worth by winning by submission. Oh dear Odette, fall a bit short did we?

Hot Stuff laughs

HS: Here lies a problem Odette, see you couldn't live up to the challenge, could you? You know what that means? Means you have now become of absolutely no value to me or SCW, so time to get that arse out here and plead your damn case

“Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with cheers. Not wasting any time Odette Ryder makes her way out to the top of stage, she stops to pose for a few photos before making her way down the short ramp. Ignoring her boss in the middle of the ring Odette slaps the out stretched hands of her fans.

HS: Stop the music… Odette please… I don’t have all night

Screwing her nose up at him Odette just shrugs her shoulders and runs towards the ring sliding in underneath the bottom rope. The arena is filled with cheers for their resident Aussie as she walks around Mr Hot Stuff to take a microphone from Justin.

HS: I guess you’re wondering why I’ve called you out here tonight?

Odette nods her head slightly as Mark Ward continues

HS: You see you’ve disappointed me Odette… time and time again you have let me and this company down… by joining the New Xtremes to screwing up your last match at High Stakes two… you don’t look so confident now Miss Ryder… Since losing your shot at reclaiming the Bombshell Championship… Tell me Odette how does it feel to be a loser?

Opening her mouth Odette goes to speak but Hot Stuff cuts her off

HS: Save it… I’m going to give you precisely five minutes of my time and tell me why I shouldn’t fire you right here right now.

As Hot Stuff approached the petite Miss Ryder he made sure he was towering over her. Looking down at his watch he tapped the face with his index finger.

HS: Were waiting Miss Ryder…

Odette was gobsmacked at first but after a quick few seconds to think about it, she licked her already glossed lips and brought the microphone up to speak.

Odette: Let me get this straight… I’ve lost what… four times and your making me justify myself? You want me to grovel you would want nothing more than to see me get on my knees and beg for my job wouldn’t you? Well Marky Mark it’s not going to happen… Let’s get one thing perfectly clear… I don’t need you, you need me… so if you want to fire me… go ahead fire me but know this… the moment I walk out that door my Rydernites will be coming with me.

Mark went to say something but Odette cut him off.

Odette: Not to toot my own horn or anything Marky Mark… but even you can’t deny that I help sell a lot of merchandise around here, I help put arses on seats… and if you want to bullshit to everyone and say I don’t then fine. But you need me around Mark because I make the fans happy and when the fans are happy ultimately your back pocket gets a little bit fatter… it doesn’t matter if I win or lose… I still have the following to get through it.

Walking around her boss Odette started to shake her head in frustration

Odette: What happened to us Mark? We used to be friends… I mean you’re like my favourite boss…

She watched as Hot Stuff puffed out his chest

Odette: Right after Christian Underwood…

Cue the Australian’s trademark smirk

HS: At least I’m still a head of Erik

Odette: Oh please don’t flatter yourself…

Stopping dead in front of her Boss Odette looked up at him smiling

Odette: But my gut feeling is telling me that you have already made up your mind about me Marky… so I leave you with this… if you fire me. Do you honestly think that Gabriel will stay in Sin City Wrestling? Hmm I’d hate to play dirty Mark… but dirty seems to be right up your alley.

HS: Judging by what people say about you Odette, I'm not the only one that plays dirty to get what they want, some of us just don't hide it

Odette just laughed lightly before continuing

Odette: Cute Mark real cute, people can say whatever they want about me but we all know the only time I’ve gotten down and dirty for this company is when the summer swimsuit content was on… and from memory they liked it, am I right?

As the SCW fans let out a cheer Odette just smiled brightly

Odette: back to the subject at hand… how does it make you feel… knowing that I could take one of SCW biggest draw cards and one half of the world’s best tag team out the door with me when I leave? I’ll let you think about that… just think of all the money you’ll lose out on… so what do you say to that Marky Mark?

HS: I'd say you have a very high option of yourself. You have a very high opinon of your little boyfriend. Only one person is irreplacable around here and that would be me sweetheart. You and everyone else, I can replace in about half hour. I'm pretty sure this one might cause your first little relationship fight. How must your little boyfriend feel knowing you'd be willing to throw away his career for the sake of saving your own. Selfish much Odette?

The fans boo as Odette turns away.

HS: Yeah Odette, you can spout your NXT for life crap, you can spout ya giggley schoolgirl stuff, writing over everything Odette hearts Gabriel but the truth is, you're in this for yourself.

A smile comes over Hot Stuff's face, as if a lightbulb has appeared over his head.

HS: But I have decided to keep you around Odette. You know why? Because I'm gonna make your life hell. I'm gonna make your life a misery. You think the submission challenge was bad? You and everyone you supposedly care about are going to suffer

Odette: You can throw us all the challengers that you want Mark but read my lips when I say the New Xtreme’s aren’t going anywhere…

HS: We’ll see about that, especially when this lady gets done with you.

Hot Stuff pointed up towards the stage and out walks Misty surrounded by her disciples. Odette’s eyes locked on Misty’s as she started to walk down the ramp her posse following her. A look of concern was on the petite Aussie’s face while Hot Stuff looked impressed with himself. Misty continued her mission down to the ring where she slowly circled around it. Keeping her eyes on the ‘The Queen’ Odette watched as Misty entered the ring, while her disciples circled the ring so there was nowhere Odette could run. Approaching Odette slowly Misty looked towards her with evil eyes, just like a shark does with ones pray Misty continued to cirle Odette sizing her up. Finally walking around Miss Ryder once more Misty stopped in front of her as the two Bombshells continued to stare each other down the fans in the sold out arena were screaming in excitement. They wanted to see the outcome of this but for now the scene in the ring quickly faded to backstage.




The crowd boos out loud upon seeing the Bombshell Roulette Championship. They knew who was holding the title after the epic ladder match at the last 2012 SCW pay-per-view High Stakes. It dangled there as reminders to all that darker days have arrived in Sin City Wrestling. The camera scales up the arm, and it is revealed as belonging to Alexis Morrison. She’s in the back placing dark eyeliner on before getting ready for tonight’s match. Karina Koji walks up dressed in fight gear, her typical purple and black hoody have been replaced with a purple and black boxer robe. She walks right up to Alexis and gets very close to her, a wicked smile on her face.

Karina: I rose from the ashes to face you and you did not disappoint me.

Alexis Morrison: And do I look like the type who needs some kind of approval from anybody? Especially, coming from someone who couldn’t defeat Vixen and remain the champion. You beat Kittie for this championship and yet, couldn’t manage to overcome her. You are pathetic. Keep on observing while I remain the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Alexis says finishing up on her last eyelash before turning around with an evil presence about her. Going almost nose-to-nose with Karina not showing any fear. Karina does not back down either and continues to smile.

Karina: Yeah maybe I will do that for a while. Maybe I will let you enjoy your brief victory and introduce myself to some of these weak girls that want to be fighters. Or maybe I will take that title away from you next week, or I could take it from you now.

Karina moves in very close to Alexis and the smile fades away, yet her voice sounds almost sweet as it whispers.

Karina: There are many paths we can take with this but they all end with me taking my title back. It is written in the stars that I will stand above you holding this belt that will be blessed with your blood. I don't care how long it takes....but do make sure you hold on to that title for when my moment arrives. Don't loose it to one of these pathetic little girls...or else I will get my belt another way then come to find you so that I can end your sad career.

Alexis looks down at Karina's lips, caressing the cheek with her left hand before her eyes looked up. She smirks devilishly.

Alexis Morrison: And I will be more than overjoyed to drink your blood after you've fallen again. Kitten, there are few worse things than death. Facing me once more is just one of them. But, that is not our decision. Plus you already had your chance at the championship until you've proven worthy of another opportunity, I advise you to keep those thoughts to yourself.

Closing her eyes, Morrison suddenly and surprisingly kisses Koji. Their lips part and Alexis' eyes opening like she had fed off the inner soul within Karina's body. She twirls backwards away from Karina, arms closed tight against her chest hugging herself before they drop to the side.

Alexis Morrison: I knew that tasted sweet, Pretty Kitten. Hope you've enjoyed that lastly kiss of death. Believe me, I did.

Karina backs away confused as Alexis winks at her. She shakes her head in disbelief and walks away.




The cameras switch backstage, just outside the Bombshell's locker room area. The four men in Misty's disciples stand outside the door, standing guard. Each of them has their arms folded across their chest, and when SCW reporter, Pussy Willow, approaches the door, Zane steps in front of her with Damien standing next to him.

Damien: Stop right there. What is your business here?

Pussy Willow looks up at Damien, then glances to Zane.

PW: I believe I'm here to do my job, and this is the Bombshell's locker room so I'm allowed in there. I'm assuming since you four at watching the door like a pack of wolves, Misty is in there.

Damien: You may come back later. Our Queen is preparing for her match and does not wish to be disturbed.

Pussy Willow laughs and attempts to take a step forward. Zane again holds his arm out, keeping her back. She looks him uncomfortably, and neither Zane nor Damien steps aside.

PW: I've been instructed to conduct a pre-match interview with your queen, boys. Now, we can do this the easy way, or I can go find Mark Ward or Christian Underwood and have one of them have you four escorted from the building. Which will it be?

Damien, Zane, Sebastian and Dante all laugh and shake their heads. The lockerroom door opens behind them, and Misty peeks her head out, smiling politely when she sees Pussy Willow.

Misty: Damien...Zane...Step aside and let Miss Willow do her job. She is not a threat to me.

Damien and Zane each step aside without argument. Pussy Willow steps past them, glancing at each of them with a brief roll of her eyes before she walks into the locker room, following Misty. Once inside, Misty walks over to a bench and takes a seat.

Misty: To what do I owe this pleasure, Miss Willow?

PW: Enough with the pleasantries, Misty. Everyone knows you hate these interviews, so why bother trying to act polite?

Misty laughs, reaches into her bag and pulls out her wrestling boots.

Misty: I'm offended that you truly feel this is an act, Miss Willow. I might have hated interviews at one time, but that was before. I'm now perfectly happy to take part in an interview.

PW: When did you start using the Bombshell locker room?

Misty: Today, actually. How else am I to get to know the entire Bombshell roster, and they to know me? It's a pity it's rather empty at the moment, don't you agree?

Pussy Willow nods slowly, not looking very much in agreement. Misty puts her boots on and begins lacing them up.

PW: So you suddenly feel the need to get to know the Bombshell roster even though the majority of them don't even like you? How do you expect that to work out?

Misty: They don't have to like me, Miss Willow. No one has to like me.

PW: I sense a "but" coming on...

Misty smiles and looks up at Pussy Willow.

Misty: I would have finished that, if you didn't rudely interrupt me. No one has to like me, particularly the Bombshell roster BUT...They do have to respect me, and they will. They have to respect their leader..their Queen.

PW: Leader? You're not even the Bombshell Champion. How could you consider yourself their leader?

Misty: Just because I don't hold the title does not mean I am not a leader, Miss Willow. I am a seasoned competitor in this company. I have been around since SCW opened its doors, except for the three months I was out injured. I am a two time Bombshell Champion..The former NWA Cruiserweight Champion and the Woman of the Year. Who else could be considered their leader?

Pussy Willow is about to answer but Misty holds her hand up, stopping her response before it comes.

Misty: Please do not say our current Bombshell Champion, Amanda Cortez, because I'd really rather not even begin to speak about her. Certain people, well one in particular, believes that I am jealous of our current Bombshell Champion, but what do I honestly have to be jealous of? Sure, she holds the title at the moment, but I've held the title twice already, and soon enough, I'll have it for a third time. I would still be the champion now, if a certain red-headed slut hadn't cost me the title in the first place.

PW: Do you really believe that? You truly believe Odette Ryder never would have been champion?

Misty finishes lacing up her boots and stands up. She takes a few steps forward approaching Pussy Willow.

Misty: Ahh, Odette Ryder...Our Rookie of the Year here in Sin City Wrestling. Do I believe she never would have been champion? It is highly unlikely, yes. She said herself on more than one occassion she considered me the true champion. She said that until just recently in fact.

PW: What exactly is your issue with Odette Ryder? You seem to be focusing a lot of your attention on her, but from what I hear, you're rather nice to her on Twitter.

Misty: I have no issues with Odette, Miss Willow. I will be the first to admit that. I show kindness to her on Twitter, because she does the same. It's as simple as that. Odette Ryder is...a very sweet girl.

Misty almost has trouble finishing that sentence, and the compliment towards Odette, and Pussy Willow can't help but laugh. Just then, the locker room door opens, and Ruby walks in looking slightly embarrassed. Misty looks at her curiously.

Misty: What on earth took you so long, Ruby?

Ruby bows her head apologetically.

Ruby: Forgive me, my Queen. Your task was a little diffcult.

PW: Task? What task?

Misty: That is none of your business, Miss Willow. Ruby, how difficult could it possible have been? You just had to follow her!

Ruby: Yes, but she nearly saw me a few times.

Misty shakes her head in annoyance and then looks back to Pussy Willow.

Misty: Anything else you need Miss Willow?

PW: Any last minute words for Karina Koji?

Misty takes in a deep breath and pretends to think before a wicked smile crosses her face.

Misty: Yeah...Best of luck and prepare to kneel before your Queen!

An awkward look appears on Pussy Willow's face as Misty turns and heads back over to the bench with Ruby following behind her. Misty sits down in the bench and Ruby sits at her feet. The cameras return back to ringside.




Backstage, James Huntington-Hawkes III has his SCW Roulette title belt over his shoulder, with Simpson standing behind him. James is complaining to head of Talent Relations, Erik Staggs.

JHHIII: They won't take me seriously! I'm a champion now and they just won't take me seriously. I demand you make them take me seriously!

Erik: What do you want me to do about it?

JHHIII: Well you're head of talent relations, you're meant to take complaints and fix them, I'm complaining that these people who apparently call themselves my equal, are not taking me seriously.

Erik: I can't make people like you and I don't blame them, you are a pain in the ass.

James stomps his feet

JHHIII: I am not a pain in the... I am not!

Erik: Maybe when you start acting like a champion, people will look at you as a champion.

JHHIII: I do act like a champion! I sign autographs for people who ask for them. I work hard, I have the damn belt!

Erik: Maybe you need some lessons in how to be a champion.

Giani Di Luca appears next to James.

Giani: I got this one bro.

Erik let's out a sigh of relief and pats Giani on the back.

Erik: Good luck

Erik walks away and James looks at Giani.

JHHIII: Who are you?

Giani: Bro, everyone knows who I am. I'm Giani Di Luca

James looks towards Simpson and shrugs

Giani: I can help you get noticed for more than your role as an ompa lompa in Charlie and The Chocolate Factory.

JHHIII: Hey! I was not!

Giani: You sure on that one? Swear I saw you in that movie.

JHHIII: I was not! What do you know about being a champion? You've like wrestled like once or something here.

Giani: Dude, you have no idea who you're talking to. I was a BACW champion for like six months.

JHHIII: Well bully for you.

Giani: That Erik guy is right, you're not acting like a champion bro.

JHHIII: Uh huh

Giani: You have to do things away from the ring to get people behind you.

JHHIII: Like get a TV show rip off

Giani: Or look like a popular bubblegum pop singer.

JHHIII: I do not look like him!

Giani: Bro, you do.

James looks at Simpson, stomping his feet. Giani puts his hand on James's shoulder.

Giani: Don't worry bro, I got this. In no time at all, I will turn you in to the champion you want to be. Fame, money and women... well, maybe not the money, cause you got that, but the fame and women anyway.

James's eyes light up, opening widely

JHHIII: Women?

Giani shrugs

Giani: Well, we'll try anyway.

James looks at Giani with lowered eyebrows as the scene fades




Simone: Up next we have a Roulette Rules match between two of the toughest women in SCW, for SCW Bombshell Champion Misty is set to take on Karina Koji who made her return last week.

Adams: Please god let it be a Bra and Panties match!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to “The World Belongs to Me” by My Darkest Days begin to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, the enigmatic figures of Misty and her disciples, fully cloaked in black robes emerge from backstage.

Justin: The following is a Roulette Rules match scheduled for one fall, approaching the ring, being accompanied by her disciples, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 130lbs she is the Queen of the Damned Misty!

Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane surround her protectively with Ruby following behind them. They slowly and methodically walk their way to the ring, ignoring the sounds of the booing fans coming from the crowd. Once to the ring, Damien, Dante Sebastian and Zane enter the ring first. Misty waits at the bottom of the steps as Ruby walks past her, joining the brothers in the ring. She sits on the 2nd rope as Misty walks up the steps, then enters the ring with Ruby's assistance. Misty walks to the center of the ring, standing in between her disciples and holds her arms out. Ruby walks up behind her and removes Misty's robe, as their Queen looks around the crowd, smiling sadistically without a care.

Simone: That woman’s been a force to be reckoned with since she returned several weeks ago.

Adams: And we still don’t know what caused her drastic change in her personality.

Misty's disciples bow to their leader, before exiting the ring, standing around the ring in support of their queen, as her music dies down and the lights return, it’s not long before 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.

Justin: And her opponent, from the Carpathian Mountains in Romania, weighing in at 116lbs, Karina Koji!

She stares at the ring and Misty, 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, once she in the ring the two Bombshells has an intense staring contest.

Simone: All that’s left is to determine the match type.

Adams: Bra and Panties, Bra and Panties!

Ms. Rocky Mountains soon appears on the titentron ready to give the Roulette Rules wheel a spin, she spins it without a word and the two Bombshells watch intently, however the stip that it does stop on causes confused looks from both Bombshells.

Simone: Special Guest Referee?

Adams: Me! Me!

The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker.

Simone: Wait, isn’t that…..

Adams: NOOOOOO!!!!!

The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage wearing a referee shirt and a pair of jeans.

Simone: This could be bad news for Karina! She’s associated with NXT, one of the major enemies of Mark’s stable!

Adams: It’s bad news for me!

He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, however once he’s inside the ring Karina gets in his face.

Karina: Try to screw me over in this match and SCW will have to look for a new co-owner.

Simone: Did….did she just threaten Mark Ward?!

Adams: Come on Belinda, it’s on the bucket list of every one who works here!

Mark keeps his cool and Karina glares at him, however Misty takes advantage of Karina’s distraction and rolls her up, Mark quickly signals for the bell and drops down for a quick two count.

DING DING DING

VS
ROULETTE RULES BOMBSHELL MATCH

Simone: What the hell what that?!

Adams: Mark trying to screw Karina……wait……

Karina is quick to get back on her feet and yells some choice words in her native language towards Mark, Misty tries for another roll-up but Karina sees her coming this time and grabs Misty’s arm before locking her in a Cross Arm Breaker, Misty tries to fight out of it whilst Mark does a half ass job of checking Misty’s condition.

Simone: You can’t be serious! Jake Salco would be a better qualified referee than him and he’s never wrestled a match in his life!

Adams: I don’t think Mark cares.

Misty scrambles over to the ropes and tries to reach them but they are just out of reach, after three failed attempts at grabbing the rope Mark orders her to release the hold.

Simone: WHAT?! Misty’s nowhere near the ropes!

Adams: I think he’s trying to make that attempt that barely missed count!

Karina glares daggers at Mark as he makes his ruling, however rather than let go Karina cranks on the pressure and Mark counts to four before successfully managing to get her to release the hold, however once she’s on her feet Karina slaps Mark Ward across the face.

Simone: First she threatens the boss and now she attacks him.

Adams: Can you blame her?

Mark spins around still feeling his hurt cheek as Karina yells some more choice words in Romanian, however whilst that is going on Misty is back on her feet and waiting for Karina to turn around, when she does Misty practically breaks her in two with a brutal spear.

Simone: Damn, I felt that Spear over here!

Adams: Karina’s family in Romania probably felt that Spear!

Misty rubs her arm in pain before dropping down for a cover, Mark applies another fast count but once again Karina is able to kick out.

Simone: Oh come on, why isn’t Christian stepping in?!

Adams: Good question!

Misty doesn’t bother complaining to Mark knowing that Mark is more interested in screwing over Karina at this point, instead Misty starts choking out Karina and Mark doesn’t even bother administering a count.

Simone: Okay, this is just ridiculous!

Adams: Try telling Mark that!

Misty eventually lets go of the choke and forces Karina too her feet, she knees Karina in the stomach before climbing to the top rope.

Simone: Looks like Misty aims to end this with the Dream Crusher!

Adams: Karina has to have more fight than this!

Misty leaps with the shooting star portion of her finisher…..but as she finishes the rotation Karina dropkicks her in mid-air sending both Bombshells to the canvas.

Simone: What a counter!

Adams: And look! Mark’s doing his job!

Mark starts to administer the count as both Bombshells lay down on the canvas, Karina starts to get up to her feet by the five count and is up at the count of seven, she turns around to go on the attack……but instead Hot Stuff spins around, catching Karina under the jaw with his shoulder!

Simone: Oh for fucks sake!

Adams:……

Simone: Yeah, I said a swear word, and no I don’t care, this is bullshit!

Misty gets back to her feet as Karina falls to the mat. Hot Stuff looks down, his arms out wide, protesting innocence and accidents, Misty quickly goes for a cover 1 2……KICKOUT!

Simone: How did she kick out of that?!

Adams: I think Mark and Misty are asking the same question!

Mark and Misty look frustrated before Mark points her to the top turnbuckle telling her to finish it, Misty climbs the top turnbuckle whilst Mark holds Karina in place, Misty leaps for a shooting star press…..but Mark forgot to pin down Karina’s legs and Katrina is able to get the knees up!

Simone: Karina’s still in this!

Adams: And she’s still pinned down by Mark……lucky bastard!

Karina gets free of Mark’s grip and kicks Mark in the balls much to the enjoyment of the crowd, Karina gets up and Misty turns around….only to be tripped up and locked in The Quiet Place!

Simone: Karina may have it!

Adams: But Mark’s still down!

Misty tries to fight out of it as Mark gets to his feet, Misty looks like she’s going to tap and her disciples try interfere but Mark signals for the bell once he’s on his feet.

Simone: Did she tap?

Adams: Karina thinks so!

Karina starts celebrating in the ring as Mark tells Justin Decent something, Justin nods before putting the microphone to his lips.

Justin: The winner of the match…..as a result of a Disqualification Misty!

Simone: What the?!

Adams: I think she’s being disqualified because of that nut shot!

Mark quickly bolts up the rant upon seeing how angry Karina is and Misty and her disciples quickly escape the ring.




We open up backstage to find Spike Staggs towering over the shorter Vixen the two look as if they are in the middle of a very heated conversation, but the two are quickly broken up as a gruff accent is heard in the back ground.

“Sie hat mir nicht gesagt, dass sie dieses schöne mein Bruder war ... Ich fühle mich betrogen“ (You didn't tell me that she was this beautiful my brother... I feel cheated.)

Turning around quickly Spike reconized the accent and the language a bright smirk crawled across his face. Entering the scene was a tall built man who was dressed in a sharp black suit, the jacket of the suit was unbuttoned as well as the top three buttons on his Ralph Lauren collared shirt. Approaching Spike with an out streched hand the two exchanged a hand shake before the unknown male dragged Spike in for a brotherly hug. Vixen’s eyes grew wide as she was trying to work out what on earth was going on, pulling apart the two males looked at each other before turning their attention to Vixen.

Spike: Vixen this is my friend Derek... Derek Thorne... Derek this is

Before Spike could finish his sentance Derek had taken the slender right hand of Vixen’s and brought the warm flesh of the back of her hand to his lips. Kissing her hand delighlty Derek kept his peircing eyes locked on Vixen.

Derek: Füchsin (Vixen)

Dropping her hand back down to her side gently Derek kept his eyes on her not even flinching, he was intense but not in a creepy way. Spike cleared his throat and brought Derek’s attention back up to his face.

Spike: I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon Derek...

Derek: What can I say brother? You called and I answered... now please walk me through this predictament that you have here.

And with that said and done the scene fades to nothing.




There is a hush over the audience as the lights in the venue go black. After a moment, there is a small, faint light in the ring. And seconds later, another small flame dances. Soon enough, there are several small flames, and the appearance of a cake starts to form. After there are roughly thirty candles on this cake that are lit, the lights come back on. Inside of the ring are NXT members Aleksei Koji and Giani Di Luca. The crowd cheers as a few “Happy Birthday” banners are hung from the ropes. Aleksei grabs the microphone from Justin Decent as he walks up toward the cake.

Aleksei: Thank you everyone for being here tonight. Two thirds of the Party Horde… and all of our followers… would like to take a bit of time to get the entire audience to join us in a special song. We are celebrating a birthday in the house on this very night.

Giani: That’s right. Tonight, everyone’s favorite dumbass is officially thirty years old! Please join us as we welcome Jamie Staggs down to the ring!

The audience cheers as “Party Hard” by Andrew W.K. blasts over the speakers. Jamie wastes no time coming out to the ring, wearing several pointed birthday hats, one on each side of his head, one around the crotch, and two against his chest. He headbangs wildly to the music as the audience cheers and laughs. He runs down the ramp, slapping hands all along the way. He stops, looks around, and then runs around the entire outside of the ring, slapping hands with the fans. He stops at the announcers table and climbs on top of it, wildly gyrating at Belinda and Jason. Giani’s obnoxious laughter can be heard from the inside of the ring.

Simone: I’m now traumatized. Jamie Staggs is going to put my eye out if he comes any closer with that… thing…

Adams: If you can’t beat them, then join them, Belinda!

With that, Jason Adams takes off his headset and climbs on top of the table. He and Jamie rip off their shirts, while Jamie is much less impressive, and they toss their shirts into the audience. Jamie hits a bro-style chest bump on Adams before leaping down and into the arms of Justin Decent! He sits there for a second as Decent is caught off guard. Jamie climbs down and comes across Amanda Hugginkiss. He dances over her, as if giving her a lap dance, and she looks almost too thrilled. As he gets off, she gives his tush a good slap, sending him on his way. He works his way around the other side of the audience before running up the steps. He goes inside of the ring where he runs around the cake with his arms outstretched.

Simone: I am surrounded by idiots!

Adams: You’re just made because that is the most action you’ve had in ages, Ice Queen…

A loud slap is heard as feedback comes through Jason’s microphone. Inside of the ring, Jamie leaps up into Giani’s arms as the Italian Stallion raises his buddy high into the air. Jamie jumps down and looks at the cake. He licks his lips, ready to dig in, but Aleksei pulls him back, shaking his head with a smile. The audience laughs as the music dies down. Giani signals to the audience with a countdown from three.

”Happy Birthday to you…
Happy Birthday to you…
Happy Birthday Dear Jamie…
Happy birthday to you…”

Jamie: CHA CHA CHA!

Giani: Happy birthday bro! Now go on ahead and cut open that cake!

Jamie goes to cut at the cake, but the knife doesn’t seem to want to go all the way through. He looks over at Giani and Aleksei who are smiling widely. They shrug, but when Jamie turns back around, the cake explodes all over him. The audience laughs as the cake flies everywhere and standing in a mess of frosting and chunks of birthday cake is a fit, well-toned, red thong-clad… male stripper. Jamie frowns as the stripper moves in closer. In the string of his thong rests a single blow pop.

Adams: Suck for a buck! I’ve heard that story before! One time, this girl named…

Simone: Oh my god! What good friends Giani and Aleksei are, holding Jamie in a headlock as that tanned, slender, God of a man… Ahem… grinds against his face!

When Jamie finally wrestles his way out of the headlock, he has a blowpop sticking out of his mouth, and frosting all over his face. Aleksei snaps a picture of Jamie as Giani raises the microphone to his lips.

Giani: Bro… you just got DICK’D! Literally Hahahaha… Happy birthday dawg.

Jamie rolls his eyes as the stripper continues dancing on the cake table. Jamie frowns at his buddies who pour him a shot, and they toast to him. He downs his own, and then snags Giani’s and Aleksei’s, downing all three before punching Giani in the chest.




As Climax Control continues “Indestructible” by Disturbed starts to play throughout the arena. Tom Dudely walks out to the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos. Tom acknowledges the crowd with a sneer before starting down the ramp.

Simone: Well, looks like we’re being joined by Tom Dudely.

Adams: He’s probably out here to trash talk Casey ahead of their match tonight.

He keeps his gaze on the ring, not giving the crowd the satisfaction of additional acknowledgement. Once at the ring, Tom climbs up the steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing between the ropes, he snatches the microphone from Justin Decent’s hands and waits for the music to stop before putting the microphone to his lips.

Dudely: Tonight I take on the big, dumb muscle of NXT Casey Williams but don’t worry, you won’t have to put up with Casey’s “wrestling” for long as I will use my experience to put that big idiot in his place tonight in this very ring!

The crowd boos the statement and Tom smirks, however before he can say anything else he spots a familiar figure making his way down the ramp.

Simone: My god, it’s Marty McFarge!

Adams: As if one annoying asshole wasn’t enough!

Dudely: What the hell? I told Mark that I wanted no interruptions……

As Tom is saying this he doesn’t notice that Matthew Kennedy has slid into the ring with a chair in his hands, he eventually turns around when Marty motions for him to do so and he has just enough time for his eyes to widen before Matthew blasts him over the head with the chair.

Simone: What the……

Adams: What’s Matthew doing?!

Matthew continues to whack Tom over the head with the chair though it’s obvious that the first chairshot busted Tom open, whilst that is going on Marty is setting up a table by the ring apron and once Marty’s done Matthew grabs the microphone.

Kennedy: Mark Ward, Nick Jones, Spike Staggs, consider this a message to all three of you! As for you Tom……you have just been cancelled!

Matthew rolls Tom under the bottom rope on the side of the ring facing the table and places the chair in the center of the table.

Simone: My god, what’s he doing?!

Adams: Sending a message!

Matthew steps onto the ring apron and picks up Tom before placing him between his legs, the crowd comes alive once they realize just what Matthew has in mind.

Simone: Oh god, tell me he’s not…..

Matthew picks up Tom for the Prime Time Special!

Adams: Where’s the rest of Mark Ward’s stable?! This could end Tom’s career!

We can see Mark Ward running down to the ring like he’s Usain Bolt but he’s too late, Matthew leaps off the apron and drives Tom through the chair and the table with the Prime Time Special earning a massive “Holy Shit” chant from the crowd.

Simone: Oh my god!

Adams: Tom isn’t moving! Matthew may have just committed career suicide!

Matthew and Marty quickly escape via the crowd whilst Mark checks on Tom.




The cameras turn to the inside of Aleksei Koji new tour bus. The living area is already trashed with a fair amount of bottles of booze and lady undergarments. Aleksei sits in a chair his arm still in a light cast but the crutches have been replaced with a cane. Sitting with him is Casey Williams looking espescialy big in the small living space.

Aleksei: Hey my main man, it is good to see you again.

Casey: It is good to see you again, I was worried about you bud especially what happened after our tag title shot against Sinful Obsession and Dream Chaserz

Aleksei: I leave for a little bit and everything goes crazy. I thought I was done dealing with power hungry mobsters and their goons...but this stuff with Mark Ward!? What are your thoughts about it?

Casey: I know, I am as furious about it as anyone, seeing I was one of the men attacked by Mark’s group of goons. Trust me, they have no idea what hell will reign down on them. I assume you saw that fight I had at High Stakes II with Jordan?

Aleksei: I saw your fight with Jordan, that was brutal. Are you hoping to get another chance to beat the crap out of him?

Casey: Like I said, the war has just started between NXT and Mark’s group. I would love to get my hands on Jordan again, and then work on taking each member of his group out, saving Mark for last.

Aleksei: Well after you are done with him I would like a chance as well. I want some time with all four of those douche canoes. But I also want to make sure NXT stays strong you know? The other day I snuck into this work confrence for the free booze and they were doing team building stuff. Trust falls and crap like that. I think we should do something like that, what activity do you think would build us up as a team?

Casey: I agree we need to do something to show us as united, but at the same time, we have been a stable for a while, and I think we can trust each other fairly well. I mean, the only ones I really don’t trust is Giani and Jamie, but they lighten the mood a bit when we need it. I think we just need to kick some ass.

Aleksei: You know I love my party horde, but I do like the ass kicking idea. I will drink to that!! So once this whole little war with Mark is over what title are you wanting to go for? Maybe you and I could give that tag title another try.

Casey: Spike currently has the title I want, and assuming Nick wants a rematch and Spike retains, then naturally, the tag titles is the next best title, and what better partner can I ask for than you Aleksei.

Aleksei: Damn right. I am not sure I have said this before...but I think your lack of hair is bad ass. Who do you think would look weirder...me with no hair or you with lots of hair?

Casey: Really, are you really asking me that? Are you really wasting my time asking me stupid ass questions like that? You asking me that is like me accusing you of having a vagina and saying you fled due to having your period. .

Aleksei: Whoa there friend...its okay. My my you are cranky. We need to get you in the ring again soon to tear some things up. Thanks for coming by though.

Casey: It was my pleasure. I look forward to seeing you get back in the ring and join us in the ass kicking.




*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first at a combined weight of 254 pounds, they are representing the New X-Tremes, they are… ODETTE RYDER AND VIXEN!!!

“Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over the PA system. The lights dim as a spotlight shines on center stage. Odette Ryder is standing next to Vixen. Vixen looks to Odette who is surveying the audience. After a few seconds, Vixen salutes and both ladies dash down the ramp. They slide in under the bottom ropes and raise their arms up in the air before working the turnbuckles, getting the crowd riled up. They switch sides, doing the same before they meet in the middle of the ring, talking amongst themselves as they focus on the entryway.

Justin Decent: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 245 pounds, they are Tattooed Goddesses… LAURA JACKSON and Bombshell Champion AMANDA CORTEZ!!!

As “Stripped” by Rammstein starts the curtain is pulled back and out onto the stage roars a Harley bike. Sitting on the bike is Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson. Mandy shut off the bike and the pair slowly get off the bike. They then go down the ramp slapping hands with the fans. Then Laura slips into the ring and then she held the ropes opens for Mandy to enter the ring. As Amanda does this she slowly slips in teasing the fans as she get in the ring after Amanda does this the pair share a quick kiss before going to opposite side of the ring and posed for the fans before turning toward Vixen and Odette. The talk as they point over at the NXT girls. Vixen and Odette stare at them, both seeming to mimic each other by biting their lips in frustration. They turn to each other for the slightest of seconds before Tattooed Goddesses rush them, surprising them from behind with hair pulling. Laura whips Odette and Amanda whips Vixen around, swinging the two ladies into each other, then laughing about it. The referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

VS
BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM MATCH

Adams: Right off the bat, we’ve got some intense action between these four ladies.

Simone: Referee Drew Patton doesn’t seem as thrilled about it as you are. He is ordering Odette and Laura out of the ring.

Odette holds onto the side of her head, eyeballing her opponents as Laura happily steps out of the ring. She claps for Amanda as she stomps Vixen down into the mat. Amanda poses for the audience before leaning down to pick Vixen up. However, Vixen surprises her and the audience with an Arm Drag that sends the small bombshell across the ring. Vixen gets up and runs at Amanda, taking her down with a Shining Wizard. Vixen drops down for an early count.

1!

KICKOUT!

Simone: Laura had stepped one foot into the ring, and Odette was ready to head her off, but Amanda kicks out with force.

Adams: And our side of the audience got an… in depth view… of our new Bombshell Champion.

Belinda groans in disgust as Vixen lifts Amanda off of the mat. Amanda uses all of her might to hold onto Vixen’s hair and she falls down with a Chin Buster that sends Vixen stumbling. Amanda darts behind Vixen and hits a German Suplex, bridging it into a pin.

1!

KICKOUT!

And Vixen powers out of it quickly, rolling back into Laura who hooks her arms around Vixen. Vixen struggles to get out of it, but to no avail. Amanda struts over to Vixen, talking trash to her as Odette fights with Drew to get inside of the ring. Laura clubs Vixen’s chest as Amanda chokes her. The two laugh as Vixen is being assaulted inside of the ring. Vixen’s arms flail around until she grabs hold of Laura’s hair. She grips onto it and hits a guillotine on the top rope. Amanda releases the choke and grabs at Vixen’s legs, trying to catapult her, but Vixen takes her down with a Legscissors. Vixen works her way over toward Odette who is now shouting at the referee.

Adams: While it is exciting, I am starting to feel like Vixen is getting the raw end of the deal here. And Drew Patton is allowing this to be turned into a handicap match.

Simone: I’m inclined to agree, especially with Laura now getting into the ring.

Laura rolls into the ring and shoulderbutts Vixen to the ground. She gives a few stomps for good measure before locking on a Camel Clutch. She shouts for the referee’s attention as Vixen struggles against Laura. Drew turns around and slides next to the two on the ground, waiting for Vixen to give up. However, Odette wastes no time in getting into the ring. She hits a roundhouse kick to Laura, immediately breaking up the hold. She sees Amanda getting into the ring and she hits a picture perfect baseball slide. Odette turns and hits a legdrop on Laura as Vixen leaps off of the ropes with a Moonsault onto Laura. The referee is shouting at Odette who smiles innocently and walks over to her corner. She steps outside for only a second before Vixen tags her in officially.

Simone: If we didn’t think Odette was on fire before, she sure is now.

Adams: Even when she is angry, she is still bubbly and fun!

Odette lifts Laura off of the mat and Irish whips her into the corner. She stomps around, getting the audience behind her with a sharp war cry, she charges forward, leaping up onto the second turnbuckle, taking a second to look around to the cheering audience. She hits a couple knuckle shots before falling down with a Monkey Flip. The audience cheers louder, as well as her tag partner Vixen. As Odette shoots up to her feet, Laura struggles over to her corner where she tags out to Amanda, who should have been the legal wrestler all along. Odette steps back a little, giving her opponent room to enter. Amanda rolls her eyes and then signals to her waist. Odette shrugs, and then signals to her waist, holding up two fingers. Amanda steps into the ring and the two circle each other. The shorter Amanda Cortez reaches up and the two ladies lock up. Odette brings Amanda up for a Vertical Suplex, holding her there for a second before Amanda uses all of her weight to swing back down for a DDT that rocks the ring.

Adams: Holy FUCK! For such a little thing, Amanda sure packed a wallop with that move. Odette is somehow still moving, but not much.

Simone: These two ladies put on a great show at High Stakes II and they are continuing that heat here tonight!

Amanda rolls Odette over onto her back and hooks the leg.

1!

2!

2 ½!

KICKOUT!

Odette kicks out at the last possible second. The crowd cheers as Amanda pounds the mat in frustration. She gets up and lifts Odette off of the mat. She Irish Whips Odette toward her corner, but Odette reverses it and instead sends Amanda over toward Vixen. Vixen gets in a few shots before Odette comes over with a shoulderbutt that rocks the ring. Laura gets into the ring, but Vixen dashes past the wreckage and the two topple over the ropes. Amanda stumbles out of the corner and Odette measures her up. The audience goes insane as Odette locks lips with Amanda Cortez, and the kiss seems to go on forever before Odette takes Amanda down with a split jawbreaker. She dashes over to the top rope where she prepares herself for the final step of The Make Out! However, Laura capitalizes on the opportunity to trip Odette up, causing her to tumble down onto her back. Odette lies there, out cold. Laura slides into the ring and quickly drags Amanda over to their corner, where she goes to the outside. As Vixen darts inside of the ring, Laura leans down and tags herself in. As Vixen is charging at her, Laura holds her hands up innocently and Drew Patton grabs Vixen around the waist as she struggles to get at Laura.

Adams: What is Amanda doing over in the corner.

Simone: Like you even have to ask? For fan favorites, Tattooed Goddesses sure do like to play dirty.

As Vixen is moving over to her corner, past Amanda, she is caught off guard by a cheap shot to the back of her head. Amanda quickly flings a pair of diamond encrusted brass knuckles to the outside of the ring, so not to get caught with them. Laura goes over to Odette, cockily leaning down over her with a pin, kneeling on Odette’s shoulders.

1!

2!

The audience responds in pure awe and shock as Odette flips Laura forward into a pin attempt of her own.

1!

2!

Laura uses her strength to push Odette back to a pin. Amanda gets excited and turns around toward the audience, counting along with the ref, but she doesn’t see that Odette has clinched her thighs and uses all of her strength to flip Laura back before a one count. Drew slaps the mat with authority.

Adams: There is still a lot of fight in these ladies here tonight, but…

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winners… ODETTE RYDER and VIXEN!!!

Amanda jumps up and down excitedly as she hears the third slap until she turns around to see Odette jump up in excitement. “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays as Odette helps Vixen up. The two celebrate as the fans cheer, but Amanda isn’t too thrilled as she nails Odette from behind. As Odette turns around, Amanda slaps her hard across the face. The two engage in a heated exchange, getting in each other’s faces. Vixen bites her lip in anger before she leaps onto Amanda’s back, taking her down in a forceful version of her Foxy Dreams. Amanda struggles with her best to get out of it while screaming for Laura. Odette spots Laura coming for Amanda, but she plants a boot to Laura’s stomach. Laura catches it, but Odette hits a powerful Enziguri. Once Vixen’s point is made, she releases Amanda as the music starts over again. The two ladies of NXT high five and exit the ring.

Simone: The ladies of NXT are making a point. While they aren’t an official tag team in the rankings, they are proving that they have each other’s backs.

Adams: You are absolutely right, Belinda. I told you, these ladies still had a lot of fight in them.

Laura crawls over to Amanda, trying her best to help her up. She looks out to Vixen and Odette, shouting viciously at them as they both blow kisses to the Tattooed Goddesses.




Mathew Kennedy stands backstage with a mountain of a man. He seems to be nearly seven feet tall and very well built. He is dressed quite well with his wild hair tied back. Few might know him as "The Duke" Ata Tupoi.

Kennedy: You should really consider coming to SCW Ata, your talents will actually be appreciated here!

Tupoi: Yah. I know this. It has been a rough year man. First Premier falls apart and then it almost seems like I lost my mojo once I joined ACW. I can't win a match and I know...I mean I know that I am better than that. My family wants me to quit the sport, go back to Tonga but I can't give it up.

Kennedy: I’ve been busy myself with my whole crusade against Mark and his cronies, I will eliminate each of them if it means that I get another shot at the SCW Heavyweight title.

Tupoi: I also know this. That is why I am here. I thought maybe spending some time in Vegas might inspire me. Not to mention Canada is getting pretty damn cold.

Whilst the two men talk “Big and Large” Marty McFarge approaches them.

MM: Okay Matthew, I have a copy of the iron clad contract that I negotiated with Christian earlier today, if Mark wants to fire us because of the attack of Tom then he’d better have a hell of a legal team!

Matthew looks over the contract and smirked

Kennedy: I see you included the pay raise we wanted as well, excellent, oh Marty, this is Ata Tupoi.

Marty shakes hands with the giant.

MM: I’ve heard a lot about you Ata, needless to say if you ever decide to come to SCW I’ll definitely be open to managing you and Kennedy.

Kennedy: Speaking off, what are your plans now?

Tupoi: Not sure yet. I might have something in the works. What I really want to do is get back in the ring. ACW wants me back too, but I need to know that I am not going back there to be some jobber. I need the world to know that I am a true warrior. But what about you man? What are you going to do next to get the world to take notice?

Kennedy: Simple, win the SCW Heavyweight title, it has been good talking too you Ata but I have much to discuss with Marty.

Ata nods before walking off and Marty and Matthew start talking as the scene fades.




The scene opens up backstage in NXT’s locker room, we see Jessie Salco doing sit-ups with assistance from her brother Jake, the other NXT members are elsewhere in the building leaving the step-siblings with some time to themselves.

Jake: 99……100.

Jake said as Jessie sat up as she rested her arm on a raised leg.

Jess: Thanks for the help Jake but honestly? I’m going to need everything I need if I’m even going to stand a chance against Necra and Amy tonight.

Jake: I understand but don’t worry too much, you and Becky are a great team and I’m sure you’ll retain tonight, besides there is the all too apparent lack of research by Amy.

Jess: Yeah, that’s true, if she had bothered to look up my past SCW matches she’d know that I challenged for the Bombshell Tag Titles at Summer XXXTreme and only lost because my partner was a snobby bitch who got along with me like oil and water.

Jessie said before sighing.

Jess: Then again most people seem to forget that I had a career before NXT.

Jake: Too be fair the indy feds you were in prior to SCW didn’t have TV Deals and you only wrestled two matches in SCW before joining NXT.

Jess: And I lost both, still I’ve been successful since joining NXT, hell this is a good example of that!

Jessie said before holding up her half of the Bombshell Tag Titles.

Jake: True enough, I’m going to get something to drink, you want anything?

Jess: Sure, mind if I come with you though?

Jessie asked and Jake nodded, the two siblings left the lock room as the scene fades.




As the screeching call of insanity of "All Aboard" hits the speakers, Casey Williams comes out, with the intense look in his face. As the guitar riff plays, Casey walks down the ramp, pauses, pyros go off behind him.

"Crazy,but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"

Then Casey climbs up the apron and over the top rope into the ring, and gives and angry yell. Justin hands him a microphone as the music dies out

Casey: Tonight, I came out here to fight. I didn't come out here to play around, or talk about what I will do to Hot Stuff's little group if I had the chance. I came out here to fight. I came out here, to send another of those four guys who think they run the place. Just a couple of weeks a go, I put Jordan Williams through a table, tonight was meant to be your turn Tom, but instead, I have a microphone and you're not here. I came out here to fight, so I don't care if you have to wheel him down here, just do it.

The fans cheer but before Casey continues "Midnight/Tornado" blasts out of the speakers. The crowd boo as Hot Stuff Mark Ward walks out from the back, holding a microphone. He looks at Casey in the ring, his cocky, arrogant smirk on his face. The music fades down as Hot Stuff lifts the mic to his lips.

HS: Coming here to fight Casey, that's what I like to hear. I don't like all that other crap that you spurt out, because well, it's enough to put a normal man to sleep. I mean we all have past glories, but we all don't have to list them at every oppotunity. I mean, if I did that, than we could be here all night.

Hot Stuff rolls his shoulders back.

HS: Tom couldn't be here right now, but I know if he was, he would kick the living daylights out of you, he is indeed that good, buuuuuuuuut, I like the fact you're ready to fight at any time. It almost makes me respect you, but doesn't cut it. I will give you a fight right now Casey, how about it?

Casey: You're gonna fight me? I've been waiting a long time for this.

Hot Stuff puts up his hand in front of him.

HS: Wouldn't be much of a fight if I got in the ring with you, I only fight talented people.

The crowd gasp a little with surprise at the last comment

HS: I'm gonna give you Duke Ata instead.

Casey: Who the hell is Duke Ata?

HS: He's a hired gun Casey and you can meet him right now....

Hot Stuff points behind Casey as a huge Samoan, possibly Hawaaiian looking man slides in the ring. He stands up, looking at Casey. Casey turns around and Duke plants a thumb in to Casey's throat, sending him down to the canvas gasping for air. Duke leans over him and nails him with wild rights and lefts on to Casey's head. Casey tries to cover up but Duke pulls Casey to his feet and charges him towards the corner, slamming him hard in to the ring post shoulder first, before slamming forearms down on Casey's back and kidneys.

Adams: This hired gun is savage.

Simone: Duke Ata is attacking like a wild man.

Duke grabs Casey and pulls him out of the corner, wrapping his forearm around Casey''s throat and dropping him backwards on to his knee with a unique backbreaker. Security start to flood the ring.

HS: I wouldn't get too close to him, he will bite.

Duke stares up at the security men as they stand in between Duke and Casey.

HS: Glad you came to fight Casey, cause next week on Climax Control, you get to face Duke Ata, one on one. Come to fight then too.

Hot Stuff drops the mic as Duke rolls out of the ring. Staff check on Casey after the brutal attack.

Simone: The next week is gonna be hell for Casey, he's gonna be seeing Duke's face and thinking about ripping it off, all week




Justin Decent: At this time ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome to the ring, from Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada... Blade Alexander!

The crowd boos as “Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine begins to play. As Blade, dressed in his wrestling gear, steps out from behind the curtain, the disdain shown by by crowd grows. At first Blade just stands there to soak it in, before slowly walking down to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up, walking right over to Justin Decent and getting in the announcers face.

Justin: What? What is it? Are you here to respond to the challenge from Spike Staggs?

Blade just stares a hole through him for another moment before grabbing the mic out of his hand.

Blade: You know, for a guy named Decent it is pretty ironic that you're terrible at your job. Get out of my ring. Now.

He stares at Justin for a moment longer, then shoves him down to the mat.

Blade: Go on, go.

Justin looks up at Blade for only a moment before he hastily rolls out of the ring.

Blade: Hi. I'm Blade.

Once again a rounding sound of displeasure is heard from the crowd.

Blade: I'm a professional wrestler. That means I fight for a living. Look at me. don't I look ready for a fight?

He stands back with his arms up showing off his rust red wrestling trunks.

Blade: So why is it SCW thought it would be a great idea to have a little group therapy session and have me come out and talk instead. That's how we're going to do things now? Talk? Where's Spike Staggs huh? Where's he and his belt? In the back? Hiding? It's pretty ballsy to throw out a challenge then not bother showing up.

Blade looks around noticing Spike is no where to be seen.

Blade: So what about it Spike? You want to come out here and talk, so come out here. Speak your mind. Rewrite some of your revisionist history. Come tell the people how you deserved your title match because your pal Christian put you in the match. Come tell the people how you and Mark hate each other just because each of you have giant egos and want to be the top guy. Maybe you should come out here and explain to all these people who are stupid enough to boo you why you're a piece of shit. The real reasons this time Spike. Tell each and every one of these people why you're a giant hypocrite.

Blade lets the microphone hang at his side as the fans boo him. He looks toward the entrance ramp, waiting for Spike to show his face.. He waits there impatiently for a moment before raising the microphone to his lips. He shakes his head in disgust, and just as he is about to speak…

*GET RADY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*

“Madness” by DJ Nade begins playing as the lights drop down. The audience is on their feet as Spike Staggs pushes his way through the curtains. He, too, is dressed for a fight, wearing his spike printed black trunks with a pyramid studded belt and full pads. The only thing different about his usual entrance is the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt he has raised above his head. He stops at the edge of the stage and thrusts the belt into the air as the fans cheers only get louder. He places the belt on his shoulder and looks down to the ring with a wicked smile on his face. He dashes down the ramp and leaps up onto the ring apron where he stands for just a moment, his smile never fading. He looks past Blade as he steps into the ring and walks toward the middle where Blade is, with his back turned to him, and hoists the belt once more into the air. As he does, red pyros explode from the turnbuckles and he lets out a primal scream before lowering the belt to his shoulder once more. He turns and looks down his nose at Blade, that smile never leaving his face. He stands there as the light return to normal and Blade stares right back. After a moment, the music fades and Spike brushes past Blade, asking for a microphone from Justin Decent. Spike slowly walks back over to Blade, and raises the microphone to his lips.

Spike: What a production, eh? I mean, I could have gone bigger with my resources, but I’m not as vain as some people like to think I am. I mean, I’m not Nick Jones, right?

Spike looks around as the fans boo the name. Spike shrugs his shoulders and then turns back toward Blade, still refusing to acknowledge his presence.

Spike: Can you believe that I spent a great majority of my time trying not to get caught up in the bullshit and drama that comes along with being the SCW Heavyweight Champion? Yet, I sat back and watched as challenger after challenger failed to shut that loudmouthed sonuvabitch down for good. We watched as Jordan Williams, Rage, Lucas Darby, Primetime Matthew Kennedy, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, Kain, Bo Dreamwolf, and what’s his name… Damn, why can’t I think of it…

Spike taps his chin slowly, trying his hardest to think of that one elusive name. Suddenly a light bulb goes off in his head as his eyes widen in a sense of approval.

Spike: Oh yeah… Blade Alexander…

Spike points over to Blade with an exaggerated sense of surprise. The fans give off a mixture of boos and laughter as Spike continues to rapidly point at Blade, causing his face to turn red. As he is about to raise the microphone, Spike cuts him off, putting a hand in his face.

Spike: With that knowledge, are you sure you want to come out here and try to prove why I shouldn’t be the champion when you couldn’t even beat the guy I just beat?

Blade bats Spikes hand away.

Blade: First of all, don't ever stick your hand in my face again if you plan on keeping it.

Spike looks away to the crowd who laugh and cheer and shrugs a “who me?” shrug.

Blade: Secondly, pal... I could have beaten Nick Jones on a whim, but honestly, when SCW decided to join the NWA, that little thing on your shoulder there...

He points to Spike's SCW Championship.

Blade: That lost a lot of it's luster. But, you know, if being a regional champ is good enough for you that's fine. Personally I like to aim higher, but when you're the best you can do that.

Spike goes to respond but this time it's Blade sticking his hand in Spike's face.

Blade: Now hold on just a minute, I know what you're going to say. You HAD the NWA World Title, but the thing that bothers me Spike is the minute you lost it, you ran. You ran all the way back here to our little pond and jumped over your own so-called friends to claim a shot that they worked just as hard and just as long as you did to earn. Only difference was they didn't have one of the bosses playing cheerleader in their corner.

Spike tries to respond but once again Blade cuts him off.

Blade: Now hold on, I haven't even gotten to what you asked. About Nick Jones. Or do you not want me to mention how the Nick Jones that you beat was in no way the same Nick Jones I faced. I mean look at the facts Spike, the Nick Jones you beat has been having a crisis of faith in his ability lately. He lost that very title to Rage once. Rage! He had to join forces with Mark Ward and his crew because he just doesn't stand out anymore. And it's not because of people like you, no no Spike. Put that train of thought aside. You're not that great. If you were you'd be out here standing on your own taking on the challengers as they've earned shots like facing Casey or something, but instead you're living in Nick Jones shadow. No sooner did you win that belt than you went to work calling me out, trying to save face and trying to step in every same footprint that he did, not because I'm some loud mouth that needs to be shut up, but because you're so fucking jealous of Nick's reign as champion here that you're desperate to retrace every single step and have that reign for yourself. But you can't do it Spike, you're not the wrestler that Nick is and when it comes right down to it you're not even the man Nick Jones is. At least with Nick Jones you know where you stand, he's not someone who's going to call himself your friend and then stab you in the back.

Spike slowly turns his head toward the crowd for a second, as if to ask “Seriously?” He then raises his hand up, forcefully removing Blade’s hand from his face, flinging it out to the side. The audience begins brewing, waiting for the inevitable brawl. Spike raises the microphone to his lips, somehow maintaining a calm demeanor.

Spike: Do you hear yourself talking? As a champion, Nick Jones dodged any and every challenge that EVER came his way. He used his goons to protect his championship, and NEVER would have made a challenge. I will be a far superior champion to Nick Jones because I want to defend my status as top dog. If Casey wants a shot at my title, then he can come get it after I’ve disposed of you. I don’t care who wants a shot. If my uncle wants a shot, bring his old ass down here. If that guy in the third row wearing a Misty t-shirt wants to fight me, come on over. But it starts with you, Blade. But of course, you have managed to elude the burning question on everyone’s mind… Do you think you are man enough to step up and face me next week on Climax Control? Because the way you are BITCHING, I’m starting to think you should be challenging Amanda Cortez instead of me…

Spike’s sly smile is knocked off of his face when Blade throws a right hook, connecting with Spike’s jaw. Spike is stunned as Blade swings once more with a left hook to the temple. When Spike bows his head down, Blade hits a hard knee to his chin, knocking him back into the ropes. Spike holds onto the ropes, and as Blade charges at him, Spike hooks his arms around Blade, and both men go tumbling to the outside hard. The audience is on their feet showing support for Spike. He mounts Blade and begins thrashing him with fist after fist until Blade reverses it, hammering away at Spike’s face. Eventually, Spike works his way from under Blade, but Blade is to his feet first. He stomps away at Spike.

Simone: All hell has broken loose out here! Both men must think the match is going on right now.

Adams: I don’t think they care, Belinda. They just want to beat the hell out of each other after all of the shit they were flinging at each other.

Blade lifts Spike up, but he hits a few fists to Blade’s stomach. Blade clubs his back and then flings him toward the ring steps. Spike reverses it, and Blade collides hard with them. Spike charges at Blade, but Blade side steps and trips Spike up, causing his face to collide hard with the steps. He sits there for a second before Blade comes up, bashing Spike’s head into the steps a total of four times before Spike elbows his way back out. As he turns around, a crimson mask is forming on his forehead.

Adams: Blade has busted Spike wide open!

Simone: Why isn’t security stopping this mayhem?

Adams: I heard they were instructed by Mark Ward to allow it to continue.

Spike turns around and swings his fist hard at Blade. They both exchange heavy blows as they work their way up the ramp. With a boot to Spike’s gut, Blade bashes Spike’s head into the railing, and then pointing to the nearby NXT fans, showing them their favorite was nothing. While he is doing so, Spike wraps his arms around Blade, and brings him back against the hard metal grating. He drags Blade a few feet up the ramp where he then picks Blade up and then lifts him by the throat for the Spikey Plummet!

Simone: He is going to send Blade down onto all of that equipment! He could get electrocuted.

Adams: Suddenly, Mark Ward has repealed his decision, and security is flocking the stage along with Vixen.

Simone: How convenient for Blade, and Mark.

Blade works his way out of Spike’s grip as security pulls both men apart. Vixen calms Spike down, forcing him to look into her eyes while Blade mouths off, trying to break through the grip of the security team. We fade to the back.




The lights in the Eagle's Nest Arena begin to flicker on and off, which causes the crowd to go into a frenzy of cheers and excitement. The flickering goes on for at least a minute until finally all the lights are back on. A big red smoke bomb goes off on the entrance ramp, and the fans continue to erupt into a chorus of cheers. Finally, the opening instrumental to "Oh Canada" begins to blast throughout the arena. The crowd immediately changes it's tune, and the arena is now loud with boos. Through the curtains walks Blaque Hart's best friend and bodyguard Chase Coxx. He stops and stands at the top of the ramp looking around at the very heated crowd. He stands there for a few seconds before finally walking towards the ring. Chase is wearing blue jeans, black basketball shoes, and a black wife beater. In his right hand he's carrying a black gym bag. He walks down the aisle, completely ignoring the fans as they continue to boo him, taunt him, and shout out profanity at him. He finally makes it through the ropes and enters the ring. As he enters the ring, he paces around for a second, taking in all the hatred. He is then handed a microphone as he signals for the maestro to kill the music. He holds the microphone to his mouth and is about to speak, but he stands there, head down, waiting for the heat to die down

Chase: Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention please...

This only gets the crowd louder, the fans suddenly break out into singing "Na Na Na na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, GOODBYE". Chase, with an impatient look on his face just continues, through the loud noise

Chase: BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS!!!

Chase points towards the entrance ramp as "Oh Canada" again blares through the arena. The fans are in a frenzy as Blaque Hart quickly walks out. Wearing blue jeans, a black S.C.W. shirt, black boots, hair tied back in a ponytail, and shades covering his eyes. He quickly struts down the aisle towards the ring, like Chase completely ignoring the fans. He walks up the ring steps and walks through the ropes. As he enters the ring, he walks over to Chase and shakes his hand and gives him a quick hug. He removes his shades to reveal a very serious expression on his face, not the usual cocky grin. He hands Chase the glasses and walks around the ring with his hands on his hips eating up the heat from the crowd. His facial expression still serious, almost expressionless. Chase hands Blaque the microphone and the music slowly dies down. The noise in the arena is at all all time high as they continue to sing "Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, GOODBYE!" Blaque looks around for a second before putting the microphone to his mouth

BHBE: Thanks!

The fans erupt

BHBE: Yea, I deserve it, but let's go on and get this out of the way please...

The fans continue to sing, and chant negative comments towards Hart/Co

. Hart and Chase just stand there taking it in

BHBE: Last week, I wrestled my last match here in Sin City Wrestling!

The fans erupt into a chorus of cheers as Blaque pauses. There's still a few people singing

BHBE: Last week, at High Stakes Two, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, wrestled his last match in Sin City Wrestling!

More cheers as again Bruce pauses, Chase whispers something in his ear. Bruce walks over, and leans up against the ropes, looking out into the crowd

BHBE: I've always been a man of my word. I've NEVER EVER in my life, and in my career backed down from a challenge. I've NEVER EVER in my life gone back on my word. I was the one, I was the one that at the last minute threw out the challenge to Bo. The challenge and stipulation that whoever lost this Hardcore match, would have to leave the S.C.W. Well, we did it. We put on one of the best Hardcore matches of all time.... And well, I lost!

The fans start a DREAMWOLF chant, as Bruce smirks a little

BHBE: Ya know, when I made that challenge for that match, in the back of my mind I thought there was absolutely no way I could lose that match. I mean here's a man who doesn't do Hardcore wrestling against a man who made hardcore wrestling famous. How could I lose I thought? Then, just to put the icing on the cake, I throw out that stipulation. That stipulation that eventually ended my stint here in S.C.W.

The "Na Na Na Na" song starts to be revived

BHBE: Like I said, I'm a man of my word. Bo, you won. I mean, you couldn't, and would not have beat me without aide from Synn, but you beat me. So you that night, were the better man!

Dreamwolf chants creep back in through the arena

BHBE: So..... this is it. I'm done. But before I go, I wanna get serious for a minute here. I wanna break out of character so to speak. I want to thank you all!

The booing and chants and singing from the fans slowly begin to die down as the smarts in the crowd begin to realize this is turning into a "shoot

BHBE: For the past year, you all have honestly made every day worth waking up to. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you!

The "smarts" in the crowd silently sit there listening while the others give a little cheer

BHBE: Sin City Wrestling, from the boys in the office, to the ring crew, to the boys in the locker room. You are all hands down the best group of people I have EVER been around.

Blaque's eyes begin to water and he tries to discretely wipe them as Chase walks over to him and places his arm on Blaque's shoulder

BHBE: You fans are hands down the best in the world!

The crowd pops

BHBE: I'm not doing this for some cheap "pop" I'm doing this from the heart. I wouldn't be the man I am today without you. Sin City Wrestling, ya got the best roster of ANY company I have EVER worked for. From bottom to top the toughest competition in the world. I worked with the best for the past year and I hope you all many more years of success!

Blaque pauses, bowing his head and leaning up against the ropes with his head down as "PLEASE DONT GO!" chants start

BHBE: I've done this for a long, long, long time. It's been my life. It's been all I've ever known. But I have to be honest with ya. Last week at High Stakes, when I was out there in that ring, when I lost that match. Not only did I lose my match, my S.C.W. contract, but I lost my smile. This is it, I love you all. Thank you Mark, Thank you Matt, and Thank you Christian for giving an old man a chance to redeem himself.

Bruce signals for Chase to give him the gym bag. Chase walks over to grab and it and bring it back to Bruce. Bruce reaches down, unzips the bag and pulls out his black and red tights. He walks over to one of the corner posts, looks out into the crowd, eyes red, and places the tights on the ropes. He then quickly walks through the ropes and walks towards the back with his head down the entire time, not even acknowledging the fans, Chase stands in the ring with a black stare on his face as Blaque walks through the curtains towards the back




Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen leaving his office when he is approached by Pussy Willow.

PW: Hey boss, can I have a few minutes.

HS: Sweetheart, I have been running around this poxy show all night, doing everything. I've been dealing with idiots all night, and all I want is a beer and a lapdance. I have been slapped and kicked in the nads by some tart trying to make a name for herself. I Feels like I have done nothing but appear everywhere and I'm tired. Doesn't anyone else work here

PW: I just want to ask about a couple of situations here.

Hot Stuff leans against the door.

HS: Make it quick sweetheart, those strippers aren't gonna tip themselves. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, I mean I've already taken flack this week on Twitter for actually having a life, and being unfocused by a certain bombshell that clearly wants my job.

Hot Stuff looks at the camera.

HS: Yeah, that was a shoot.

Hot Stuff looks at Pussy Willow.

HS: Ask what you want.

PW: I wanna ask about Billy James, what is his status here?

Hot Stuff smirks

HS: Billy James doesn't have a status here. I kicked him in his Hot Stuff wannabe in the face at High Stakes II, to prove that he will never belong here, that this is my playground and Billy James is not welcome here.

PW: So no Hot Stuff Vs Billy James III?

HS: He's not good enough to get in the ring with me, just like these morons trying to step up against me and my boys now.

PW: That leads me on to my next question. What do you think of the threats from Aleksei and Prime Time Matthew Kennedy.

HS: Glorified jobbers. You think threatening me is the way that's gonna get you noticed? Piss off! Here's the long and short of things. These idiots are trying to do exactly what they did to the Dream Chasers, to scare them off, but here's the difference. We don't break under pressure, we don't run away crying, we stand and fight. Kennedy's threat to me is just laughable. What have you ever done? Oh lemme see, nothing and he thinks he can step up to me? Kennedy, you wanna make threats, well I don't have to because I own your worthless arse, thanks for signing that contract buddy, means that I OWN you. It means I could let Christian dream up unthinkable matches just for you. I could let him go to his deepest fantasies and make you look like the biggest idiot in the world, not that you need help in that department. Here's how I wanna respond to your threat. Next week son, you get to face Nick Jones and Jordan Williams. If you beat them, then I'll take notice of who you are. By the way Kennedy, I DO have a good legal team

Hot Stuff smirks at the camera and walks away




The locker room area. Gabriel sits in the dressing rooms waiting. Odette Ryder walks through the door, a wide smile onher face as Gabriel stands up from his seated position, picking Odette off her feet and kisses her passionately. He put Odette back on her feet and the Aussie Bombshell wraps her arms around his waist.

Gabriel: Congrats baby. You owned that match.

Gabriel kisses Odette on the cheek as she moves her arms up around his neck.

Odette: What are you doing here baby? I thought you was staying in Vegas and hanging with the guy with the orange hair and too much guy-liner?

Gabriel looks at the camera and shrugs and back to Odette.

Gabriel: Hate being away from ya. Hate missing the kisses from my gorgeous Aussie.

Odette reaches up and kisses Gabriel on the lips softly.

Odette: I miss them too, but you didn't have to come out here.

Gabriel: I did

Odette: Why?

Gabriel: Cause this little guy told me too.

Gabriel reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a small kitten. Odette smiles widely as Gabriel hands the kitten to Odette. Odette lifts the kitten up and kisses it on the head.

Odette: Did you miss mummy?

Odette cuddles the kitten. Gabriel leans in to Odette.

Gabriel: And I thought maybe you and I could....

Gabriel whispers in her ear. Odette's eyes widen but a smile crosses her beautiful face.

Odette: Naughty, but how can I resist?

Odette hands Gabriel the kitten back.

Odette: I'll just get my stuff.

Gabriel nods and Odette kisses Gabriel quickly and moves outof the camera shot. Behind Gabriel, Rage appears. Gabriel looks at him.

Gabriel: Wanna hold my cat?

Rage grows at Gabriel and walks away.

Gabriel: Pussy.

Gabriel looks at the kitten.

Gabriel: Not you.

The scene fades out




Justin: The following matchup is tonight main event… introducing first the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions… the team off Becky Raaaaaggdolll Jones and Jessiiiieee Salco…. they are Venom and Vice!!!!

The opening guitar riff for “Redefine” blares over the PA System and the team of Jessie Salco and Becky “Ragdoll” Jones come out with Jessie’s brother Jake, the trio do some head banging at the top of the ramp before the bombshells get a running start and slide into the ring, Jake takes up a spot near the announcer’s desk as the two Bombshells play to the crowd.

Justin: and their opponents…. Ammmmyyyyy Marrrsshhallll

The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the pa.

Whoaa ohh ohhh x 3
Scream

No sooner had those lyrics finished, the guitar cuts back in and strobe lighting begins to flicker.

A chill runs up your spine
it crawls into your brain.
The freezing touch of fear.

Amy appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings before raising her arms to make an X sign.

It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you... Scream

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her standing at the bottom of the ramp she waits for her tag team partner.

Justin: And Neeeeeccccrrraaa

The lights in the arena go out, as a golden spotlight goes oer the crowd, and comes to stop at the back of the stage, as "Black and Silver" by Xandria begins to play over the speakers. A black mist begins to roll over the stage and ramp way, as two lines of men and women walk down to the ramp, and line either side, holding flags with a strange symbol on them. At the back of the stage, a golden barge appears with 4 very built men wearing masks of Anubis, Osiris, Ma'at, and Apep on the four corners. Behind the barge is a man wearing a skull for a mask follows behind. They reach the ring, and the skull faced man moves to the side of the barge, removing the golden death mask from the Goddess of the Dead. She opens her eyes as she is helped up, and heads to the ring, as her followers fall to their knees. She walks up and takes and stand beside Amy Marshall

Adams: She scares me… like literally!!!

After Necra makes her entrance she joins Amy at the bottom of the ramp, the two bombshells share some words before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Venom and Vice are straight on the attack as Becky doesn’t even let Necra stand up as she delivers hard foot stomps to her back. The ref calls for the bell

DING DING DING

AND BECKY "RAGDOLL" JONES VS AND AMY MARSHALL
BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Coming up from behind Amy tries to make the save to Necra but Jessie storms in with a flying clothesline sending Amy crashing to the outside of the ring through the middle and top ropes. Jessie takes a run up and jumps over the top rope and suicide dives onto Amy’s body, as Drew can finally signal for the bell at the two legal ladies have been somewhat forcefully chosen. Yanking Necra up to her feet Becky pounds her closed fists on her back four times before spring boarding her into the ropes. Necra is quick to reverse the situation but Becky’s quick thinking allows her to rebound off the ropes and connect with a beautiful tilt awhirl head scissors take down. Necra is quickly back up to her feet but is brought down by Ragdoll with a standing drop kick. Once again Necra is quick to get back up to her feet but Becky is only too happy to bring her down with a monkey toss, sending the diva of death across the ring. During the commotion in the ring Jessie and Amy have finally made it to their respected corners. Becky is back on her feet and stalks around Necra, who is backing up slowly to her corner. Once she is at arm’s length Amy doesn’t bother to wait for a tag from Necra as she just tags herself in.

Adams: Amy just lets herself into the match I bet Necra is hoping they can get along to win this thing.

Simone: Silly little girls…

Once inside the ring Amy approaches Becky with confident bouncing up and down on her feet before the two lock up. As the two struggles for power Becky gets over playing games and snaps Amy down to the canvas with a modified arm drag take over. Amy is back to her feet but Becky catches her with a firm kick to the midsection, as Amy doubles over in pain Becky grabs her and brings her in to a side headlock. As Amy tries to wiggle free Becky brings her right knee up and connects it with Amy’s midsection after two more solid shots Becky wraps Amy’s arm up around the back of her neck and delivers a suplex. As both Bombshells are now down on the matt Becky doesn’t waste any time before jumping back up to her feet via the Kip Up (ala the rock / Shawn Michels) Becky walks over towards the turnbuckle where she climbs it while still facing the fallen Amy. As Becky makes it to the top rope Amy is barely making it to her feet but Necra steps in grabbing Amy’s hand she pulls her off the top rope making sure that Becky’s arm is yanked down across the firm top rope. The fans in the arena are livid as Becky rolls around the ring grasping at her arm in pain. Necra makes her way back to her corner while Drew is busy trying to keep Jessie Salco out of the ring.

Adams: Here we go Simone… CAT FIGHT!!! Let em at it… let em at it!!!!

Simone: Oh for the love of God!!

Amy who acts like a shark who has smelt blood in the water gets her second wind and targets the injured arm of Becky. Tugging on it violently she twists it before wrenching it, pulling on her arm Amy crashes Becky into her with shoulder barges. Elbow charge after elbow charge Amy starts to wear down the weakened Becky. Jessie is trying her best to get the fans behind Becky by pacing the ring apron and clapping her hands above her head. Flipping Becky down to the mat with a stern arm drag Amy comes down on the injured arm of Becky with a leg drop. Jumping back to her feet Amy connects with another legs drop before she starts to stomp on the shoulder and arm of the Ragdoll. Using the sore arm of Becky, Amy drags her over to her teams corner and tags in the waiting Necra. Amy doesn’t leave the ring straight away she continues to hold onto Becky’s arm as Necra now lays into it with vicious kicks. As Becky screams in pain Jessie watches on mortified, screaming at Drew to do his job.

Simone: What the hell is Drew doing tonight?

Adams: I think he is drunk… but I don’t want to start any vicious rumours, he’s a nice guy!

Drew steps in and kicks Amy out of the ring with a warning as Jessie starts to rile to troops to get behind Becky. Necra drags Becky over towards the turnbuckle and smashed her arm into the corner. As Becky lets out another shriek of pain, the dead goddess just laughs. Taking Becky’s arm she wraps it around the top rope and tugs on it while she places her leg in the middle of her back pushing her into the turnbuckles. Drew starts a count to get Necra to break the hold… one… two… three… four pushing her luck Necra breaks right on four as she lets go she stares down Drew who backs away slightly. Becky stumbles out of the corner clutching her arm she attempts to make her way over towards Jessie but Necra spots this out of the corner of her eye. Without stretched hands Necra grabs on the left arm of Becky and wrenches it around, yanking on it while doing so Necra’s cold eyes lock onto Becky’s and as the ragdoll screams in pain Necra smiles wildly. As she continues to torture the arm of Becky Necra lets out a laugh that is quickly cut off by right closed fist to the side of the face. Becky tries to find some steam to come back at Necra another quick shot to the side of the face is followed by a swift kick to the mid-section. Necra loses the grip on Becky’s arm and is forced to let go. Another swift kick to Necra’s midsection but the diva of death is still standing she is just hunched over. Becky backs up using the ropes to her advantage but Amy isn’t having a bar of it as she drives her knee firmly into the back of Becky Jones. The Fans in the arena send a chorus of boos towards Amy who just flips them off satisfied at what she has done.

Simone: I’ll say it again… what the hell is Drew doing?

Adams: One tequila, two tequila, three tequila… Floor…

Simone: You don’t want to start vicious rumours hey?

As Becky doubles over, Necra stands up straight and looks as if she is going to take a swing at Becky but decided mid swing to turn and clobber Jessie with a fist to the face pushing her off the ring apron. As Jessie falls to the barely padded flooring she is quick to get on the defensive and tries to slide into the ring under the bottom rope to go to the aid of Becky. Drew captures her and orders Salco out of the ring, as Drew’s back is turned it sets it up for a perfect double team moment but Necra yanks Becky away from Amy’s corner. Locking Becky’s arm up in an arm bar Necra is straight back on the attack. Jessie is back out on the ring apron clapping her hands about her head while pacing up and down she wants in. Necra has her back to Salco on the apron as Becky starts to push her towards the ropes, desperately trying to get the tag the closer she gets the more excited the fans get but Amy has other ideas as she storms into the ring and grabs onto Becky’s foot dragging her back over towards their corner. Drew has his hands full tonight as he orders Amy out of the ring but during that Becky spears towards the corner pushing Necra into the turnbuckles and makes the tag to eager Jessie Salco. Amy is out of the ring and Drew turns around to see Jessie charging in and he immediately orders Jessie Salco out as he didn’t see the tag. Jessie is furious and asks if Drew is blind before stepping back out of the ring.

Simone: Nothing is going Venom and Vice’s way tonight Adams…

Adams: I wonder who is the Venom and who is the Vice?

As Drew is giving Salco a firm talking to Necra is back on it working on Becky’s arm punishing her, dragging her over towards her corner she makes the tag to Amy. Magically Drew sees this tag and Amy barrels into the ring like an ant on fire under a microscope. Amy is like a dog with a bone as she claws away at the injured arm of Becky. Wrapping it around, pulling, yanking and jolting it doing everything she can think of to make it worst for Becky. Amy pushes her into the ropes and trips Becky dropping her face first into the mat, Amy is quick to rebound off the ropes she goes for a springboard Moonsault but Becky rolls out of the way in the nick of time. Making it to her feet Becky desperately tries to make it to her corner to tag in Jessie, Venom and Vice both have out stretched arms and FINALLY Becky makes the tag. Becky drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring clutching at her arm in pain as Jessie Salco bounces into the ring like a Mexican jumping bean. Amy gets up and turns around but is collected with a flying forearm smash and another and another and another. Jessie pushes Amy into the ropes and drags her towards her flatting her with a short powerful clothesline. Amy is back to her feet in disbelief at what is going on, Jessie grabs her arm and Irish whips her into the ropes, as Amy rebounds off the ropes Jessie goes for another clothesline but Amy ducks out of the way. But as Amy quickly turns to charge back at Jessie Salco she is met with jumping press. Jessie is mad as she slams her closed fists into the face of Amy, Drew is forced to make the count to four once again… one… two… three… four… breaking away right on four Jessie rolls off of Amy and walks over to her opponents corner. Forcefully helping Necra into the ring over the top rope the fans explode as Jessie Salco takes charge. Necra makes it to her feet but Jessie capitalizes and wraps her left arm around the back of her neck, using her upper body strength Jessie jumps up off the canvas and wraps her legs around the neck of Amy. Twisting her body she brings both of challengers down in a body roll. Necra stumbles to her feet but Jessie Salco drop kicks her out of the ring sending her crashing through the bottom and middle rope. The Sin City Wrestling fans are electric as the New Xtremes bombshell cleans the house. Amy staggers to her feet and charges towards Jessie attempting to take her head off with a flying clothesline but Jessie out of nowhere does the splits and dodges it.

Adams: I’M IN LOVE!!

Rebounding off the ropes Amy turns around but Jessie is already on her feet and she slams her down onto the canvas with an unforgiving spine buster. Jessie goes for the pin the first one for this match tonight.

One…

Two…

Thr….

NO so close… so very close. The two bombshells make their way up off the ring canvas and Jessie is quick to reintroduce her forearm to the face of Amy. Jessie Whips Amy to the nearest turnbuckle but as she charges towards her Amy counters with a shoulder block to the face. Jessie turns around and grabs into her jaw in pain as Amy climbs to ropes facing towards Jessie, Salco charges towards her and slams into the rope causing Amy to lose her balance and fall down. Picking her up Jessie locks her arm around the back of Amy’s neck and perfectly delivers a running bulldog. Jessie goes for another pin.

One…

Two…

NO Necra is back in the ring and slams her cupped hands into the back of Salco’s neck. Drew looks as if he is about to have a fit from rage as he orders Necra out of the ring. Jessie cups the back of her head and rolls around on the mat in pain. Becky who is recovering on the outside is trying to get the fans behind her partner and has an out stretched hand begging for a tag. Dragging herself along the ring canvas Jessie is able to make the tag to Becky getting the crowd to once again jump to their feet in excitement. But as Becky storms into the ring Amy who is crouching down out of nowhere hits the BAD GIRL (double knee face breaker) on Becky

Adams: Amy was playing dead…

Simone: Taking a page out of Necra’s play book…

Amy crawls over and makes the cover and Drew makes the count

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, Ding, Ding…

Adams: NEW CHAMPIONS… NEW CHAMPIONS!!! AMY AND NECRA HAVE DONE IT!!

Necra jumps into the ring to celebrate with Amy who looks as if she has won the lottery, Drew hands them their newly won championship belts as Justin makes the announcement

Justin: And your winners and NEW Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions…. Amy Marshall and Neeeeecccrrraaa!!!!

Simone: We have new Bombshell tag team champions!

Adams: I think someone is not happy with that.

At the top of the ramp, Trish Newborn appears, sarcastically slow clapping Amy Marshall.

Simone: That's all we got for this week, join us next week on Climax Control! Goodnight everybody!




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Courtney, MK, Aleksei, Casey, Alexis Morrison, Frost, Blade, Mete, Vixen and to all SCW roleplayers that make this place worth it.