Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the San Jose Civic Auditorium in San Jose, 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 San Jose Civic Auditorium right here in San Jose, 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, dressed in a flannel bathrobe, bunny slippers, hair in courlers and holding a hanky to her nose. She inhales a big snorting sound and honks into the hanky before the performance begins.

Amanda: I was good as solid gold,
And did the things that I was told,
The days nobody had a stove,
But I got a cold for Christmas.

Johnny got a brand new sled,
With shiny runners painted red,
He’s outside but I’m in bed,
I got a cold for Christmas.

All the other girls and boys,
Ran downstairs to get their toys,
But all I did was sneeze and sniff,
And use my Christmas handkerchief!

It can’t be right, it isn’t fair,
I brushed my teeth and combed my hair,
But did it get me anywhere?
I got a cold for Christmas.

Waited by the windowsill,
Just for Santa, caught a chill,
Where’s my penicillin pill?
I got a cold for Christmas.

Granny got a brand new gun,
And Jim got electric trains that run,
I got a fever of one hundred and one,
I got a cold for Christmas!

Amanda blows into her hanky again in a loud honking sound, then looks up and snarls.

Amanda: Aw to heck with it! I'm being bad next year!

The crowd applauds as a disgruntled Amanda turns about and stomps back behind the curtains.

Simone: Hello and welcome to the second last Climax Control of 2012

Adams: Yeah, cause we're nice like that giving you lots of holidays off

Simone: Indeed. I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I'm Batman!

Simone: Jason!

Adams: Shush! Don't give away my secret ID!

Simone: That makes no sense

Adams: Wasn't meant to

Simone: Pay peanuts, get monkeys

Adams: We got monkeys AND peanuts? Awesome!

Simone: Ugh, anyway, we got seven big matches tonight and we're hearing some special announcement

Adams: Yep, we go a female threeway, but sorry my dirty minded friends, it's a triple threat bombshell match which is just as awesome as Trish Newborn, Tiami Tyler and Laura Jackson square off.

Simone: Next up we have Hope Heelcum on the show as Hope takes on the highly decorated Thatcher Rex

Adams: Rawr! I'm a dinosaur!

Simone: Maybe a small brained one.

Adams: Maybe

Simone: More Bombshells in action after that with Bombshell Tag Titles on the line as Necra Octavian Kane and Amy Marshall defend the belts against the women of NXT, Vixen and Jessie Salco

Adams: Bombshell's everywhere as everyone favorite Aussie in action. Odette Ryder takes on Bombshell Roulette Champion, Becky Ragdoll Jones in a roulette rules non title match. Boy that was a lot of words.

Simone: Former two time heavyweight champion Nick Jones is in action against former Roulette champion, Matthew Kennedy

Adams: Is Nick Jones related to Becky Jones?

Simone: I don't think so

Adams: Oh good, they're so opposite

Simone: Tag gold on the line as the longest champions in SCW history, Sinful Obsession defend the titles against two teams, Kain and Lucian Frost as well as up and coming team The Young Lions

Adams: Then a big main event

Simone: For a change, you're right Jason. Tonight, in my match clearly made by Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Spike Staggs defends the Heavyweight title in a no DQ match against NXT stable mate, Casey Williams

Adams: Plus fun, games and prizes!

Simone: No games and prizes Jason

Adams: Damn! Ok, let's start the show!




The scene opens up backstage in the locker room area. Nick Jones is seen, talking on his cell phone as he paces back and forth around the locker room, while his girlfriend Diana Roberts sits on a couch watching him.

Nick: What the hell are you talking about?... you're WHERE?!?

Nick starts to pace even faster as the expression on his face changes to that of greater and greater angst.

Nick: How in the hell is that possible?!?... well figure it out!

Nick then stops and seems to be listening for a few moments. He then lets out a deep sigh before responding again.

Nick: Fine! Just figure it out and let me know. Bye.

After another moment, Nick pulls the phone away from his ear and hangs up. At that same time, Jordan Williams comes walking into the locker room as well and Nick quickly turns straight towards him.

Nick: Hey Jordan. Listen, it looks like shit is going from bad to worse. I've just got to tell you...

Jordan: About Mark? Yeah, I know.

Nick: What? How the hell do you know?

Jordan: I just talked to him like five minutes ago.

Nick: You're telling me he called you before he called me?

Jordan: I don't know, I guess so. Why?

Nick: I'm just asking.

Jordan: Does it make a difference?

Nick: I said I'm just asking! Geez, back off!

Nick is clearly trying to hide his frustration, but is doing a poor job at it as Jordan simply shakes his head and brushes the whole thing off as he moves on.

Jordan: Fine. At this point the more important part is what we're doing today. First there's that bullshit suspension of Tom and now this?

Jordan stops and looks around the locker room, which is empty outside of Jordan, Nick and Diana.

Jordan: And where the hell are those lackeys off yours?

Nick: Those idiots made up some bullshit excuse to not right in with us at the show, so we left them behind at the hotel. They claimed they were going to meet up with us later, but I think those little shits are all scared after they get smacked around last week.

Jordan: Those idiots probably plan on not even showing up at all.

That comment from Jordan suddenly causes a complete change to the expression on Nick's face, as it seems to be the first time he thought of that possibility.

Nick: Those rat bastards. Well I can tell you right now, there's no way in hell I'm letting them get away with that shit. I'm going to take care of this and I promise you, those idiots will be here in no time once I'm done with them.

Nick pulls his cell phone back out and starts to dial a number as the scene cuts away.




The scene opens with a shot of a house. The camera makes its way to the front door where the cameraman rings the doorbell. After a couple of moments, the door is opened by none other than Tom Dudely. Tom is wearing a dark green bathrobe and matching slippers. Tom eyes the cameraman before taking a swig from a beer bottle that we didn’t notice before.

Tom: What the hell are you doing here? I’m not being paid, so I’m not doing a promo.

Cameraman: Mr. Underwood sent me here. He wanted me to follow you around tonight.

Tom smirks.

Tom: That son-of-a-bitch suspends me and still expects to make a buck off of my name?

Tom shrugs before turning away and walking back into the house. He waves the cameraman in.

Tom: It’s not like I’m going to be super interesting tonight. I’m just sitting back and relaxing while I watch Nick, Jordan, and Mark continue our mission.

Tom plops down in the middle of the couch and points towards the corner of the living room.

Tom: You can stand over there. I don’t want you to get your stink on anything.

Tom takes another swig from his beer before turning to look at the television which is already tuned to Climax Control. Tom sees himself on the television and gets a smile on his face.

Tom: Live, huh?

Tom turns to face the camera.

Tom: Well, Christian, since you wanted me on TV so bad, I’ll make the most of it. I’m sure you are feeling like you achieved something by suspending me, but I want to make it clear that the only reason I’m actually obliging is because the REAL boss gave me my Christmas bonus and told me to take the time off to heal up from a nagging injury I’ve had for a while. If it wasn’t for that, I’d be right there in San Jose sticking it to the NXT scum that has been running around unchecked for so long, suspension or not. I think Nick, Jordan and Mark can handle it without me for a couple of weeks though. Until then, have a good night. I’m sure it’ll be a big one for you.

Tom tips his bottle towards the camera and smiles a devious smile as the scene fades.




Justin: Our opening contest is a Bombshell Triple Threat match. Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, she is the Queen Of The World, she is Trish Newborn!

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

Justin: And her opponent, from Canton, Ohio, weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is Icy Revolution, she is Tiami Tyler!

Virtue and Vice by Delain hit the PA and out walked Tiami Tyler, PWX tag team strap around her shoulder. Tiami walks to the ring, focusing on Trish in the ring and quickly steps up the steps and in to the ring

Justin: And their opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, she is Laura Jackson!

”Misirlou” by Dick Dale plays over the speakers. Without wasting any time, Laura Jackson steps out onto the ramp. She walks down the side of the ramp, slapping hands with the fans before sliding inside of the ring, looking at her opponents.

Adams: Three way ladies action coming up. I know every fellas mind went somewhere else there. Especially this guy I know called David Lucas. Hey David, come back and watch the show now!

The three bombshells look at each other as Drew Patton calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

All three move to the center of the ring and Trish strikes first, hitting Tiami in the face, but Tiami fires back, knocking Trish to the floor. Laura hits Tiami in the back of the head with a forearm and spins her around. Laura nails Tiami again again with a forearm shot, then spins her around, rocking Tiami back with a quick shot to the jaw. Tiami stumbles away but Laura moves in, and takes Tiami by the hair and pulls her closer, before throwing her in the corner. Laura nails Tiami with hook shots to the body, two rights followed by a left. Tiami stumbles forward and Laura grabs her in a side headlock and jumps up, dropping her with a bulldog. Laura gets to her feet, only to be met with a flying head scissors from Trish!

Simone: Laura suprised by Trish there.

Adams: Dunno why, she knew she was in the match.

Laura rolls through and gets to her feet but Trish returns to hers just as quick, jumping up in the air and catching Laura with a dropkick. Laura lands on her behind and sits up, but Trish is already on her feet. Trish nails Laura with a low dropkick, catching her on her chest. Trish moves over to the corner and quickly gets on to the second turnbuckle and faces Laura on the floor. Laura lays flat and Trish jumps off the second rope and nails Laura with a legdrop from the second rope. Trish goes for the cover and Drew Patton drops down to count.

1...
2....

Laura kicks out

Adams: Laura's not giving up this early.

Trish pulls Laura to her feet, but Laura sweeps Trish off her feet and grabs her legs. Laura drops backwards, sending Trish flying across the ring with a slingshot. Laura gets back to her feet, only to be met with a shoulder tackle from Tiami! Tiami stays on top and nails Laura with hard punches to Laura's head. Trish moves in behind Tiami and takes two handfuls of hair, lifting Tiami to her feet, but Tiami spins around, wrapping her arms around Trish and lifting her over with a release Northern Lights suplex. Tiami rolls on to her knees and gets back on to her feet, looking across at Trish. Trish rolls over and gets on to her feet but Tiami moves in and catches Trish on the jaw with a European uppercut. Trish stumbles away but Tiami grabs Trish and drops her down with a reverse DDT. Tiami rolls on top of Trish, hooking the leg and going for the cover

1...
2....

Trish kicks out

Adams: I love triple threats, can never tell who's gonna win this!

Tiami gets to her feet and pulls Trish with her, lifting her in a sidewalk slam position and dropping her down with a backbreaker. Tiami keeps Trish on her knee and puts her hand on Trish's chin and knee, pulling back in a unique bow and arrow submission hold. Laura comes up behind her and kicks Tiami in the back, forcing her to break the hold. Laura grabs Tiami by the head and walks her towards the corner, throwing her shoulder first in to the turnbuckle. Laura turns around to Trish and pulls Trish to her feet and chops her hard across the chest, sending Trish backwards against the rope. Laura takes Trish by the wrist and throws her across the ring. Trish bounces back and Laura lifts her up with a high backbody drop, gravity pulling Trish down hard to the ring. Laura stomps on Trish and quickly drops a knee across her head. Picking her up, Laura jabs a quick shot to Trish's jaw and lifts her up, dropping her on to her knee with a rib breaker. Laura steps back as Trish holds on to her ribs and slowly gets to her knees. As she does, Laura runs at Tish and connects with a knee to the side of Trish's head. Trish falls forward and Laura drops down, rolling Trish on to her back and attempting a cover.

1...
2....

Tiami breaks up the cover

Simone: This match was almost over.

Tiami grabs Laura to her feet and lifts her up, hooking Laura's head and dropping her down with a DDT. Tiami quickly gets to her feet again, trying to pick up the pace of the match and stands next to Laura, with her back to her, and jumps backwards with a standing moonsault! The crowd cheer as Tiami gets to her feet, pulling Laura with her and throws her in to the corner. Tiami runs in at her and jumps up in the air, catching her with a splash. Before Laura can stumble out of the corner, Tiami grabs her head. Tiami turns around, and climbs on the second rope, hooking up Laura's head before jumping off the turnbuckle and nailing Laura with a huge tornado DDT. Laura falls limp to the floor and Tiami goes for the pin

1...
2....

Trish breaks up the cover

Adams: No woman letting the other win here.

Simone: Isn't that the point?

Adams: Oh yeah.

Trish pulls Tiami up to her feet and lifts her off of the ground and slams her down with a hard scoop slam. Trish stands near the ropes and looks down at Tiami. Tiami pulls herself to her feet but Trish uses the ropes as a springboard, leaping off them and catching Tiami with a roundhouse kick to the side of the temple. Trish lands on her knee and smirks at the crowd.

Simone: Air Trish.

Trish gets up and looks towards Laura, but boos are heard.

Adams: Amy Marshall is here!

Amy quickly jumps up on to the ring apron, but Trish sees her, moving towards Amy. The two yell at each other, but Trish swings an arm around, knocking Amy off the ring apron. Trish yells towards Amy, but Laura Jackson spins Trish around and kicks her in the gut. Laura puts Trish's head in to a pile driver position and drops her down with the Cider Driver!

Simone: From nowhere, Laura nails Trish with the Cider Driver!

Laura covers Trish

1...
2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, Laura Jackson!

Simone: Laura Jackson just beat two women!

Adams: She keeps this up, she'll be in line to go against her friend, Amanda Cortez soon.

Amy slides in to the ring and instantly over Trish, piling in right hands to the fallen Bombshell. Security flood the ring, pulling Amy off from Trish as Trish starts fighting back. Christian Underwood appears on the screen.

Christian: Break that stuff up now!

The fans look towards the screen.

Christian: It seems to me, Amy and Trish, your sibling rivalry is getting a little out of hand here, so here's what I propose for you two ladies. Our first show next year, will be the supercard, so I'm thinking you lay it on the line right there.

The fans cheer for Christian.

Christian: IF Amy and Necra lose the Bombshell Tag Team Championships tonight, then at that supercard, Amy Marshall will go one on one with Trish Newborn.

The fans cheer louder.

Christian: But if Amy and Necra successfully defend the Bombshell Tag Championships tonight, then Amy and Necra will defend the titles against Trish Newborn and someone else.

Christian rubs his chin and smiles.

Christian: That person Trish is....

Christian points at the camera

Christian: You Laura Jackson.

The crowd cheer louder.

Christian: I bet ya never saw that one coming, eh?

The crowd cheer at Christian's announcement

Simone: This could be chaos, Trish could be forced to team against the woman who just pinned her.

Adams: This is why I love SCW Belinda, because you never know what those crazy bosses will come up with




The camera heads up to the ringside area where announcer, Justin Decent, stands ready with the microphone held in hand and up to his lips.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring the boss man himself, 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward!

The crowd inside of the building immediately greets this introduction with boos and jeers, directed against the controversial co-owner of Sin City Wrestling. The stage lights shine on but seconds pass while "Midnight Tornado" plays across the sound system.

Simone: Okay, so where is he? He might be the boss but we do have a show to do after all.

The crowds negative responses start to die down and Justin looks outside of the six-sided ring and shrugs in confusion. He raises the microphone again.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward!

Again the fans respond to the introduction negatively but again, nobody steps out onto the stage in the spotlights.

Adams: Maybe he's all caught up in the Swedish Twins Snowbunny competition on cable?

Simone: Which brings to mind the question; how do you know that's on, Jason?

Adams: Uh, well there's an interesting story too that Belinda. You see...

Suddenly "Midnight Tornado" is cut off from the sound system and replaced right away by EMF's "Unbelievable" and out onto the stage steps Christian Underwood with a beaming smile on his face. The negative becomes a positive in stark contrast as the crowd cheers the 'other' of Sin City Wrestling's co-owner and bosses!

Adams: Whew! Saved by the bell!

Christian raises a hand to acknowledge the greeting given to him, before he starts to embark on his journey down the aisle and towards the ringside area. Fans reach out to him and he is only too willing to oblige, slapping hands in high-fives and shaking the hands of others.

Simone: Kind of makes you think, doesn't it?

Adams: Sure! ... About what?

Simone: Like how someone so fan friendly as Christian Underwood can run such a successful wrestling business with Mark Ward who is a real...

Adams: Careful! Santa's watching!

Christian runs up the ring steps and slides along the edge of the apron, holding onto the top rope with one hand. He then straightens up and sets his free hand along the back of his head and grinds his hips to the beat of his theme music playing over the sound system. He then turns his back around to the camera and moves his backside, swaying to the beat, before he steps through the top and middle ropes and inside of the ring. Justin passes the microphone over to him and turns to leave and Christian keeps his eyes on the 'rear view' of the ring announcer as he takes his leave. Christian then looks out to the cheering crowd and as the cheers begin to subside, he uses his free hand to egg the crowd on for more -- and they happily oblige.

Simone: Well, that's one thing he and Mark have in common.

Adams: Butts you can bounce quarters on?

Simone: No. I was referring to their sense of showmanship and... how would you even know something like that!?

Adams: Easy! The Bombshells did just that at last year's Christmas party.

Christian takes his time and waits for the crowd to ease up on the positive noise, until finally their simmer down and Christian speaks into the house mic;

Christian: I know that you were all expecting 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward to be here this week for another of his scintillating public addresses...

The crowd immediately begins to boo! Christian looks around in mock surprise before he nods and holds his hand up to ask for them to quiet down.

Christian: Now, now! Let's not have any negativity. It is the Christmas season, let's not forget. peace on Earth, goodwill toward men -- yadda yadda, etcetera etcetera. Now, where was I? Oh yes! I know you all were expecting Mark to be here this week. I know those blow hards in that little family of his were 'hoping' he'd be here this week, but unfortunately there was a slight mix up with his travel agency and Mark is actually not going to be here.

The crowd cheers!

Adams: He's not? Wow! I wonder how come?

Simone: Yeah, he never passes up a chance to push his weight around.

The cheers slowly pass.

Christian: Now I admit I'm not exactly certain how it happened. I'm not exactly sure where Mark is at the moment, but right before his phone cut out, he did tell me that he was about to enter somewhere over the Bermuda Triangle.

He shakes his head with a grim expression, before he looks up with a smile.

Christian: Bright side? He'll have interesting stories to tell when he gets home! But I didn't come out here to rub it the faces of Nick and Jordan, about Mark or Tom's suspension...

Christian rolls his eyes and shrugs.

Christian: Okay, maybe I did, but I digress. I'm here to talk a little about the new year coming up. 2013 is going to be a big one for Sin City Wrestling, and we're kicking it off in a big way. The first show of the year will be on January 13th, and will be our next Supercard; SCW New Year Rising!

The crowd applauds the announcement.

Simone: What an announcement! The first program of 2013 will be an all-new Supercard!

Christian: Now! Mark and I have been negotiating plenty of matches for this extravaganza, including what we hope to be a special number one challenger's match for the NWA World Tag Team Championship! Titles will be on the line, but right now, right here, I am going to announce the Main Event of New Year Rising.

Christian starts to pace in the ring.

Christian: Now I've sat back and watched quite a bit take place over these past few weeks. Ever since Mark put together that little stable of (finger quote) legends. Tom Dudely. Jordan Williams. And the former two-time Heavyweight Champion in Nick Jones.

Each name is greeted by boos.

Christian: These guys have been running around, strutting like peacocks who can do no wrong, because perhaps in their minds sine they have the boss in their corner, they can't. Now, this isn't anything new for Nick. That guy's had his lips glued to Mark's ass from day one. But Jordan and Tom?

Christian shrugs.

Christian: Well what can I say? When you have a tight ass like Mark has, one can't help but plant your lips on it. But business before pleasure!

Christian stops pacing and stands still in the center of the ring.

Christian: For weeks, there have been fights and sneak attacks, and it's all centered around two teams in particular. Mark's little gentlemen's club, and the guys in NXT. Hell, not just the guys! Even the NXT Bombshells have been getting in on the action, but they can settle that themselves. This is about the boys. This is about the sport of professional wrestling, not street fighting. The fighting between these two teams has been getting out of hand, and if Mark won't do anything to curb this, then I sure as hell will!

The fans cheer.

Christian: I don't expect to be able to stop this entirely, but I am going to set it up so both sides have a chance to vent it out and give all of you a little bang for your buck! A couple of weeks past, a certain someone we all know and love played on the word 'war', so at New Year Rising, January 13th in Las Vegas, Nevada, we are going to host the very first Sin City Wrestling 'Stable Wars'!

The fans cheer!

Adams: Stable Wars?

Christian: Right here, around this very ring, we are going to erect a fifteen high steel cage! There will be a coin toss at the start of the match to determine who begins. One man from each team will enter the cage and the match begins! Every three minutes, another man will enter until all eight men have been enclosed inside of the cage. Furthermore, this match is not going to end as soon as someone gets pinned or should they submit! No, this match is being done elimination style! Once you get pinned or if you tap out, then you are out but the match goes on! And the match will continue until one entire team goes down for the count and the opposing side will be declared the winning stable!

Adams: That sounds great!

Christian: And it's going to be NXT vs Mark's Legends, with a bit of a twist. You see, Primetime Matthew Kennedy has had a problem with those very legends, ever since they cost him the Heavyweight Championship, so what better time to get some payback than at the Supercard, and in this very match!

The crowd cheers!

Christian: But we have to play fair! That would give NXT four men while the Legends only have three. So for this match only, I am putting Goth in the main event on the side of the Legends!

The crowd boos and Christian winces.

Christian: Hey hey hey! Say what you will but the guy has earned the chance to Main Event. And if anyone is wondering; yes. Tom Dudely will be back from his suspension in time to participate in this match. So I hope Nick and Jordan are listening in the back, so they can pass the message on to Tom, and Mark -- wherever he is. It is going to be Nick Jones, Jordan Williams, Tom Dudely and Goth against Spike Staggs, Aleksei Koji, Casey Williams and Primetime Matthew Kennedy! Stable Wars 2013! Las Vegas, Nevada! Guys! It's time to remember that SCW has 'another' boss!

"Unbelievable" kicks off again and the crowd cheers as Christian drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring, making his exit toward the back. The camera rest on the main screen above the entrance ramp, showing the supercard banner




#KILLING IN THE NAME OF!!!#

"Killing in the Name Of" by Rage Against the Machine blares out over the PA to a chorus of boos as Blade Alexander shoves his way through the curtain. With a sneer he makes his way to the ring before sliding under the bottom rope. He uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and leaps to the second turn buckle to look out over the crowd, still scowling at the fans watching as the jeer him.

The unbooked Blade, with his head now covered in stubble takes the mic and looks out over the crowd. Although he isn't scheduled to wrestle he's still dressed in his wrestling attire.

Blade: Once again the powers that be in SCW fail to capitalize on their greatest asset. Week after week since I've come back I've been thrown against lame opponents, under utilized, stuck in tag matches to make those belts seem like they're worth something. The only time I've gotten anywhere was when the SCW Champion had the balls to challenge me, and even then they tried to bury that match.

He leans on the top rope and pauses, soaking in the boos directed his way from the crowd.

Blade: Do I look like I give a shit? Seriously?

They boo louder.

Blade: Each month, despite my best efforts I see the NWA rankings come out and my name is no where near the list. Month after month I'm passed over for the likes of Spike who ran from being the World Champion as quick as he could, and passed by for the like of that Justin Beiber wannabe. But what else can I expect from SCW. It's a carnival here, full of moron body builders who think they all matter because they all came from some other company and have a past together. A past so great mind you, that their other company went out of business long ago. Now here they are in SCW up to the same old thing, and I for one am tired of it.

He stops again to look over the crowd and a smirk appears.

Blade: If SCW wants to put more emphasis on being a freak than being talented, that's fine. They want to promote and associate themselves less with quality of work in the ring and more with people who have a train wreck of a life or who are so desperate to become famous that their willing to live their entire lives for the entertainment of you losers...

A much larger chorus of boos from the crowd get directed at Blade.

Blade: That's fine, boo me. Feed their egos. Your booing me only justifies those people who decide that all you people want is shitty low brow entertainment like your SCW Champion and his latest bombshell conquest. It's your booing me that makes them think they could package a dumpy looking house mom like Misty as some underworld cult leader. You want them to keep force feeding you this shit, you go right ahead and boo me.

They do, deafeningly.

Blade: I for one have had enough. If Mark and Chris and that other tool Erik, whoever the fuck he is, wants to protect their little menagerie of shitty characters and not risk showing off true wrestling talent, that's fine. If they have to shove potential diamonds in the rough like Bruce Evans out the door to make more room for epic jokes like Hope Heelcrum, that's fine. If they can't produce a single talent out there worth to step into the ring with me and send you people home with getting your actual money's worth, fine. You want to cheer them for it and boo me, that shows just how stupid you people are.

They continue booing Blade, making it very hard to hear what hes saying.

Blade: Because SCW couldn't even produce a single opponent here for me tonight to face, next week I'm taking the power out of their hands. All this free time has left me bored so I had to look around for ways to occupy my time. I found one.

He pulls out a rolled up bunch of papers from the back of his wrestling trunks.

Blade: What I have here is a contract. It's not for a match or a title opportunity or anything like that. It's better. Because SCW can't offer me what I'm looking for, I went out and I found someone who will.

He holds up the contract and from the middle of the roll produces a pen.

Blade: It is with great pleasure that right here in the middle of this ring I stop being passed by and over looked for opportunities. It is with a great amount of pride that I stop being pushed aside by this company to represent it on the bigger NWA stage, and ladies and gentlemen of San Jose...

He pauses to sign the contract.

Blade: I cannot be more happy to announce here in all of your ugly faces that I am, as of now, officially a member of ACW!

Another huge chorus of boos followed by a stream of trash flow towards the ring aimed at Blade who just stands there for a moment basking in the hatred of a crowd that has just witnessed him sign an ACW contract in the middle of their SCW ring live on Climax Control.




Justin: The following contest is a single match. Introducing first, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at one hundred and ninty five pounds, he is Hope Heelcum.

"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. Ignoring them, Hope waves the crowd off 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 ina mocking self presentation as the crowd boos. Hope then backs into the far corner and awaits the start of the match.

Justin: And his opponent, from Helena, Montana, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is Thatcher Rex!

The roar of a Tyrannosaur erupts over the PA system, echoing throughout the arena as the lights dim, eliciting a deafening cheer from the crowd. Mist rises from the floor in a hiss as the roar fades into Disturbed’s “Serpentine,” illuminated by lights mounted on the floor. Emerging from the mist like an ancient force of power is Thatcher Rex, strands of hair hanging down to partially obscure his eyes. He glances first to the left, then to the right before striding down the ramp, gaze fixated upon the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he ducks between the top and middle ropes. Two strides later, he mounts the turnbuckle. His arms spread wide, fists clenched, Rex releases a phenomenal roar, much to the delight of the fans.

DING DING DING

Hope and Thatcher lock up, but Hope moves behind Thatcher and grabs a big handful of Thatcher's behind.

Simone: Oh my!

An angry scowl crosses Thatcher's face as he spins around and crashes a hard right hand in to Hope's head, knocking him on to the floor. Thatcher leans down and aggressively punches Hope in the head. A look of intensity crosses Thatcher's face as he drags Hope to his feet, swinging an elbow in to Hope's jaw. Hope stumbles forward but Thatcher takes him by the head and throws him in to the corner turnbuckle. Thatcher grabs Hope's head and slams his face back in to the turnbuckle again. He spins Hope around and starts to nail him with hard shots to the forehead, first with his fist, then with his forearm. Thatcher lifts him arm up and nails Hope on the top of the head with a bionic elbow, knocking Hope to a seated position in the corner. Thatcher starts to stomp on Hope's chest before moving away, lifting his arms and getting a cheer from the crowd.

Simone: Thatcher starting this match very aggressively.

Adams: It would make me aggressive if some dude grabbed my arse.

Thatcher pulls Hope up from the floor and lifts him up with a scoop slam, dropping Hope on to his back. Thatcher steps on Hope's chest and waits for him to get up, stalking him. As Hope get's to his feet, Thatcher goes for a heavy looking clothesline, but Hope ducks out of the way and grabs hold of Thatcher's hair from behind and lifts him up, slamming him down and watching Thatcher's head bounce off the floor. Hope stands next to Thatcher and jumps up with a big splash.

Simone: Big splash from a little man.

Adams: What?

Simone: Hope is less than two hundred pounds.

Hope stays on top of Thatcher and goes for the cover

1....
2....

Thatcher kicks out

Simone: Thatcher up at two.

Thatcher gets up, but Hope is already on his feet. Hope take control of Thatcher's head and lifts the bigger man over with a quick snap suplex. Hope walks to the ropes and climbs on the second rope. He looks down at Thatcher and jumps off the ropes, catching Thatcher with a senton splash. Thatcher rolls on to his stomach and Hope quickly jumps on to his back, pulling Thatcher's head back with a reverse chin lock, but Thatcher gets on his knees. Hope sits on Thatcher's back, and reaching back, slapping Thatcher on the rear end!

Adams: Go horsey go!

Thatcher lets out a roar and gets to his feet, lifting Hope up with him before dropping backwards and dropping Hope under his weight.

Adams: Not the first time Hope's had a sweating dude on top of him, I'm sure.

Thatcher rolls off Hope and uses the ropes to get to his feet. Lifting himself up. As Hope gets to his feet, Thatcher takes him down with a heavy clothesline, the force of it flips Hope over in a spin. Thatcher pulls Hope back to his feet and grabs his wrist and pulls Hope in to a short arm clothesline, knocking Hope down again. As Hope hits the floor, Thatcher drops with a knee to the head.

Simone: Thatcher Rex is one of the most methodical wrestlers we have in SCW, he's slowly picking Hope Heelcum a part.

Adams: Hehe, Hope Heelcum, I finally get it now!

Thatcher bring Hope back to his feet, but Hope moves in close, blocking the referee's view and poking his thumb in Thatcher's eye. Thatcher stumbles away, his vision impaired, and Hope kicks Thatcher in the back of the leg, and takes him down to the canvas. Hope waits for Thatcher to get to his feet and as he does, Hope dropkicks Thatcher, catching him under the jaw.

Adams: How does Hope keep his wig on while doing moves like that?

Hope pulls Thatcher to his feet once more and catches him with an elbow to the jaw. Hope hooks up Thatcher and drops him with a DDT. Hope looks to the rope and walks over to the corner and starts to climb.

Simone: Hope taking it up top now.

Hope gets to the top rope and looks down at Thatcher, Hope dives off with a diving headbutt but Thatcher rolls out of the way. Hope bounces off the floor hard and rolls over holding his head. Thatcher starts to pull himself up by the ropes and Hope slowly gets back up to his feet and moves towards Thatcher but Thatcher picks Hope up above him in a military press slam and drops him face first. Hope lands hard on his face.

Adams: Someone better buy Hope some make up for Christmas to cover up the bruises.

Hope gets back to his feet but Thatcher kicks Hope in the gut and lifts him up, nailing him with a huge powerbomb.

Simone: Thatcher's building momentum

Thatcher stalks around Hope, letting out a huge roar before dragging Hope to his feet and lifting him up for a vertebreaker. Thatcher nails it!

Adams: Mass Extinction!

Thatcher covers Hope

1...
2...
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match.... Thatcher Rex!

Simone: Thatcher defeats Hope!

Adams: This guy impresses me, I know it will impress SCW staff too!




The scene shows Casey Williams backstage in his locker room getting ready for his match, stretching and throwing some punches. He hears a knock at the door and goes to open it, and sees Ms. Rocky Mountains at the door. Casey lets her in.

Rocky Mountains:”Hey Casey, I just wanted to get your thoughts on the match just announced at New Year Rising, where it is Spike Staggs, Aleksei Koji, Matthew Kennedy and yourself facing Tom Dudely, Nick Jones, Jordan Williams and Goth?”

Casey looks annoyed with the question, but responds..

Casey: ”You want to know how I feel? Honestly, the only person I care about getting my hands on in this match is Jordan Williams, a man who almost tried to shorten my career in a similar fashion that he did to Kain. But before we even get there, I gotta focus on my match tonight with Spike Staggs, for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. If you don’t mind, I have to warm up.”

Rocky gives Casey a dirty look as she walks away.




Scott Oliver is outside the arena heading to the Koji tour bus. The old beat down bus has been painted purple and black. PARTY HORDE LIVE is painted across each side. As Scott approaches you can hear someone singing in Romanian. When Scott knocks on the door it flies open and there stands Aleksei grinning from ear to ear.

Aleksei: My good stoner friend....hello!

Scott: Hey man just wanted your thoughts on the supercard main event?

Aleksei gives the smaller man a hug, lifting him off the ground and then sets him down.

Aleksei: All I wanted for the holidays was one thing...and that was a match with one of those jerks on my naughty list. I just needed one of them and a match. I even thought of writing a list to that fat bastard up north but Underwood ends up being the man to bring yuletide cheer. Not only do I get one of the guys on the list, but I get three....

Scott: So your...

Aleksei: And not only do I get those three guys in a match at the main event but...but I get the guy who took the Roulette Title from me. It is the best gift ever.

Scott: So to sum up...

Aleksei: I can hardly express how happy I am. I have been working hard to heal up and now I have even more motivation....oh my good friend I am getting emotional...lets get drunk.

Aleksei briefly runs into the trailer and comes out with a bottle of rum and a bottle of wine. He tosses one at Scott Oliver and together they start to head back into the stadium.




Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SCW Bombshell Tag team Championship!

The throbbing beat of Light it up by Rev Theory is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle.

Justin: Introducing first, one half of the challengers! From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing 128 pounds ... Vixen!

Vixen stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Justin: Her tag team partner is from Miami, Florida, weighing 120 pounds ... Jessie Salco!

The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "Through My Eyes" by Threat Signal tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some head banging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and turns and high-fives Vixen.

Simone: A lot of fans feel it's a given that these two become the Bombshell Tag Team Champions to represent NXT.

Adams: It's never that easy in this business.

Justin: Their opponents and the defending champions! First from Juneau, Alaska, weighing 128 pounds ... Amy Marshall

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

Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
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 before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin.

Justin: Her tag team partner is from the Isle of the Gods, weighing 127 pounds ... Necra Octavian Kane!

The lights in the arena go out, as a golden spotlight goes over 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 rampway, 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 the stairs, and steps into the ring. She raises her hands, as flames shoot up from each of the posts, as the lights go up.

Simone: That there has to be one of the more unique superstars, be they the men or the Bombshells, that we've ever had here in Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: I wonder how much she has to pay all those people because I know what indy wrestlers make and it's not the big time pal!

Simone: I don't think she pays them anything, Jason.

Adams: Is that even legal?

Drew Patton collects the belts from the champions and holds them up for all to see and the crowd applauds.

Simone: There we go! That's the prize!

Adams: I'd rather have what's behind the curtains. .... Sorry. Just kind of got into the whole prize thing.

Suddenly Vixen and Jessie hit Necra with a pair of dropkicks that sends the goddess hurling out to the floor! The bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: This one's off to a fast start!

Vixen and Jessie whip Amy into the ropes and strike with a double clothesline. Jessie scoops a shrieking Amy Marshall up and plants her with a body slam. Jessie then runs off of the ropes and Vixen scoops her up in a wheelbarrow position and drops her across the sternum of Amy! Vixen ducks out to the challenger's corner as Jessie makes the cover and hooks the leg.

1.....
2..... Amy kicks out!

Jessie grabs Amy's arm and twists it into an arm wringer, then tags Vixen into the match. Vixen goes up top with Amy's hand in her own, then jumps off the top and sends the champion flying with a leaping arm drag from the top! Vixen jumps on Amy before she can tag in her partner, Necra, who is waiting in her corner with a stoic expression on her lovely face. Vixen goes for an Irish whip but Amy goes to reverse it. Vixen ducks under and behind Amy and rolls her up in a school boy pin.

1.....
2..... Amy kicks out!

Adams: The NXT women are wrestling like they mean it!

Simone: Of course they mean it. They feel those tag titles belong in NXT.

Both women are up. Amy snarls and swings wildly but Vixen ducks the move and takes her down with a backslide pin.

1.....
2..... Amy gets free.

Before Vixen can stop her, Amy scrambles to her corner and tags Necra. Vixen forgoes Marshall and grabs Necra on the apron and brings her in the hard way, over the top rope! Vixen brings her to her feet but Necra buries a fist into her midsection, taking the wind right out of her. She then grabs Vixen by the hair and slams her head right down into the mat.

Adams: That Bombshell is scary with a capital boo!

Simone: There's just something about this woman. She takes no prisoners when she's inside of the ring.

Necra grabs her and sends her into the ropes, scooping her up for a sidewalk slam, but Vixen manages to use her long legs to her advantage and she catches the champion in a whirlybird headscissors, throwing her over! Necra is almost immediately to her feet and Vixen grabs her in a rear waistlock, running her into the ropes and back into a reverse cradle.

1.....
2..... Amy comes in and pulls Vixen off by the hair!

Adams: I don't think the save was really necessary.

Simone: Amy isn't the type to leave things to chance.

Drew forces Amy from the ring as this distraction brings Jessie into the ring and she crashes into Necra with a high cross body from the top! Jessie then grabs Necra by the legs and catapults her back to where Vixen strikes with a flying clothesline.

Simone: Now this is team work!

Adams: Even Necra is having a hard time adjusting to these tactics!

Simone: I think that's because she's used to doing things on her own.

Adams: Well she better adjust! She's one half of the champions now!

Jessie ducks back out and Vixen quickly tags Jessie who covers Necra, hooking the leg.

1.....
2..... Amy again breaks it up.

Vixen starts to come in but now Drew turns to ward her off. Jessie goes for an Irish whip but Necra reverses it. Jessie comes off and Necra scoops her up in a bearhug, and Amy grabs her hair and hangs her throat-first across the top rope!

Adams: Oh now there's some team work by the champions!

Necra calmly tags Amy who races in and hit a Shining Wizard on Jessie who starts to rise. Amy with a quick cover, hooking the leg!

1.....
2..... Jessie kicks out!

Amy sends Jessie into the far corner and charges in. Jessie brings both feet up but Amy grabs them. She spins Jessie about and then grabs her by the hair and throws the back of her head down into the mat.

Simone: That fall could have given Jessie a concussion.

Adams: Do you think Amy cares? She just wants to retain the gold.

Amy peels her off of the mat and slams her head into the turnbuckle. She then pulls Jessie around into a front facelock and goes for a snap DDT, but Jessie suddenly reverses it and brings Amy over with a Northern lights suplex and bridge!

1.....
2..... Amy kicks out!

Jessie tries to get to her corner but Amy lands a double axehandle down across her back! She pulls her back to her corner and tags Necra back in. Necra steps in and grabs two handfulls of Jessie's hair and sends her spinning in a 360 with a flying mare.

Simone: Oh my aching scalp!

Adams: That's a snapmare the hard way!

Necra quickly brings her up and right back down with a Russian Legsweep Facebuster. She rolls Jessie over but rather than go for the pin, Necra locks on a face claw!

Simone: That's a nasty hold! She's going for the submission!

Adams: It ain't going to happen Belinda! Jessie is no quitter!

Necra grinds her teeth in a sadistic sneer as she pours on the pain in the claw hold when Vixen darts in and she returns the favor from earlier, breaking it up by clotheslining Necra from behind! Vixen drops down on Necra with swinging blows until Drew literally pries her off and forces her back to her corner. Necra tags Amy in and the two go to whip her into the far corner but Jessie runs right up the turnbuckles and flies back, crashing into both champions with a suicide dive!

Simone: What a move!

Adams: Now she needs to tag!

Jessie crawls toward her corner when Amy grabs her by the ankle. Jessie hops up on one foot and then spins into it and delivers a mule kick, knocking Amy down! Jessie then leaps and tags Vixen in! Amy is quickly on the offensive and she pulls Vixen through the ropes by the hair! She Irish whips Vixen into the ropes and swings for a clothesline but Vixen ducks, rebounds and connects with a standing Hurricanrana!

Adams: Sweet!

Amy skids toward her corner and Necra tags herself in. Necra climbs through the ropes and she and Vixen immediately start swinging!

Simone: These two Bombshells are slugging it out!

Adams: Pull her hair! Pull her hair! C'mon! When's the last time we saw a good catfight!

Simone: These aren't WWE divas, Jason! These are SCW Bombshells!

The slugfest ends when Necra rakes her nails down Vixen's face! Necra then swings a fist but Vixen ducks and counters by scooping her up into a foreman's carry and falling back with a Somoan drop! Vixen quickly jumps up and lands a standing moonsault onto Necra and hooks the leg!

1.....
2..... Amy runs in and drops a double axehandle across her back!

Jessie rushes in and she spears Amy and the two women crash in a heap on the mat and they roll around, clubbing and swinging, tearing away at one another! Drew is fighting desperately to break these two up and the crowd begins to boo...

Adams: Hold on! What is she doing out here?

Simone: Former SCW Bombshell Champion Misty is at ringside!

Misty arrives at the ringside area and watches the action intently as Necra is knocked back against the ropes by Vixen. Vixen then charges her but Necra catches her with a back body drop but Vixen lands on the apron and hits Necra with a stiff forearm. Suddenly Misty steps over and grabs Vixen's foot. Vixen turns and lashes out, knocking Misty down to the ringside floor and the crowd cheers!

Simone: Misty has had a problem as of late with the women of NXT and it looks like she wants to insert herself into those very women seeking championship gold.

This distraction is costly as Necra runs into Vixen with a shoulder block into the ribs, knocking Vixen off of the apron!

Adams: Amy and Jessie are still going at it too!

Jessie rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope, and she grabs Amy's feet and drags her out along with her! Jessie grabs her by the head and slams her into the apron! Amy drives an elbow back into Jessie, knocking her off. Amy tries to beat a hasty retreat but Jessie grabs her by two handfuls of hair and stops her fast.

Simone: There! Are you satisfied? Hairpulling!

Adams: Woo hoo!

Amy turns into it and dives forward and both women hit the ringside floor! Necra stands still in the ring as Drew spots Vixen on the outside and he starts to issue his count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

Vixen starts to get up onto the apron to get back inside when Misty dives over out of sight and grabs hold of Vixen's ankle, keeping her on the floor!

Adams: What the hell is she doing!?

6...
7...

The count continues as this is right in the official's blind spot!
8...
9...

Vixen struggles but she can not break free of Misty's grip around her leg in time!

10!

Simone: No!

Drew calls for the bell and the crowd boos!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: The winners of the match as a result of a count out, and still SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... Amy Marshall and Necra Octavian Kane!

Simone: This is complete and utter bullsh... ! Misty just cost NXT a possible win and championship reign!

Adams: Then I'm sure she feels her work here is finished!

Misty quickly releases Vixen and darts away as Vixen screams at her and yells at Drew! The brawl between Amy and Jessie breaks up as Amy slips away from a shocked Jessie. Amy slides into the ring as Drew passes the belts to Necra and herself and the champions raise the gold, but Necra is staring outside of the ring, at Misty.

Adams: Look at the look on Necra's face. I do not think she likes the fact that Misty interfered in her and Amy's title defense.

Misty is pointing at the NXT women, laughing, and Vixen and Jessie suddenly give chase! Misty turns and runs back up the aisle with Vixen and Jessie hot on her heels, all three vanishing behind the curtains!




The camera fades in backstage at Mark Wards office. A SCW security guard stands at the open door and as the camera looks inside we see that the office is mostly empty. The boss has not arrived yet but someone is inside. It is Aleksei Koji who appears to be going through the stuff that was brought to the office before Mr. Ward. The security guard clears his throat.

Security Guard: You sure the boss is not going to be here tonight.

Aleksei looks up from his work and shrugs.

Aleksei: No...but I am sure he won't be here in the next ten minutes. I have some people in the parking lot....don't worry friend we are in the clear.

Aleksei's eyes light up as he pulls out a very expensive suit that belongs to Mark Ward.

Security Guard: What are you going to do with that?

Aleksei has a devious grin as he pulls out a pair of sheers.

Aleksei: Well you see my good man. Do you see this trademark patchwork coat? I have been working on this since I was a wee Koji but it kind of got set on fire...so it is not nearly as grand as it once was. So I thought I would add to it.

Aleksei then goes to work on the suit cutting off huge swatches of fabric from it. He carefully puts the scraps that use to be a suit back and then pockets the pieces he wants. He walks over to the security guard handing him a jug of some dark liquid.

Aleksei: Here you go, friend. As promised this is some of my very special Romani booze...

Security Guard: There is not label on this thing man.

Aleksei: And that is how you know it authentic Romani. Have a good night.

Aleksei laughs and marches off to his next adventure.




Goth can be seen sitting in a dark and secluded area, no face paint on his face as he is wearing black sunglasses. his face is cold and calculated as he yawns before speaking to the camera.

Goth: Legends vs. NXT... some young punks running the show. or at least trying to. What a load of crap this is, I mean seriously... The thoughts of having men standing by my side is one thing. But then again, to have babies taking over? Taking over from the biggest legend in pro wrestling history? The biggest name in wrestling EVER???

Goth rubs his hand across his face as he is chuckeling over the last sentence he spoke out.

Goth: You see, I personally don't give a shit about my teammates. Hell, some of them I have faced and beat. Same goes about some of my opponents, but I guess it gives me the chance to show the world why I am a main event cat in the bizz. THe thought of taking lives and hopes away from babies makes me smile. The reason for this all is? Because I want to destroy the lives of everyone in this federation... especially the sins.. but in the mean time?? I'm going to destroy the likes of NXT...

I just hope that they love to be broken by an old timer....

Goth chuckles as he flips off the camera as the shot fades to darkness




Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall under Roulette Rules. The wheel has been spun and the stipulation is to be a Queen’s Castle match.

Adams: What the heck is that? Are they going to wear princess outfits?

Simone: Have you ever read the memo on Roulette Stipulations?

Adams: We get memos?

Simone: A Kings Castle match...or in this case Queen is won when one competitor stands in the center of the ring on their own for a ten count without the other fighter interfering.

Adams: Where do they come up with this stuff?

Justin: Our first competitor hails from Queensland, Australia. She is a former Bombshell champion and member of NXT. Please help me welcome to the ring.....ODETTE RYDER!!!!!

“Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of cheers can be heard as the majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. “Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me” as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down the cold steel ramp Odette’s skin is covered in goose bumps as the crowd is cheering in appreciation. Her black ripped jeans hug so tightly to her glittery skin as the lighting in the arena slowly starts to return back to normal. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can’t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette’s super tight top, noticing this Odette gives the camera a cheeky smirk. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the ropes, turning sharply just before reaching them, Odette hooks her arms around the top rope using the curves from her elbows. Pushing back on the ropes Odette’s piercing green eyes focus up towards the ramp as she awaits the arrival of her opponent as ‘Blood in my eyes’ fades from the Pa system.

Justin: And her challenger is the current Bombshell Roulette Champion. She is from Portland, Oregon. Lets hear it for “RAGDOLL” BECKY JONES!!!!

“Lolipop” by Framing Hanley starts to play as Becky appears at the top of the entrance ramp wearing an open leather jacket over her ring gear, as she runs to one side punching the air and generally taunting the crowd as she quickly makes her way down the ramp. Once at the ring she hops up onto the side of the ring, before quickly vaulting over the top rope. Now taking off her jacket, she quickly tosses it down to the ring valet. She glares at Odette and starts to circle the ring. She makes a motion that she is going to toss Odette out of the ring.

DING DING DING

Simone: Well despite the fact that these two don’t have a lot of history Becky sure seems cranky with Odette.

Adams: Maybe that is just her default expression.

The two fighters lock up quickly as the fans start to cheer. Becky quickly gets control and gets Odette into an armbar. Quickly after she delivers an elbow strike that sends Odette staggering back. Ragdoll rushes forward tackling Odette and hitting her with a flurry of punches.

Adams: Is it me or has Ragdoll gotten more aggressive since winning the roulette title?

Simone: Most times it is just you....but you’re right.

Odette is able to push Becky off her and quickly rolls away. Both women get up quickly, and Becky tries to grab Odette again. Odette twist out of the way and gets behind Becky. Beck tries to get another elbow strike in but Odette swiftly reverses and brings her opponent down with a neckbreaker. The fans love it and Ryder is soon up on her feet and Becky is getting up as well. Odette lands a shining wizard on Ragdoll before she is able to get up.

Simone: What a brilliant move.

Adams: Yeah but they are both in the center of the ring.

Odette is getting Becky up and whips her into the ropes. She chases after her and dives into her as Becky is bouncing back. Both women tumble off the ropes and out of the ring.

Simone: Both fighters went down hard but Odette might of landed a little rougher.

There is no count out in this match so the crowd cheers Odette on as she struggles to get up. Becky is up first and she puts her foot against Odette’s back. She performs her move called the chest ripper on Ryder who starts yelling out in pain. The ref makes sure Odette is okay but when Becky realizes she can’t win the match that way she releases the hold. She glares at the Ryder fans and climbs back into the ring.

Adams: Ragdoll is figuring out what it is going to take to win this thing.

Simone: But Odette is not ready to let this one go.

Odette grabs Becky trying to pull her off the ring. Becky kicks back and connects with Odette’s face. She then hits Odette with a flying knee strike that sends the Australian sprawling back onto the entrance ramp. Becky stalks over to Odette and lifts her up. The fans boo her the entire way. Becky grabs Odette head, performs a knee strike to her head.

Adams: Oh my the nutcracker! Which I always thought was something else...

Simone: It looks like Becky is trying to keep Odette down long enough to put this one away.

Becky “Ragdoll” is now running back to the ring. She stands in the center and the ref starts the ten count.

1....
2...

Odette appears to be staggering up and the fans are getting behind her.

3.....
4....
5....

Odette is up now and staggering to the ring.

Adams: Oh....I think we still have a match.

6....
7....

Now Odette has climbed up to the ropes with surprising speed. Becky turns to her but she is too late. Odette is leaping to the top rope....springboard crossbody as the referee counts to eight.

Simone: And Odette breaks up the count. Now that both fighters are in the center of the ring it is anybody's game.

Adams: Yeah but Odette is looking pretty worn out.

Odette is up first and is getting Becky off her feet. Despite being worn out Odette is smiling. She lifts Becky up and slams her down with a spinebuster. Odette then gets up and heads to the nearest turnbuckle, but notices that Becky is already starting to get up. Odette quickly scampers up and hits Becky with a tornado DDT.

Simone: Odette appears to be taking charge of this match again.

Ryder gets Becky up and after smiling to the audience she tosses her out of the ring. Then quickly runs to the nearest turnbuckle. She is up again.

Adams: Ryderfly! Oh man it is all over now.

Odette staggers up and rolls into the ring. She takes her time getting to her feet but the referee starts the count.

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

Odette is now up on her feet keeping her eyes on Becky just in case but she is now just starting to stir.

4.....
5....
6.....
7.....

Becky is on her feet now and heading for the ropes, she is starting to climb up.

8...
9....
10!!!!

Becky charges in but she is too late. The bell rings and the referee gets in the middle. The match is over.

Simone: This one is over and Becky does not look happy.

The screen flashes to show the face of Alexis Morrison, a cold stare but a smile creeps across Alexis's face. Becky sees Alexis and stares at the screen

Adams: I think Alexis is playing mind games with Becky. Mind games hurt my head

Simone: Rumor is these two will meet at New Year Rising. This is not confirmed, but we'll try and get word on that and keep you posted




The scene cuts backstage to the locker room area where NicK Jones, Jordan Williams and Diana Roberts are seen, standing by one of the backstage monitors and clearly just having finished watching the announcement made by Christian Underwood. As Diana sits off to the side quietly, Jordan stands there quietly as he looks quite unhappy, with his arms folded across his chest. Meanwhile, Nick is making a scene as he is completely losing it over what just happened.

Nick: Can you believe this shit?!?

Jordan: I...

Jordan's attempt to respond doesn't last long, as Nick talks straight through him.

Nick: This is ridiculous. What the hell is that jackass thinking?

Jordan: Well...

Nick: Someone needs to teach that bastard a lesson. What are we going to do about this?

This time, Jordan doesn't even bother trying to respond, but due to that, Nick stops and turns to look back at Jordan, seeming rather annoyed by his lack of response.

Nick: Well?? Are you going to say something or just sit there silently?

Jordan: I think...

Nick: It's just that...

Jordan clearly gets fed up with it, cutting Nick off this time as he snaps at him.

Jordan: Will you shut the hell up for a second and let me speak?!?

Nick glares at Jordan as he stands there quietly for a moment.

Nick: Fine.

Before Jordan starts to speak, Diana looks over at him.

Diana: Now you know what I've got to deal with.

Nick scowls at Diana as Jordan laughs before beginning to speak.

Jordan: As I was trying to say, clearly this whole thing is a desperate attempt try to get one over on us. Christian knows he can't do it legitimately, so he's got to suspend our teammates, keep Mark off of the show and now this crap.

Nick: And he obviously knows those losers in NXT can't handle us, because he even has to go and give them extra help. Not that we've got to worry about that little punk Kennedy, especially once I'm done with him tonight, but Christian sure is trying like hell to help out a group he knows has no shot against us.

Jordan: No kidding, and with that suspension of Tom and the time off between next week's Climax Control and the supercard, he's going to be out of action for a month prior to this show.

Nick: That's no coincidence either. You know, I don't remember seeing any suspensions handed out when you and I were jumped backstage last week by those little dirtbags. Funny how that works, huh?

Jordan: He'll do whatever he can to screw us over, there's no doubt about that.

Nick: Yet he's going to try to pretend like he's doing us some sort of favor while saddling us with that useless nobody Goth.

As this conversation continues on, the locker room door opens up and in walks the entirety of the Entourage one by one, as it is first Big B followed by Tony Capicelli, Jimmy Mason and Max Goldstein. Upon seeing them walk in, Nick and Jordan stop speaking and turn towards the group.

Nick: About damn time you idiots show up.

Tony: I ain't know what's makes you t'ink we's ain't gonna show up.

Jordan: You're welcome.

A big smirk comes across Jordan's face as Tony glares over at Jordan. However, Nick puts a quick stop to all of that as he gets very serious with the group.

Nick: Cut the crap. You're here now and it's time for you idiots to earn your paychecks. That punk Christian needs to be put in his place and it's up to you guys to make sure this absurd match he booked does not happen. You got me?

Tony: Yeah boss, we's got dis taken care of. He ain't gonna argue wit what we's tell him to do.

Jimmy: Tony, baby. You can't use your muscle for everything, you've just got to talk to him, baby.

Nick: You think you can talk your way out of this one? Good, you go with them then.

Jimmy: Well Nicky, I didn't mean...

Nick: What? Like you said, you just need to talk to him. That's your job in this little group, so go take care of it. Worse case scenario you'll have these two big lugs there to have your back, and then you can let them do things their way. So I suggest you go take care of that... NOW!

Without another word, Jimmy, Tony and Big B all turn and leave to head off to do as instructed. Meanwhile, Max watches both groups and eventually just shrugs and plops himself down on the couch next to Diana. Jordan and Nick continue on their conversation as the scene fades away.




The scene comes to life with an out of focus view of Tom Dudely.

Tom: Get that damn thing back on me.

Tom comes into view and he looks calm and collected. His usual cocky grin greets the SCW fans.

Tom: Christian, Christian, Christian. You dropped quite a bombshell out there, but you can’t actually believe that we’re afraid. Can you? I mean, you stick Nick, Jordan and I against the losers in NXT and we’re supposed to be worried? No way! Hell, we’re not even stressing the fact that you’re teaming us with someone of NXT’s caliber.

Tom chuckles.

Tom: The only thing about your announcement that gets to me, is that you made me laugh so suddenly that I spit my beer all over my new 70 inch TV. Now I’m stuck with a dirty TV until my housekeeper gets here in the morning. I digress. Christian, go ahead and book this match. I’m not sweating it. I’ll be there at New Year Rising ready to kick some ass.

With a wave of his hand, Tom shoos the cameraman away.

Tom: Get out of my house. I’ve got some Red Bull to drink.

The screen fades out.




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, hailing from London, England, standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 235 pounds, he is… ”PRIMETIME” MATTHEW KENNEDY!!!

The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", as the last word is said the into to "You Got Another Thing Comin'" by Judas Priest hits the arena speakers and Matthew struts down to the ring with Marty McFarge by his side, once he reaches the ringside area he removes his glasses and orders a ringside attendant to remove his jacket only to berate him for the slightest mistake before entering the ring whilst yells down the phone, once in the ring he bounces of the ropes as he waits for his opponent and Marty takes up position at ringside.

Justin Decent: And his opponent… coming to us from Los Angeles, Callifornia… Standing at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 251 pounds, he is… NICK JONES!!!

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!"

A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. He then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. Diana rubs Nick's chest as he looks at his muscles, looking rather impressed with himself as the smirk on his face grows. Nick then gets up and takes Diana's arm and turns and looks back at the ramp and waits as Nick's "muscle", Big B and Slick Tony make their way out. The two men flank Nick and Diana as they make their way down the rampway. They all head down the rampway, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans on his way down to the ring, flipping off a few people here and there. Nick then walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, as he watches her from behind, before he quickly walks up them and then walks across the apron, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring. Nick steps one leg into the ring and then takes a seat onto the middle rope for a moment, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there for a moment, just looking around the arena. He looks at all the people sitting around and just gets a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring. He swings his other leg into the ring and then walks over to his corner, where Diana sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back as Diana rubs his shoulders, as Nick stands there and waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.

DING! DING! DING!

Kennedy scowls at Nick Jones, spouting off a few bits of trash talk. Nick returns it as the come to the center of the ring. The referee stands between them and then gives the official start. Both men step back a bit, sizing each other up as they circle one another. Nick goes for a quick lunge, but stops short as Kennedy prepares for it. Jones takes a few steps backward as they continue to circle one another.

Adams: For as much animosity as these two men have toward each other, they sure are making this a slow start.

Simone: Both men know that as much as they detest one another, both men want to take this win. Kennedy and Jones are both known for their ability to conserve energy for the proper moment.

With the constant circling, Kennedy is caught off guard for the slightest of moments when Jones is suddenly behind him. He goes to swing backward, but Nick carries him back with a float over suplex, landing him hard against the mat. He bounces off of the ropes and then comes crashing down with a legdrop to the chest of Primetime. He lifts his stunned opponent, and then whips him across the ring. As he rebounds, Nick goes for a back body drop, but Primetime comes across hard with a kick to his chin. As he stumbles back, Matthew lunges forward for a clothesline that levels Jones. The crowd cheers for the rambunctious, egotistical Kennedy, who is leaping up in a quick display of celebration.

Simone: I never thought I would see the day where the fans actually cheered for Matthew Kennedy, but here we are..

Adams: I never would have thought so either, but he seems to do well with the fans in his corner. Look at him.

The crowd cheers louder and louder until Kennedy turns into a hard Spinning Heel Kick that nearly knocks the taste out of his mouth. He holds onto his jaw as he spins around in a full circle. As he comes back, Jones hits a hard European Uppercut to Matthew, and then moves behind him and plants him hard against the mat with a nearly perfect German Suplex that he hooks on for a pin.

Simone: We could be in for an early victory here from Nick.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Barely at the two count, Kennedy slips his shoulder off of the mat. As he rolls off and Jones gets up, Primetime darts forward with a barrage of heavy punches and kicks on the slightly smaller Jones. He uses this to his advantage as he backs him into a corner. He hits a hard knee to the gut, and then sizes Nick up for a knife’s edge chop to his chest. The crowd echoes a resounding “oooh!” before Kennedy hits another. He looks around in satisfaction, nodding his head to the audience and their support.

Adams: This guy sure knows how to deliver a chop. You could probably hear those outside of the building tonight!

Simone: I agree with you there, Jason. Is that a first?

Adams: It probably is. Also it’s the first time I said something where you didn’t look like you wanted to slap me across the back of my head

With that distraction, Nick slips from out of the corner, holding onto his chest for a moment. He stands directly behind Kennedy before he even realizes that Jones had escaped the corner. The crowd looks stunned as Jones wraps his arm around Kennedy’s throat and twists over with a spinning neckbreaker. It isn’t long before Nick drops an elbow down onto Matthew’s check, standing up and repeating the process quickly two more times. He drapes over Kennedy who is staring up at the ceiling almost seeming a bit confused as his brain is shaken. He is then dragged to his feet by the cocky former champion and thrown over to the corner with precision. Jones looks around for a moment and then crashes into Kennedy with what is supposed to be a flying body splash, but Kennedy drops down quickly, causing Jones to collide with the top turnbuckle. He wastes no time this time around as he rolls Nick up into a schoolboy pin.

1!

1.5!

Simone: Excellent form, but the execution was just a bit premature, not even getting a two count for Primetime there..

Adams: There is definitely no lack of guts or determination from Primetime. You have to give him that at least.

Before the second count, Jones kicks out. Matthew grips onto his arms and lifts him up, shoving his head between his legs. He looks around quickly and then lifts Jones up into a powerbomb position. Jones flails to try getting free, even trying for a punch to Koji’s face. It is all for nothing as Koji sends him down to the mat in a maneuver that shakes the entire ring, and the building as the cheers are nearly deafening. Kennedy drops down for another pin.

1!

2!

2.75!

Jones gets his shoulders up just in the nick of time. The crowd cheers, however, only since the match is continuing. Kennedy slaps his leg in just a bit of frustration before getting back up to his feet. He picks Nick up off of the mat and then flings him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Kennedy goes for a back body drop, but Jones lunges forward with a Flying Lariat that causes the young Kennedy to stumble backward. Jones bounces off of the ropes and comes forward, but Primetime finally gets that back body drop he was seeking moments ago. Nick flops against the mat and rolls around holding his back. Matthew darts over to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top. Kennedy looks around at the audience, watching as they are getting pumped up. As he turns around, Gabriel has made it to his feet. He clubs Kennedy, causing him to fall split down the middle.

Adams: This is the third time in this match that Kennedy has been distracted with trying to show off. If he hopes to defeat Nick Jones and the rest of Mark Ward’s stable, he’s got to focus his attention on the match more than the risk taking.

Simone: That is a mistake that could very well cost him tonight and if he isn’t careful, it could cost him the match at New Years Rising. Crowd support is important, but in moderation.

Nick hooks the arm of Kennedy and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Kennedy fights back with a jab to Jones’s face. He fires back, and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The two men balance there, fighting back and forth with punches, until Jones gets the upper hand. He hooks his arm around Kennedy’s neck and then sets him up for a Superplex. Kennedy hooks his leg around Nick’s, nearly tripping the two up. He shoves Nick off, but Nick still has hold of Kennedy’s arm, and he swings him over in a mid-air armdrag that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Both men lie out on the ground for a moment, rolling around in their own forms of pain. The audience pulls behind Kennedy, trying to coax him up to his feet. They slowly work their way there, Primetime getting there first. They exchange a few weary punches, both men a tad bit groggy. Kennedy gets the upper hand, sending a hard right, following it up with a swift left.

Simone: Primetime Matthew Kennedy is letting that drive to win kick in and take control. The determination is written all over his face.

Adams: And every fist he delivers to Nick Jones’s face as well.

Kennedy grabs onto Jones to send him into the ropes, but Nick falls to one knee. As he does, he tugs Kennedy forward with a shoulderbutt. Nick stands up and then drags Kennedy forward into another. This time, Matthew follows it up with an offensive maneuver of his own, hitting an Axe Handle Smash across Jones’s back. He pulls him forward with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. He stands up, taking a deep breath as he stumbles back a few paces, leaning onto the turnbuckle to catch his breath. He shakes it off quickly and then darts forward, looking for an Elbow Smash, but Nick quickly moves out of the way. Kennedy holds onto his elbow as he rolls back up to his feet.

Simone: Oh, that one looked like it hurt. Jones is very good at playing on misdirection and playing opossum.

Adams:It looks like these two are about to engage in a serious staredown. They both know that the end is near, and they are ready to fight for that victory.

Nick drives an elbow right into Kennedy’s face, knocking him back a few steps. He repeats this as the fans begin to boo. Nick grabs onto Kennedy’s head and then sets him up for the Best of All finisher, but Kennedy wrestles his way out of it and boots Nick in the gut. He tries to set him up for the Primetime Cancellation, but Nick punches him in the ribs.

Belinda Simone Both men are struggling to get the upper hand here, and both men are getting tired.

Adams: They’ve got their pride on the line and neither one wants to lose this one.

Nick breaks free but Kennedy is right there with a clothesline. Nick falls down to the mat hard. Kennedy retries for his finisher, but Nick waits for the right opportunity and nails Kennedy with a low blow that brings him to his knees. Nick quickly gets up and sets Kennedy up for the Best of All, planting Kennedy hard on the mat. The crowd boos and jeers as Nick leans down for the cover.

1!

2!

2.5!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall… NICK JONES!!!

Adams: He’s done it, I can’t believe Nick Jones hard to stoop so low just to get the victory here.

Simone: I am surprised by the fact that I’m not at all surprised by Nick’s actions. He is always looking for the easy way out, and he’s done it once again.

”Cocky” by Kid Rock begins playing as Nick raises his arms up in victory. He nudges Kennedy with his foot a few times, finding him out cold. He smiles as he exits the ring.




Backstage, Christian Underwood is standing next to Miss Rocky Mountains.

Miss Rocky: Mister Underwood...

Christian: Christian. I'm not Mark. I don't need the formality.

Miss Rocky: Alright, Christian. We just heard Blade Alexander reveal to everyone in SCW that he signed a contract with the SCW's sister promotion in the NWA, Atlantic Championship Wrestling. He had some colorful things to say about things here in SCW. You said you wanted to respond.

Christian nods.

Christian: Yes, I felt everything Blade said warranted a bit of a response. You see, ever since he first signed into SCW, Blade has wanted everything handed to him on a silver platter. He believes he's the greatest thing to hit a wrestling ring since the turnbuckle pad. He complained he didn't get booked for tonight? No, he didn't. Why would he when he completely wasted an opportunity last week that we gave him for the tag team gold? Okay he says we stick him in those meaningless matches to make the belts look important, but Blade? You have an over inflated sense of your own importance. The tag team titles already are important, and you blew it when we gave you a chance at them. You didn't even bother showing your face to hype the match and you let your partner down.

Christian shrugs.

Christian: Actually, we've given you other chances at championship gold, and you seem to be laying the blame on us for the simple fact that when the chips were down, you choked. You can blame us all you want, but it was not our shoulders that were pinned to the mat. That would be you, Mister Alexander. he only reason you deigned to join ACW isn't because you'll be given more chances. It's because you'll be given easier chances. SCW has the highest level of competition in the NWA. That's a fact, and contrary to what you believe, you are not God's gift to this business. Now, I am going to take this opportunity to remind you of something, Blade. You are still under contract with Sin City Wrestling, and you are going to get a match at the first big event of 2013. Think of it as a reward for all your **coughs**hard work**coughs**. A chance to prove yourself to everyone by winning the number one contender spot for the SCW Heavyweight title. You win, you get a chance at the gold. You lose? It's nobody's fault but your own.

He looks to Miss Rocky.

Christian: Sound fair to you?

She nods.

Miss Rocky: It sounds very fair.

Christian smiles and nods.

Christian: I think so. Have a good night ma'am.

He turns to leave, then stops and turns back around.

Christian: Oh, I almost forgot Blade.

He smiles.

Christian: Your opponent is going to be Rage.

He points his forefinger at the camera like the universal gun sign and clicks his tongue before making his exit.




Aleksei is back in the ring with Party Horde Live. The lawn chairs are back and so is the cooler. A leapord print nighty is draped over the fridge and pyramid of Chinese takeout boxes is on top of the fridge. Aleksei is there wearing his newly modified patchwork coat and an NXT t-shirt.

Aleksei: The man that I am going to bring down here is such an epic star, that he needs no introduction....so I am not going to introduce him. Just hit his music please.

The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Madness" by DJ Nade plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He is wearing a black NXT logo a-shirt with baggy black jeans and chains hanging from all pockets. He hoists the SCW Heavyweight belt up into the air as he lowers his head for a moment. He looks up and smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose with the championship belt before leaping off to land on his feet. He turns around and puts the belt onto his shoulder as he turns to face Aleksei. Aleksei extends a gesture and shakes hands with Spike.

Aleksei: You have a match tonight...perhaps I should not offer you a drink?

Spike: I will take an IOU for sure. After all of the words said in anger between Casey and I, a drink right now might not be the best thing for our FRIENDLY competition later tonight. But you go ahead and take one for me, will you?

Aleksei: Well I am still in recovery and I think RUM is the best thing for that.

Aleksei takes a drink but does not sit down right away.

Aleksei: We set this interview up a couple of days ago before Christian Underwood became my personal hero. Now I had told the other guy...that I had a list of asses I needed to kick and now here we are I got a chance at three out of four of those men....what are your thoughts about this match?

Spike: Well, honestly… I think the match is very SCW. It is innovative, edgy, and has some rich history behind it. It will be the first time the Heavyweight belt will not be defended at a Supercard. Maybe that is why they’ve got me defending against everybody and their brother before then? Eh, the match itself will be epic. Any match with us New X-Tremes has potential, but when you put our names together against the… ahem… legends we are facing… You’ve got a match that doesn’t need a championship. I think the bigger question is this… Are YOU going to be okay to fight alongside us, my friend?

Aleksei: I want you to know that I will be fully ready on that night. You don't have to worry about me. Us Romani we heal up quick.

Spike: Well then, let us underdogs unite and prove that we are the new legends of the business. We’ve got the Heavyweight champion, and three former Roulette Champions, as well as a former tag team champion. They’ve got guys whom I’ve beaten at some point or another… I think our chances are great, actually.

Aleksei: There was a question I wanted to ask Mark...and I never got to last week. That guy really...really likes the sound of his own voice. So I guess I will ask you....why is he such a douche canoe?

Spike stops for a second, thinking over the question. He laughs, shaking his head in the process. He shrugs his shoulders and adjusts the title on his shoulder, switching it over to the other shoulder.

Spike: That is a good question. Jealousy? I mean, we are proving to be more relevant than him, and he doesn’t like it. Given the history between good ole Marky Mark and I, he wanted to watch me fail. He wanted me to come back into the business, after leaving on a high note, and he wanted to sour me. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t get over the fact that I had removed him from my life with such ease. I took the fight to him, and he just couldn’t get over the fact that I made it my mission to piss him off and unite the underdogs. Some things will never change, now will they? But to answer your question, he isn’t used to not getting his way. He isn’t used to being on the losing end of things, but NXT has refused to let his underhanded tactics tear us apart

Aleksei: Speaking of that, tonight you got a match...and I know it was not the match you had planned. Do you want to talk about it?

Spike: Tonight, Casey and I go head to head. He’s bringing it, I’m bringing it, and we will see who the better man is. After all of the crap we’ve slung at each other, I think we both understand that we can’t let Mark win by putting strain between us. So, I want to publicly wish Casey good luck tonight. May the better man win.

Aleksei: Well either way I want you both to know that I have your backs. This war is getting ugly but we are strong enough. When I joined NXT, Casey and I are rivals....now we are teammates. It is a crazy worl no? What do you think it is going to take to end this whole battle?

Spike: Honestly, it is hard to tell. Mark and I have battled it out before, and nothing was solved. We became civil for the briefest of moments, but as anyone with eyes can see, that didn’t last long. Here we are again, having a pissing match. He decided to make the mistake of including NXT into that battle by sicking his boys on me, and it has escalated. Neither team seems to mind, so let’s go out there, sell out some seats, and give the fans a show they will always remember, eh?

Aleksei: Your damn right my friend. I am so glad that I am coming back to the ring for such a match. If I only had one more match...it would be this one. Of course I still got one guy on my shit list but this is a great start. Spike thank you for coming down I look forward to sharing the battlefield with you.

Spike and Aleksei get up out of their chairs and shake hands.




The ear-piercing opening rift of "Sleeping All December" signals the arrival of fan favorites the Young Lions, Max Burke and Trevor Irons.

Justin:: The following is a Triple Threat Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Tag Team Championship, introducing first, at a total combined weight of 423lbs, Max Burke and Trevor Irons The Young Lions!

Max and Trevor step into the spotlight on the entrance as the crowd erupts in applause and cheers. The young stars make their way to the ring, making sure to high five several fans before they slide under the bottom rope. Max and Trevor run to opposite corners to pose for the crowd in attendance.

Simone: These young men surprised everyone last week when they defeated the established team of the Surf Boys!

Adams: And this week they are competing for the tag titles! They obviously left an impression on Christian and Mark!

The Young Lions hop off of the turnbuckles and await the entrances of their opponents, they don’t have to wait long as a familiar set of lyrics are heard over the PA system.

"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
So come on!”

Justin:: Introducing next, at a total combined weight of 426lbs, they are the reigning and defending SCW Tag Team Champions, Sinful Obsession!

Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
So come on!

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on its feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

Simone: The champions have a tough task ahead of them!

Adams: Yeah, they don’t even need to be pinned to lose the titles!

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Synn then takes both men and escorts them to center ring where the lights dim down. He then sets foot in front of them and points right at the pair and an explosion of red pyros go off.

Synn then brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match, the Young Lions quickly get in Gabriel and Despayre’s faces making belt motions around their waists and the champs don’t back down for a second.

Simone: Did they forget about the third team in this match?

Adams: If they did they’re making a big mistake!

Whilst the two teams are arguing the song, On We March, fills the air with its thumping bass drum and the noise creeps its way in and as the ominous bass-line begins to play, the couple walk out, hand-in-hand alongside Kain’s tag team partner Lucian Frost.

Justin:: Introducing team number 3, at a total combined of 415lbs, they are the team of Kain and Lucian Frost!

As the crowd spews their venom towards Kain, he replies back with an angry snarl, his eyes never wavering from the ring whilst Frost high fives the fans on the way to the ring. As soon as the couple finishes their walk on the ramp, Ariel steps behind her man, unties the robe and takes it off him, removing his cowl as well. Kain's muscular body is shown from head to foot and while the crowd boos at him, the women cannot help but scream for him while the men cannot help but be jealous of his look and stature, cameras flashing everywhere in the arena.

Simone: The difference between them couldn’t be more obvious.

Adams: They’ll need to work together though as they are the smallest team among the three!

Kain turns to his girl and the two embrace each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Then Kain breaks it off and climbs up the steel steps whilst Lucian Frost slides into the ring. He places both hands on the top rope from the apron and jumps on it. A second later, Kain executes a forward-flip. As he lands into the ring, flaming pyro explodes from all four sides. Kain makes his way to each corner of the ring, pumping his right fist in the air, trash-talking to the crowd and acknowledging them as the cameras flash rapidly from the crowd. He steps down from the last turnbuckle, walks over to his corner, then provides a cold, icy stare at the three opposing teams as "On We March" dies down.

Simone: This is going to be insane.

Adams: As insane as that Death Metal vid Jessie showed us before the show? What was the band again? Oh yeah, Cattle Decapitation!

Simone: Thanks Jason, I needed to be reminded of my nightmares tonight.

The three teams take up their respective corners and start discussing who should take the lead for their teams, eventually Despayre, Irons and Frost start for their respective teams as their partners step out onto the ring apron and Drew signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

Trevor Irons charges at Frost but gets an Arm Drag for his troubles, Frost tries to go for an armbar but Trevor pops back up and the two of them go for a dropkick at the same time, they appear to be a stalemate and the crowd applauds the show…….but the two challengers quickly eat a double clothesline from Despayre.

Simone: Never take your eyes of the champ!

Adams: Especially if Odette Ryder’s with them!

Despayre goes for the first cover of the match on Frost 1…..2……Trevor Irons manages to break it up and starts brawling with Despayre as he makes his way up to his feet, eventually Despayre clotheslines Trevor Irons over the top rope and to the floor taking him with him.

Simone: Dangerous territory for both challenger and champion.

Adams: No kidding.

The two men get back to their feet and start going back and forth trading blows with each other, however they don’t realize that Frost is back on his feet until he out on the apron, Despayre goes to stop him but Frost has leapt to the top rope and launches with a breathtaking moonsault!

Simone: Beautiful move by Frost.

Adams: But if they don’t get back in the ring they’ll be counted out!

Despayre’s the first to his feet and is catching his breath, however Max Burke doesn’t give him the option as he hits Despayre with a dropkick through the top and middle ropes stunning him momentarily, Trevor Irons is back in the ring and shouts instructions to his tag team partner who nods before getting in position, Trevor Irons charges towards the ropes and Max backdrops him over the top rope taking out Despayre, Max takes the opportunity to hit a springboard cross body block on Frost who has just gotten to his feet himself.

Simone: Bodies are flying everywhere!

Adams: If this was any other promotion we’d go to a break right now but not SCW!

Despayre gets to his feet first and climbs onto the ring apron allowing Gabriel to blind tag himself in, Trevor soon follows and the two men start trading punches not noticing that Lucian Frost is on the ring apron until it’s to late as Lucian leaps and hits them both with a cross body block, he hooks both of his opponents’ legs for a cover 1…..2……Despayre and Max break up the pin at the same time before they start brawling.

Simone: I don’t envy Drew one bit in this match.

Adams: With so many competitors how can he keep track of them all?!

Lucian uses the opportunity provided by the brawl to tag out to Kain who leaps over the top rope and hits a recovering Trevor Irons with a clothesline; he does the same to Gabriel before dumping both Despayre and Max Burke to the outside.

Simone: Kain’s cleaning house!

Adams: Why do you think they call him the King of Kings?

Kain backs Trevor Irons into a nearby corner and starts hitting him with a quick punch and kick combo that ends with a kick to the stomach doubling over Trevor and leaving him in a prime position for Kain to hit him with an old school style DDT, he goes for a cover 1……2……Gabriel breaks it up……who is subsequently span around and hit with the Maxplex by Max Burke!

Simone: He calls that the Maxplex!

Adams: But he’s not the legal man!

Max turns his attention to Kain but Kain hits him with the Whirlwind Fist before finishing him off with his Malice Diamond Cutter, Max quickly rolls out of the ring and Kain turns around only for Trevor to try to hit him with the Ozark Knockout, however Kain dodges the kick and delivers his own, namely the Quickening!

Simone: The Quickening and Malice! Kain just took out both Young Lions in a matter of seconds!

Adams: And Lucian wants in on the action!

Kain tags in Lucian and drags Trevor’s unconscious body to their corner as Frost scales the turnbuckles, Frost leaps hitting the Ice Falls on Trevor Irons and goes for a cover 1……2…….Despayre tries to break it up but eats a Malice…….3!!!!!!

Justin:: Here’s your winners and NEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS KAIN AND LUCIAN FROST!

Simone: New champions! And what a match!

Adams: I’m surprised Drew kept track of who the legal man was!

Simone: Sinful Obsessions long reign as tag team champions, comes to a shocking end.

Kain and Lucian leave the ring with their new titles in hand as the show cuts to a break.




The scene opens up backstage where Ms Rocky Mountains is standing in front of two mountainous African American men clad in suits, black sunglasses and ear pieces. They are standing in front of Jordan Williams’ locker room. Both men make a motion as if they’re listening to something on their ear piece, then the man on the left makes a motion to one of the right and the man on the right opens the door for Ms. Rocky Mountains, whom has an uneasy look on her face as she enters the locker room. The camera crew follows her in as the door is closed behind them. Inside we see Jordan Williams sitting behind a desk with a baseball bat firmly in hand.

MRM nervously asks: Uh…Jordan, last week we saw Casey Williams and Kain collaborate to attack you. Then, in one of the great moments in SCW history, Casey Williams tossed you into the crowd. We understand you have something you wanted to say about the incident.

Jordan with a perturbed look on his face: Great moment in SCW history? I guess you consider assaulting a legend, such as myself…no, a GOD; a great moment huh? Well I am working on getting it stricken from the SCW video library, since it was assault of a GOD. Once I get my way…and I always get my way, this “moment”, as you put it, will be erased from SCW history and the minds of everyone who has watched that moment.

MRM: Okay then.

Jordan boisterously says: Don’t get smart with the GOD of professional wrestling! Don’t forget who you’re talking to! Now, I’m here to announce that I am going on strike for this Stable Wars match!

MRM: Strike?

Jordan: Yes a strike, because I will not step into a ring to wrestle as long as Casey Williams and/or Kain is in the match.

MRM: Why?

Jordan: Because, I am sick of those two bastards attacking me, when I didn’t do anything to justify them doing so. This is an unsafe working environment and it is obvious those two will stop at nothing to maim me. So until I get a formal apology AND guarantee that they will no longer attack me, I, Jordan Williams, the GOD of professional wrestling will not step inside a wrestling ring if Casey or Kain are my opponents in any way, shape, or form. I have my two security guards, Boomer Banks and Bo Hood to watch my back while I’m under this strike.

Jordan pauses for a moment and gets a smirk on his face.

Jordan continues: This is directed at Christian Underwood. Christian, since you’re stepping up in Mark’s absence, I pose this question to you. Who do you want in the main event more? Casey Williams or the GOD of professional wrestling, Jordan Williams? Do you want the man who has drawn more money than anyone in this god forsaken promotion or the man who doesn’t move the needle at all? Its your call Christian. Or you can simply make Casey formally apologize to me…and I don’t want a simple “I’m sorry.” I want him on his knees, begging for forgiveness. The ball is in your court, Christian.

The scene fades out as Jordan glares into the camera.




Backstage, Christian is spotted talking to a stagehand and the makeup lady when a strong, accented voice bellows out.

Tony: Hey! You's! Underwool!

Christian turns around and frowns.

Christian: Are you addressing me?

Christian is approached by Tony who looks as menacing as ever, and Big B who just seems uncomfortable with this experience. Jimmy, of course, is hurrying up to intervene before anything serious can come of this.

Tony: Yeah I'm 'addressing' you's! You're the only other one here and I sure am not speaking to these two...

Jimmy: Tony! Baby, calm down!

Jimmy holds his hands out to ward Tony off and hopefully calm him down before this escalates any further than it needs to.

Jimmy: Just let Jimmy handle this, alright?

Tony frowns and takes a reluctant step back and Jimmy turns around to face Christian with a smile on his face.

Tony: Sorry about that. He gets a little enthusiastic when the boss gives him something to do.

Christian raises his eyebrows.

Christian: The boss? Oh. Ohhhh!

He nods with a smile.

Christian: I get you. That's what this is all about.

Jimmy: Sorry?

Christian: No, no. Don't tell me. Let me see if I can guess this one and win the prize. Nick sent you three to try and work me and get his place in this Stable Wars match changed. Now, he thought you...

He points to Jimmy.

Christian: Would try the proverbial sweet talk. And you two...

He points to Big B and Tony.

Christian: Would b the intimidation factor if I refused to budge.

Christian looks at Jimmy with a smile and holds his arms out. he shrugs.

Christian: Well? Am I right? Do I win?

Jimmy: It's not like that there. See, the boss has a lot on his plate right now and he's just concerned that a match like this would be a detriment to his health and we all know if something happens to him, then the SCW would be poorer overall.

Christian: It would?

Big B leans over to whisper to Tony.

Big B: It would?

Tony: Shh!

Christian, having overheard, smiles in B's direction, then looks back to Jimmy. He nods.

Christian: That's nice. You know, in theory. But Nick's done quite a bit to put himself in these sticky situations, so it's really out of my hands. Sorry buddy. The match has been announced. It's a done deal. Hey. Don't take it so hard.

He pats Jimmy on the arm.

Christian: I'll tell Nick personally how hard you tried to talk me out of this. You won't have a thing to...

Tony: Okay, enough of this talkin'!

Tony grabs Jimmy by the collar and pulls him behind the pair of Big B and himself and Tony takes a step closer and growls in Christian's face.

Tony: He had his chance. Now it's my turn. You know what you's is gonna do for me right here, right now?

Without saying a word, Christian holds up a small bottle of breath spray and spritzes Tony in the mouth. Tony coughs and steps back and Christian frowns.

Christian: Well that's a start. Seriously man, do you ever pass up anything with garlic on it at the buffets?

Tony clears his throat and his eyes flash in anger as he stomps back up toward Christian, ready to end this but Big B grabs him by the shoulder. B shakes his head.

Big B: This isn't a good idea, Ton'!

Scotty: I'd listen to him, if I were you, you little pissant!

Christian's husband, the muscle bound 'loose cannon' "Big Pump" Scott Schreiner steps into the scene, amidst the cheers of the fans watching. He stands in front of Christian and removes his shades.

Scotty: Back off, if you know what's good for you punk!

Tony frowns and leans over to look past Scotty and at Christian who is just standing there with a smile and waves 'hello'.

Tony: You's actually think I'm scared of dis here bleached blond bitch? Wassamattah? Can't face me yourself?

Christian: I could say the same thing about your 'boss' facing me. Did my little scene with Tom last month intimidate him?

Tony: Look you little...!

Tony goes to brush past Scotty but Scott slaps his hand away, quite roughly! Tony is fuming and gets right in Scotty's face, but before anything physical can further occur, Jimmy let's out a high pitched yelp! Everyone turns around to look and Jimmy is currently in the process of being held up by the back of his underwear by former Bombshell and close friend of Christian, the muscle bound amazon Rock Rose! Jimmy's face is beet red and he is sweating from the experience' of this most uncomfortable of atomic wedgies.

Jimmy: Ton... seriously! **wheezes** Let it go! Oh my aching ba-

Rose drops him and Jimmy hits the floor. Big B looks wide eyed at the amazon, and likewise, Tony can't seem to take his eyes off of her as she burns holes in the pair. Christian steps up to Scott's side and the big man wraps a protective arm around his husband's waist.

Christian: Nick's not the only one with friends in the right places, Tony. You can feel free to tell him for me that the match goes on as scheduled. And if he tries another trick like this, he'll be the first one in that ring.

Big B takes Tony's arm and surprisingly, this time the big Italian does not shrug him off.

Big B: C'mon.

Tony and B slowly move past Rock Rose, neither taking their eyes off of her as she maneuvers around to stand beside Christian. Jimmy, holding himself in pain, limps after them.

Tony: Damn! That there is a whole lotta woman!




JHHIII: I look like an idiot, Simpson. Why must I listen to him anyway? What has he even done?

Simpson stands outside of the Men’s locker room with his arms folded across his chest and a pair of sunglasses over his face. Standing next to him is Giani Di Luca who is snickering a bit. He and Simpson exchange a glance with each other and then Giani stifles his laughter with a simple smile. Giani is wearing a white mobster looking suit jacket over a red shirt with white pants and black shoes. He reaches up and adjusts his white tie as he knocks on the door.

Giani: Look kid, I gave you the complete hook up, dawg. You’re gonna look mint for this photoshoot, I promise.

James peeks only his nose out of the door, doing his best to keep hidden. His sneer is seen from around the corner as he can be heard whining..

JHHIII: No I don’t, I look like a bafoon like this. I should never have let you talk me into this after you got me new wrestling gear. I looked like an idiot then and I look like one now.

Giani: Bro, you don’t look dumb. You look like a million bucks. You look like a real champion. Doesn’t he S?

Simpson: Yes Mister Di…

Giani: Ep!

Giani holds a hand up to Simpson’s face, almost looking offended by what Simpson was about to say. He turns his head to the side and cups his hand around his right ear.

Simpson: Yes Giani, he does look like a real champion.

JHHIII: You really think so? It is about time people saw me for who I truly am, and that is the best Roulette Champion SCW has ever seen.

With his sudden burst of confidence, James comes striding right out from behind the door. He is dressed in a smaller version of the suit Giani is wearing, down from to the black shoes. He is also wearing a silver chain that hangs out to the side of his red tie. But the most shocking part of James’s appearance is his new hairstyle. He is sporting a full blowout hairstyle, sitting atop his head like a crown. He is sporting an arrogant smile as he marches next to Giani, puffing his chest out much like Giani is. Giani wraps an arm around James, pulling him in closer with a wide smile of his own.

Giani: Alright kid, let’s get on to our promotional shoot.

Giani pushes James up ahead of him as they walk through the hallways with Simpson watching their backs as they wind through. Just seconds later, they arrive to an area set up to look like a New Years Eve party. There is a backdrop that has fireworks going off and red ring ropes. The cameraman leads them to the front and center.

Photographer: Okay, we only need a couple good shots, so the quicker we get them, the quicker… What is going on with this kid’s hair?!

JHHIII: Nothing is wrong with it! I look like a proper champion.

Photographer: You look like a Jersey Shore wannabe, unlike this solid piece of beefcake here…

Giani raises an eyebrow as the male photographer makes eyes at him. He slowly looks over to James who looks upset, but Giani gives him a look that almost seems to comfort the brat prince. The photographer leads them to the center of the set. He sizes them up for a second and then hands them each a bottle of champagne.

Photographer: Okay, so we are looking for aggression here. We want to see some hype for this match, so make them good. I don’t like wasting my film…

James holds the Roulette title up on his shoulder, pointing it out toward the camera as he raises the champagne bottle up in the air. Giani takes a step back and steps and does the same. They lunge toward each other as if to swing the bottles at each other. Giani grunts as he does his best battle face. James looks a little afraid, but does his best to mask it, giving off the perfect look as the camera flashes brightly three times. The photographer studies this for a moment.

Photographer: Perfection itself! Now we need one last picture with you guys standing back to back.

Giani and James quickly obey, James almost looking puny compared to Giani. James switches the title belt over to his other shoulder and then Giani puts his fist out as if waiting to get it bumped. James puts on his best intimidation face before the camera flashes three more times.

Photographer: Brilliant! Now let’s get the oddball shot. James, I want you to get Giani into a side headlock. No one would ever believe that one…

JHHIII: Hey!

The photographer holds a hand up and stands behind the camera, looking through the lens. He clears his throat as Giani leans down. James struggles a bit to get the right grip and Giani puts on an exaggerated look of pain as James improvises and begins pouring the bottle of champagne on Giani’s head. The photographer laughs and the camera flashes three more consecutive times.

Photographer: And… THAT’S A WRAP!




The camera returns to the ringside area where Justin Decent stands in the ring beside head referee, Jasmine St. John. The bell sounds.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall with no disqualifications, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd responds with cheers!

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! From Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing 370 pounds ... Casey Williams!

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.

Adams: Is it just me or does he look like he doesn't really care that this match is No DQ, and against a friend?

Simone: Casey is nothing short of focused on this match, I'll admit. All he knows is this is his chance to win the Heavyweight Championship. To Casey, this is all business.

Justin: His opponent is from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing 265 pounds, he is the current reigning and defending SCW Heavyweight Champion ... Spike Staggs!

*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!"*

The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Madness" by DJ Nade plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose before leaping off to land on his feet. He bounces between the ropes as he eyes Casey.

Adams: He doesn't look as thrilled as Casey about all this, does he?

Simone: I wouldn't say Casey is exactly thrilled, but no. Spike is the top man in NXT as the heavyweight champion and he knows exactly why Mark Ward booked this match.

Adams: Right! ... Why?

Simone: You are nothing if not consistent Jason.

Adams: Thanks, but hot water and oatmeal in the morning takes most of the credit.

Simone: *sighs* I was speaking of Mark wanting to hopefully weaken the morale of NXT!

Adams: I knew that!

Spike removes his title belt and hands it over to Jasmine who shows it off to Casey who stares intently at it before she steps back and holds it up for everyone to see. The fans cheer. Jasmine passes the belt to Justin who exits the ring. The official then calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Immediately Casey ducks out through the ropes and drops to the ringside floor.

Simone: Okay what does he think he's doing? There's a match for the championship happening here!

Adams: Don't you think he knows that? I mean, he is the challenger after all.

Casey leans down and starts rummaging beneath the ring and he starts pulling objects out; a table, three steel chairs, a fire extinguisher, a trash can, and other objects and he starts tossing them into the ring.

Adams: I guess that answers that question! Casey has no problems at all using this ruling to his advantage!

Simone: And look at the look on Spike's face. He can't believe Casey is going through with this!

Casey climbs back into the ring and stands ready. Spike slowly nods and steps up to him and offers his hand in good sportsmanship between friends. Casey nods and extends his hand, but as soon as they clasp hands, Casey yanks him forward and right into a short-arm clothesline!

Simone: Whoa! Casey is going right for it!

Casey grabs the stunned Spike and pulls him up off of the canvas. Casey Irish whips him into the ropes and delivers a big boot right to the sternum, knocking him down. Spike rolls over, holding his ribs in obvious pain, and Casey helps him up roughly. Casey sends him into the ropes again and goes for a back handed blow but Spike ducks it. The champion rebounds off of the far side and Casey hits him with a lariat that turns Staggs inside out!

Simone: damn! This one might be over fast after a blow like that!

Adams: That's what she said!

Spike flops over onto his back and Casey drops down into a secure over, hooking both legs!

1.....
2.....
3 - Spike kicks out!

Adams: That was close!

Simone: Yes we almost had a new champion! I don't think Spike was expecting Casey to go this route!

Adams: Well he better man up before that gold is around Casey's waist!

Casey pulls him up again and fires him off into the ropes. Spike comes off and Casey goes for another big boot but this time Spike hangs on and catches his foot! Casey hops on the one foot when Spike takes him down with a dragon screw! Casey immediately grabs his knee!

Simone: That's one way to fight a man Casey's size! Take him down!

Spike gets up to his feet and drives a right hand in to Casey's head. Casey gets up to his feet as the SCW Heavyweight Champion reels back his hand for another punch but Casey snatches him by the throat and heaves him back into the turnbuckles. Spike stumbles out, holding his back and Casey hauls him high over his head in a military press and just dumps him down on top of the trash can, severely denting it!

Adams: Holy sh... I can't believe Casey did it!

Simone: Well we all knew just how much he wants to win the championship! The stip is there so why not use it?

Adams: Yeah but still! To his friend and NXT teammate?

Spike falls over, kicking his feet and holding his ribs, and Casey covers him.

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

Simone: Spike isn't about to lose his championship like this! Not after everything he went through to win it in the first place.

Casey takes Spike and throws him into the near corner, and follows in with a shoulder charge but Spike drops to the mat and Casey hits the corner himself! Spike then rolls from the ring and pulls Casey's feet out from under him! Spike drags him to the post and traps Casey in a Figure 4 around the post! Casey starts thrashing, bellowing in pain!

Adams: I guess if Casey can start rough housing, then fair is fair!

Simone: Hey, all is fair when it's No Disqualification!

Jasmine drops to the floor and tries to get Spike to let go of the Figure 4 but Spike refuses, challenging her that he can not be disqualified!

Adams: He's got a point! Jasmine can't force him to stop!

Frustrated, the referee rolls back inside and asks Casey if he wants to pack it in but Casey shakes his head, refusing! After several long, torturous moments, the champion finally releases the hold and gets back into the ring. Casey starts to try to find his footing but Spike dives off of the ropes and clips Casey's bad leg out from under him and the giant goes down to one knee.

Simone: We're seeing right here just why Spike is the champion! He knows damn well what he has to do to keep Casey down where his size won't play a factor in this match.

Spike then takes Casey's bad leg and manages to turn him over into an elevated single leg Boston crab!

Adams: If he keeps working that leg over, Casey won't have any choice but to give up just to save his career!

Jasmine is asking repeatedly if Casey will submit but Casey won't give her the satisfaction. He instead counters, reaching back for one of Spike's ankles and pulls his foot out from under him, breaking the hold. Spike quickly recovers and grabs the leg again, but Casey plants his other foot into Spike's chest and kicks him clear off! Casey gets up, favoring his leg, and Spike rushes him for a spear but Casey catches him, blocking the move and he brings him up and over with a gut wrench suplex!

Simone: No matter what Spike has tried, Casey's size seems to be just too much of an issue here.

Casey stands up, grimacing, and he looks around at the weapons in the ring and pulls out a stop sign. Spike slowly gets back up to his feet and Casey swings the stop sign and waffles Spike right in the noggin' with it!

Simone: Oh my god! I can't believe he hit Spike with that sign!

Adams: Well you yourself just admitted that all was fair in this one!

The cracking sound of metal meeting scalp is heard by all! Spike does not go down all the way but instead sinks to one knee, showing his true hardcore nature! Casey then cracks him again with the sign on the back of his head, causing the sound to repeat. Casey gives the sign a toss as Spike slowly falls over to his side and Casey throws him to his back and goes for the cover!

1.....
2.....
3- Spike kicks out!

Simone: Oh I bet Mark is just loving this!

Adams: Yeah if they get reception in the Bermuda Triangle.

Casey stares hard at Jasmine but she reiterates that it was only a count of two.

Angered, Casey pulls Spike up and sends him to the ropes and scoops him up and plants him down with a spine buster! Casey stands up and rebounds off of the ropes and goes for a leg drop but Spike rolls out of the way and Casey's tailbone meets the hard mat! Spike then gets up and tries a jumping elbow but this time it's Casey that moves out of the way to allow the champion to crash and burn!

Simone: The damage is already beginning to show on both the champion as well as the challenger.

Casey stands up slowly, pulling Spike up along with him. Casey picks him up high over his head with another military press when his knee suddenly buckles and he falls back with Spike right on top of him!

1.....
2..... Casey powers out, throwing Spike off of him!

Adams: Now *that's* a kick out!

Both men are slow to return to their feet. Casey pulls a chair up into his hand as Spike turns around. Casey swings the chair but Spike ducks the blow! Casey turns around and Spike dropkicks the chair, sending the steel back into Casey's face! Casey drops the chair and staggers back on wobbly feet. Spike grabs the chair and looks around at the crowd cheering the hardcore action!

Simone: Will he, or won't he...?

And Spike swings the chair right into Casey's head, toppling the giant!

Adams: He will!

1.....
2.....
3- Casey gets the shoulder up!

Adams: Not the power house kick out we saw moments before.

Simone: That's kind of what happens when you get knocked silly with a steel chair to the head.

Spike gets up to his feet and rummages through the scattered pile of weapons and decides to pick up a trash can lid. The champions rears back and strikes Casey on the back as he starts to get up. Casey grabs hold of the ropes and starts to lift himself up as another shot crashes down onto the back of his head. Casey turns to face Spike, but Spike swings the lid at Casey again, but Casey moves out of the way and punches the lid right back in to Spike's face. Spike stumbles back and before he can fall, Casey grabs him by the throat and hits a choke slam!

Adams: Spike is down! New champion!

Casey with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - NO! Spike kicks out!

Simone: Oh my god! I thought we had a new champion!

Adams: And so did Casey!

Casey is on his feet and in Jasmine's face, questioning her count but the senior SCW official insists that it was only a count of two!

Simone: Turn around you nitwit!

Casey stops arguing finally and turns about, and Spike releases the contents of a fire extinguisher right in the challenger's face! The crowd reacts positively as Casey flays about, swinging blindly! Spike then swings the fire extinguisher into Casey's midsection, doubling him over. Spike drops the weapon and quickly goes to the second turnbuckle in the near corner and jumps off, catching Casey with a bulldog! Spike forces his challenger over onto his back and covers him, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
3 - NO! Casey gets the shoulder up!

Spike uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and grabs his teammate by the head and sets him head between his knees, going for a piledriver.

Simone: Oh he can't be serious!

Spike tries to pick him up but Casey's dead weight is too much! Spike tries again but now Casey counters and reverses the move into a back body drop, throwing Spike over to the canvas! Spike reaches over and grabs a fallen chair by the legs, just as Casey himself blindly grabs a kendo stick. Both men slowly get to their feet. Casey swings the kendo stick, but Spike swings the chair, both men connecting with their respective weapons at the exact same time!

Adams: Tiiiiimberrrrrr!

Both champion as well as challenger slowly topple back and crash to the mat!

Simone: They're both down!

Jasmine has no choice but to issue her count!

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...

Casey drags himself to his feet, pulling Spike up with him by a handful of hair!

Simone: What's Casey got in mind for... oh no. Not now!

The crowd boos as Nick Jones and Jordan Williams race out from the back! Not seeing this, Casey sets Spike up for a powerbomb and hauls him into the air! Jordan slides inside and hits the PS sting right in the back of Casey's head! Casey collapses with Spike! Nick grabs Spike and hits the Best of All spinning fisherman's neckbreaker! Nick and Jordan then turn and face one another and start to engage in a rousing game of...

Adams: Rock, paper, scissors?

Jordan wins and Nick visibly curses. The two grab Spike and throw him over onto Casey and beckon at Jasmine who huffs.

Simone: Oh come ON!

Jasmine makes the count!

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

The crowd boos as Nick and Jordan laugh merrily as the closing announcement is made...

Justin: The winner of the match, and still SCW Heavyweight Champion ... Spike Staggs!

Nick and Jordan both raise their arms in 'victory' as the crowd boos! They pose and high-five each other.

Simone: This is disgusting! You'd think they had just won the match themselves!

The boos then turn to cheers as Primetime Matthew Kennedy and Aleksei Koji rush out, both wielding chairs themselves! They hit the ring and Nick and Jordan dart outside and retreat back up the aisle, still laughing at the chaos inside of the ring.

Adams: Those two really need a swift boot right up the...

Christian: Nick! Jordan! Hey Tweedledum and Tweedledee!

Nick and Jordan spin around and find the 'other' SCW boss standing on the stage behind them.

Christian: Clever ploy there, you too had. Had a bit of fun, did you?

Nick and Jordan smirk and nod.

Christian: Well, I'm all for having a good time, so let me tell you what I'm going to do. You can thank Mark for this, because he's the one who gave me the idea when he booked Spike against Casey. You see, what's good for the goose... yadda yadda. Next week, I thought we could hype your own little team in the Stable wars match.

Nick and Jordan both stop smiling and frown.

Christian: Oh don't worry Nick. This won't involve you. Truth be told, I'm trying to decide whether or not you'll even be allowed inside of the building after that stunt you tried pulling earlier. No, this is all about you Jordan, and your partner at 'New Year Rising', Goth!

The crowd boos and Jordan shakes his head.

Christian: So next week, as a special Christmas present, its going to be Jordan Williams against Goth in a...

Christian pauses to think, then smiles.

Christian: Barbed wire match!

The crowd explodes in cheers as Jordan's eyes open wide and he starts shouting "No!" as Nick tries calming him down!

Christian: Yeah, I thought you'd like that. Ho! Ho! Ho!

Christian turns around and steps back behind the curtains, leaving the distracted Jordan and Nick prime targets as Primetime and Aleksei ambush them both from behind! Nick and Jordan go crashing to the arena floor and Kennedy and Koji are all over them as security rushes out to intervene! Big B and Tony run out to add to the numbers but a recovered Spike and Casey head them off and an all out war erupts as the scene slowly fades!




THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Aleksei, MK, Tom, Casey, Blade, Craig, Goth and Mike. Also to Vixen for the amazing new match graphics (you rock!) and to all our great roleplayers. You keep us going.