The opening drums to Five Finger Death Punch’s "I.M.Sin" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.

Rage: Forget it, Synn. I'm not backing down out of fear of losing my damn job. I'm going to get my match against him if it's the last thing I do.

Synn: You have to focus on your match against Kain shortly.

Rage: I don't give a shit about Kain right now. When I'm in that ring against him, then I'll worry about him. Right now, Kain doesn't mean shit. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find Ward, and I wouldn't try stopping me again if I were you.

Synn blocks Rage for another moment until he ultimately takes a step aside, letting Rage by. The cameras follow Rage as he storms off and finds Mark's office a short while later. He walks into an empty office, of course, and he growls. He looks around the office, then completely loses his temper and begins destroying Mark's office. He sends Mark's belongings flying every which way without a care, and when he's done, he looks around at what he's done, with a malicious smile.

Rage: Stupid son of a bitch better get the hint after this...

Rage then walks out of the office, satisfied with his actions, but deep down he hopes that Mark doesn't ignore this message.

A few cameras file through the curtains. “Wrecked” by Killbot plays when Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, soaking in the boos of the audience. He really gets them going as he flips his hands from under his chin, laughing as they boo. He jumps onto the ring apron and soaks in the audience reaction before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his camera crew. He leaps down and rips a microphone out of Justin Decent’s hand. He stands up straight and jogs in place for a moment as he soaks in the boos of the fans. He gets a devious grin on his face as he stops, raising the microphone to his lips.

Giani: Thank you, thank you! It’s so good to see you all too. I bet ya paid that good money so ya could come down here to ruin my day, but ya just a little too late. See, in three weeks, me and James gotta come down to this very ring, but it will be in the much nicer island of Trinidad.

Giani shrugs his shoulders as the fans boo even more loudly. He sticks his tongue out playfully at their reaction, laughing for a second before raising the microphone back up to his lips. He pauses as the boos slowly die down before he speaks again, adjusting the tag belt on his shoulder.

Giani: This place wasn’t good enough for either of us to compete in, but out of my own charity, I decided to give ya the time of day to come out and explain somethin’. See, in Trinidad, Young Money… that’s right, we finally got ourselves a name… Young Money will be facing Sinful Obsession for these very belts. It’s more of a formality to show you all that we are the best tag team ever by defeating the team that currently has that title for sittin’ back and doin’ nothin’, in a division with no real tag teams short of The Surf Boys…

Giani shakes his head, chuckling away from the microphone again as he slaps his knee for emphasis. He sighs into the microphone and looks back out into the audience who is cheering for Surf Boys.

Giani: And more recently, The Flyin’ Jetts, or Ben Jordan and Mickey Carroll… The division is a joke, but that’s gonna change when everyone realizes that it’s all cause these two clowns we’re facin’ at High Stakes III are the reason the division is failin’. They ran off to go after NeWA gold, forgettin’ about the fans and the division. Then, they realized that nobody cared about them anymore… They realized the only thing that makes them remotely interestin’ is a fuckin’ teddy bear and Odette Ryder.

The audience boos at Giani’s suggestion, causing him to throw his arms out to the side as if to challenge them all. He shouts out at them before flicking his fingers under his chin, shouting “FUHGEDDABOUDIT!!!” The fans boo even louder at his display, causing him to start pacing back and forth for a moment.

Giani: It’s the truth. I’m sorry you all are too blind to see that. Hell, I even called them out last week. I told them how it was an injustice that we have to face them when they done fuck all lately. I all but called them out last week, and did we hear anything from them? No, cause they are too busy chasin’ that teddy bear around in motor cars, and bangin’ Odette Ryder to give a shit about what’s goin’ on here. No doubt Odette has the thunder down under, but that pussy whipped shithead and his retarded partner need to show that they give a damn about this. As a matter of fact, I ain’t goin nowhere until they come out here and face me like men, even if they are only one and a half men…

Giani crosses his arms over his chest, waiting as the fans boo. He taps his foot impatiently, giving a whole ten seconds of silence before glaring to the entryway.

Giani: C’mon ya pussies! At least act like ya give a damn about ya *air quotes* adorin’ fans…

Giani unfolds his arms, pacing back and forth in the ring, his impatience growing even more as he walks the length of the ring. The boos grow louder and louder before he comes over to the ropes, standing on the second one and leaning over, waving his hand forward, taunting Sinful Obsession even further. He shouts out expletives in Italian at the entryway, goading them on further until “Opticon” by Orgy plays over the speakers. The fans erupt into cheers as two men come dashing down the entryway. Giani backs up a bit, making room for them. As they get closer, the fans realize they are only midgets dressed like Sinful Obsession. As the midgets dash under the ropes, Giani stomps on the one that looks like Despayre. He picks up the one dressed as Gabriel and lifts him up high above his head. He slowly turns around in two full circles to show the fans. He walks over to the ropes and dumps him over the top ropes with a Gorilla Press Slam. He stomps his foot on the mat, waiting for the one dressed as Despayre to get up. As he does so, someone jumps over the barrier, dressed as a giant teddy bear. It carries a chair as it slides in under the ropes. Giani spears the small Despayre impersonator into the turnbuckle, causing the little man to come off, holding onto his back. Giani sets him up for a Jersey Turnpike, nailing it as the teddy bear stalks him from behind. The fans cheer as Giani turns around, getting hit over the head with the chair… but it wasn’t nearly hard enough as Giani begins nailing the teddy bear with left’s and rights. He grabs onto the bear’s head and begins ripping it off. The threads tearing cause the audience to stare on in shock as James Huntington-Hawkes III is the one in the suit. Both men stop and laugh at the audience as they both lay in a few good stomps to the small Despayre impersonator. “Wrecked” by Killbot begins playing as Giani drops his microphone, stepping over the fallen impersonator, leaving the ring with James.

The scene opens up backstage where the hired gun of Nick Jones, Tony Capicelli, is seen walking around on his own. As he roams around, seemingly aimlessly, he suddenly comes to a stop once something catches his eye, as there is a sign on a door that reads "Seven Deadly Sins". Tony looks around, up and down the hall, for a bit before walking up to the door and slowly turning the door handle, opening the door just enough so he can peak in. After a moment of that, Tony pushes the door all the way open as it becomes immediately apparent the locker room is currently empty. Tony takes a step in and looks around, when he suddenly notices that, sitting on a coach in the Sins' private locker room is none other than Angel. Tony slowly approaches the location of the stuffed bear and glances down at it with a look of disgust. Tony then walks over to a nearby garbage can, picks it up and then walks back over towards the couch. Tony goes to reach for everyone's favorite teddy bear, when suddenly he stops as he is interrupted by a familiar voice before he touches Angel.

Nick: What the hell are you doing?

Tony immediately stops and turns to see the familiar face of Nick Jones. Nick is standing in the doorway, leaning up against the frame as he glares at Tony while having his arms folded across his chest.

Tony: Oh, hey boss. I's figu'ed I'd finally get rid of dis stupid little t'ing once and for all. I'm friggin' tired of dis stupid lil' bear.

Nick: That's an interesting idea, but I just have one question for you.

Tony: Yeah, boss?

Nick: Are you out of your friggin' mind?!?

Tony: Wha'?

Nick: Do you realize what that raging lunatic is going to do when he finds out that you threw away his most favorite thing in the entire world?

Tony: Ah, whateva'. I ain't scared of no stupid little nutjob little kid. He ain't gonna do nuttin' to me, no matta' how bad he's wants ta.

Nick: I don't think you fully appreciate how batshit crazy that boy Despy really is. Trust me, nothing good is going to come of this, at least not for you.

Tony: Well you's leave dat ta me.

Nick: Fine, whatever, do what you want. It's your funeral.

Nick stops and turns around to leave the locker room and in the process nearly walks straight into his cousin, Big B, who was just heading in. Nick stops and looks at B, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as he points back over towards Tony.

Nick: Sometimes I wonder if this guy might be even dumber than you are.

B, not seeming to quite get the insult intended to him, lets out a laugh as he smiles and nods.

Big B: Yeah, seriously!

Nick gets a look of disgust on his face as the ever-present scowl on Nick's face becomes only worse. Nick glares at Big B as he quickly snaps back at his cousin, as B's joy clearly makes Nick not so joyful.

Nick: Who the hell told your stupid ass you could talk to me? Move it!

Nick shoves Big B out of the way, sending him stumbling back before walking off. Tony then turns away from the situation and clearly not at all worried by Big B's presence, shifts his focus back to Angel. Tony goes to reach for Angel once again, but suddenly jumps back as he is startled upon suddenly seeing that, from seemingly out of nowhere, Despayre is now standing behind the couch which Angel is on, standing there silently as he stares at Tony.

Big B: Someone's gonna get it...!

The sing-song voice of Big B causes Tony to glance behind him only briefly before he turns an eye back to Despayre who remains standing behind the sofa in the dressing room. It's almost spooky the way Despayre is staring at Nick's bodyguard with his cool, gray eyes. Despayre then tilts his head to the side and slowly begins to shake his head.

Despayre: Shane on you. Shame, shame!

Tony frowns as Despayre shakes a forefinger in his direction and makes that 'tsk tsk' sound between his teeth.

Despayre: Angel told me you were a Negative Nelly that would try something. I tried to vouch for you but I guess he was right .. again.

Despayre then blinks and looks down at the teddy bear and huffs.

Despayre: I know. I don't know why I bother, either.

Despayre looks back up and squints his eyes narrowly at Tony who just shakes his head in disbelief.

Tony: Jus' yous remember, kid. That bear?

He nods in Angel's direction.

Tony: Yous can't protect it forever.

Something flashes behind Despayre's eyes and his brow furrows and his grip on the back of the sofa tightens.

Despayre: You do not threaten my best friend!

Tony sneered and leaned in.

Tony: I. Just. Did!

The big man turns around to leave when suddenly a cry rings out from behind him! Despayre leaps over the back of the sofa and dives onto Tony's wide back! Tony staggers forward, caught by surprise and thrown off balance, but he is strong enough and alert enough to quickly regain his footing! He throws his arms out, trying to dislodge the little hellion attacking him but Despayre was stuck like glue to him!

Tony: Get offa me you little nutcase! GET OFFA ME!!

Tony reached up and grabbed Despayre by the hair with both hands in an attempt to tear him off but Despayre let one hand go and swung it around Tony's head, landing a beaut of a fist right into Tony's nose!

Tony: YOU SONOFA...!!!

Tony roars in pain as the steady scent of copper fills his nose and Despayre starts to shriek incoherently as he swings more fists around into the big man's face as he struggles to get the unhinged little guy off of him! Big B stares, frozen in shock at the scene unfolding in front of him as he has never seen Despayre like this! Tony grabs Despayre by the arms and powers him off, but Despayre slides around him and jumps up on him and wraps both arms around his head and bites down savagely on Tony's face!

Tony: MOTHER....!!!

Tony grabs Despayre, an despite the consequences, he throws Despayre off and into the couch, almost knocking it over backwards! This is when Big B decides enough is enough and he moves in quickly and grabs Tony but Tony swings around and punches him in the jaw, knocking B into the door! Tony turns around and Despayre dives at him again and swings as hard as he can, and his fist greets Tony unceremoniously right in the eye! Before Tony can respond, however, the dressing room door swings open again and Synn, Gabriel and Rage come barreling in! Gabriel and Rage both grab Tony and throw him back by the arms, and Tony falls back through the door frame and into the hall! Rage looks about ready to go out after him, as does Gabriel, but Nick rushes up, having witnessed everything, and grabs Tony and pulls the enraged Italian back!

Nick: No!

Tony: Get offa me, boss! Ima gonna...!

Nick: I said NO! Leave it! C'mon!

Synn, meanwhile, has both arms around Despayre and is holding him back, struggling as Despayre is kicking his legs and flaying his arms, trying to get at Tony!

Synn: Joshua! Calm down! Joshua, I said CALM DOWN!

Despayre seems oblivious to the command of his father as he continues to struggle!

Despayre: Let me go! He threatened Angel! Let me GO!

Synn manages to keep Despayre back as Big B, Rage and Gabriel move in to further the attempts to calm the little guy down as Tony removes his hand from his nose and sees it spotted with crimson. He looks up and glares as Nick pulls him away. Tony points at the group.

Tony: This ain't over you little psycho! Not by a long shot!

Nick: Enough!

Nick pulls Tony around the corner as Rage slams the dressing room door shut!

We return to ringside where Justin Decent stand alongside Jasmine St. John.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Illinois, weighing 240 pounds ... Kain!

The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendent, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a forward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting his opponent.

Adams: I don't think I've seen Kain as focused as he is right now.

Simone: Say what you will, but Kain knows exactly what he's in for against this man about to return. Kain is set to face Goth in just a few weeks, possibly for the Heavyweight title, and he wants nothing to come between him and that opportunity.

Justin: And his opponent is making his return to Sin City Wrestling! From Parts Unknown, weighing 300 pounds ... Rage!

"Waking The Demon" by Bullet for My Valentine starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. He stands at the entrance for a few moments before he raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting cheers from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark look on his face. He enters the ring, stepping over the top rope and he heads to the center of the ring. Rage approaches Kain as his music dies down and Kain meets him right in the center of the ring, both men getting nose to nose.

Simone: I think Rage is up against the one man in the sport that he can not intimidate.

Jasmine tries to separate the two men when Rage kicks Kain in the stomach, doubling him over! Jasmine calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Rage immediately unloads on Kain, hammering away down into his back with clubbing forearm blows! The barrage drives Kain down onto his knees, then he grabs him by the head and slams his face down into the canvas.

Adams: Damn! Rage is going to town!

Simone: It definitely does not look as if he's lost a step at all during his five month absence.

Rage grabs Kain's head and goes to throw his head down again but Kain rolls through and jumps back to his feet. Kain runs into the ropes and Rage swings but Kain ducks under the decapitating maneuver. Rage spins around and Kain lashes out with a kick to Rage's ribcage. Rage grimaces in pain from the martial arts shot and clutches his ribs as Kain lets loose with two more kicks, then grabs Rage by his smooth scalp and brings his knee right up into his face.

Adams: God damn! Kain isn't letting Rage's size and intensity get to him!

Simone: Kain is one of the most physically dangerous competitors in SCW. He's going to break Rage down by any means he can.

Kain attempts another martial arts kick but this time, Rage is quick enough to ensnare his arm around his opponent's leg, blocking the blow. Rage then swings with his other arm, clotheslining Kain down hard to the canvas.

Adams: What a shot!

Simone: And that right there is where Rage's size comes into play!

Rage grabs Kain and drags him to his feet and sends him hard into the near corner with an Irish whip. Kain staggers out and Rage grabs him by the throat with both hands and hauls him up off of his feet. Jasmine warns him to break the choke and issues her count!

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

And Rage dumps him down into the corner, the back of Kain's head hitting the turnbuckles.

Adams: Well she never said how to let him go.

Rage comes in after him and drives a forearm smash into Kain's sternum. Rage then grabs him by the arm and Irish whips him out and to the neutral corner on the far side of the ring. Kain hits the turnbuckles again and comes out -- and hits Rage with a flying wheel kick that floors the big man!

Adams: What a shot!

The fans cheer as Kain kips up, regaining his vertical standing.

Simone: We're getting a perfect example of Kain's resiliency!

Rage rolls over and gets to his hands and knees as Kain dashes off of the ropes and lays him out with a Shining Wizard right to the head! Rage barrels over to his back and Kain covers him quickly, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Rage gets his shoulder up.

Kain grabs Rage by the arm and pulls him back up and twists his arm twice into an arm wringer, then lifts his leg over the arm and kicks him in the side of his head three times. Kain then rolls over, taking Rage over as well in a flying armbar, and locks him in a straight armlock on the mat. Rage struggles and pounds the mat with his free arm as Kain bends the limb back, his legs over Rage's upper body. Jasmine drops down to ask Rage is he wants to submit but Rage emphatically refuses.

Simone: I think Kain would have to literally tear that arm off if he wanted Rage to give up.

Rage curses openly as he is unable to reach the ropes to break the hold, Kain having trapped him dead center in the middle of the ring. Rage then tries to power Kain's legs off of him but Kain hooks his ankles together, tightening the hold.

Adams: Rage isn't going anywhere.

Rage then switches tactics and uses his leg strength to push himself up to his knees, while Kain holds onto the armbar. Rage forces himself to his feet, and with a fierce expression on his face, he powers Kain up off of the mat as he hangs onto Rage's arm and lifts him into the air!

Simone: Good Christ! Look at that power display!

Rage has Kain practically up on his one shoulder and then simply falls back, driving Kain down to the canvas, thus breaking the hold!

Adams: Well that's one way to make Kain break a hold.

Kain holds his back in pain as he slowly sits up, and Rage grits his teeth, holding the worked over arm. Rage dashes into the ropes and comes off, sliding in low with a clothesline with the arm that isn't hurt. Rage pulls him up with his free arm, then throws him into the ropes. Kain ducks around Rage and grabs him in a rear waistlock and attempts a German suplex, but Rage blocks it. Rage then swings an elbow back into Kain's face, breaking the attempt. Kain comes off of the ropes and Rage brings his boot up into his face, flooring him.

Adams: Rage isn't doing too badly for a man that's been away for five months, is he?

Rage then rebounds off of the ropes and drops a leg down across Kain's throat. Rage then covers Kain and counts along with Jasmine...

1.....
2.....
Kain kicks out!

Simone: He's not going to put Kain away if he can't even bother hooking the leg.

Rage stares holes through Jasmine before pulling Kain up into a sitting position and he swings an arm around into his face three times. Rage then drags him up with an arm around his throat and he starts to spin around, taking Kain along with him off of his feet. Rage lets go and throws Kain to the mat.

Simone: I can not believe the sheer intensity that we're seeing between these two men!

Rage stomps over to Kain and pulls him up into a powerbomb position. Rage then heaves him up in the air, preparing to drive him down and on the way, Kain counters, grabbing him in a front facelock and he plants Rage's skull into the canvas with a DDT!

Adams: Great counter by Kain!

Simone: That came from out of nowhere! Kain is one of the most innovative competitors we have here!

Both men are lying on the mat as Jasmine begins her count!

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

Rage is the first to his feet...

8...
9...

And Kain uses the ropes to pull himself up. Rage comes in after him but Kain pulls him around against the ropes and he throws rapid fire shots to the larger man's face! Rage then pulls Kain back into the near corner and he throws fists into Kain's head and body! Rage grabs him by the arm and goes for an Irish whip but Kain reverses it! He follows Rage in quickly and hits him with a Shining Wizard knee strike to the head! Kain then grabs him in a headlock and plants him face-first with a running bulldog! Kain rolls him over and hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
Rage gets his shoulder up!

Kain pulls his opponent up and sends him into the far corner and dives in, connecting with a dropkick. Rage is bent at the waist, stunned. Kain grabs him arm and goes for an Irish whip but Rage goes for a reversal and Kain turns into it and connects with his Whirlwind Fist strike to the head! The shot sends Rage stumbling around in a circle and Kain grabs him in a waistlock from behind and lifts him up and over into a bridging German suplex!

1.....
2.....
3- No! Rage kicks out!

Adams: He almost had him! Kain almost put Rage away!

Kain slams his hand into the mat, frustrated. He then stands up and grabs Rage by the head with both hands and he headbutts the Sin of Wrath right between the eyes once ... twice ... three times. Rage is seemingly out on his feet as Kain swings wildly and connects with a roundhouse fist right to the head, knocking the larger man into the ropes -- and Rage comes off and throws a fist landing the shot right into Kain's head!

Simone: This one is taking a violent turn!

Adams: It is!? When was this match not being violent!?

Kain fights the effects off and he throws a fist and Rage answers in kind and a brutal melee erupts right in the center of the ring and the crowd goes wild!

Adams: Oh hell! Look who's coming!

The camera picks up SCW Heavyweight Champion, Goth, arriving atop the entrance stage and he begins a slow trek down towards the ring as the brawl inside of the ring continues.

Kain ducks a wild shot from Rage and grabs him in a side headlock but Rage uses his arm to grab Kain in his own side headlock! The two men stumble forward into the ropes and they topple over the top rope and collapse to the ringside floor in a heap!

Adams: I guess it was only a matter of time before this one spilled out of the ring!

The two combatants fight their way to their feet and the brawl continues! Rage pins Kain against the barrier around the ring and lands a forearm shot into his head but Kain kicks both feet up, knocking Rage off of him! This is when Goth throws the Heavyweight belt to the floor and he dives on top of his hated enemy, sparking a new fight!

Simone: Get Goth out of there! This doesn't involve him!

Adams: Try telling Goth and Kain that!

Kain and Goth fall to the floor, swinging! Rage snarls in anger and he stomps over and grabs Goth around the waist and tears him off of Kain and dumps him to the floor! Goth gets right back up and he dives at Rage, attacking him as well!

Adams: I think Goth has lost it! He's fighting everybody!

Simone: And I think things are about to get even worse!

The crowd cheers and boos as "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward himself races down the aisle! The boss jumps up onto the barricade in an incredible display of balance and leaps off, crashing into all three men but he only has eyes for Rage as he pins the big man down and attacks him with fists!

Jasmine finally has little alternative but to call for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! This match has been thrown out! It has been ruled a Double Disqualification!

The crowd boos that decision as Rage shields himself as best he can until he throws the SCW co-owner off and then rolls atop of him and returns the fists in full! Mark wraps his legs around Rage's body and throws his own shots, refusing to back down!

Simone: Come on people! This has gotten too far out of hand! Get somebody out here to stop this!

Goth rakes Kain's eyes and then grabs him by the head and bites him full on the face, causing Kain to shout out in pain! Goth grabs him by the arm and goes to throw him into the ring steps but Kain reverses it and he sends Goth crashing into -- and over -- the unforgiving steel! Kain gets a running start and uses the steps as a launching pad and he tackles Goth down to the floor!

Suddenly security is on the scene, trying to separate the four men but even their numbers can't pry them apart! The crowd then cheers as the wrestlers in the back rush out, as Christian stands atop of the stage, directing traffic! Casey Williams! Nick Jones! Max Burke! Steve Ramone! Synn! Simon Jones! Gabriel and Despayre! And more!

Simone: I can't believe what we're seeing!

Adams: I sure can! You can't get any better than what we're seeing what with High Stakes III coming!

Finally, the wrestlers and security are able to get Rage and Hot Stuff off of each other, as well as doing the same between Kain and Goth!

Simone: I think we best take a break and let things cool down here!

SCW Heavyweight Championship
GOTH © vs. KAIN

In the backstage area of the Jalousie Resort Beach, Misty is seen resting by the refreshment area. She is taking slow sips from a paper cup, clearly bothered by what had happened with Giani Di Luca earlier in the night. She sighs as she crumples the cup, turning to toss it into the trashcan, only to find Mickey Carroll standing in front of her. She holds onto her chest as she jumps, not expecting to see anyone standing there. He has a wide smile on his face as he moves in just a bit closer.

Mickey: Hey there, sweets.

Misty: Can… I help you? I’m not really in the mood right now for being snuck up on and bothered by you, Mickey…

Mickey: So humble too… I just wanted to say thank ye.

Misty shakes her head, confused. She leans against the table, staring at him for some sort of explanation that doesn’t seem to come. Mickey flashes his charming smile as he waits for her to say something.

Misty: I’m sorry… but what the hell are you talking about? Are you hitting the bar up for absinthe or something?

Mickey: Ye know exactly what I’m talking about, lass… Perhaps I should put me lips against yers to jog yer memory…

Before Misty can protest, Mickey presses his lips against hers, catching her totally by surprise. She protests through her enclosed mouth, her eyes widening as she pushes Mickey away. Mickey looks a bit confused as he scratches his head.

Misty: Mickey! What the hell?!

Mickey: Odd… I am trying to track down the bird who saved me a couple weeks ago. She didn’t even give me the chance to thank her properly. I swore the only explanation for not being able to see her was because she was so pale that she blended in with the sun, and yer the palest around here… Guess that theory’s just been shat on, yeah?

Misty wipes at her lips in a bit of disgust as she bites her tongue properly. Mickey shakes his head as if to say that he knows for a fact that it wouldn’t be her.

Misty: Ugh, now I can’t get the taste of Guinness and cigarettes out of my mouth… Look, I don’t know how things work in England, but the better part of the women around aren’t going to respond well when you just walk up to them and mouth rape them… Try being a little more subtle in your approach, or you might just scare her off…

Mickey: Ye really think so? Birds like bad boys who take what they want, don’t they?

Misty shakes her head in the negative, very slowly so that he might get the point. He cocks his head to the side, seeming as if every fact he had ever known in life had just been proven wrong at once, confusion and shock clouding his brain. He lets out a “huhhh…” as he absorbs the fact.

Mickey: Thanks for the tip, Misty… I guess ye put it on defrost, because you’re not the frigid bitch ye used to be…

Misty: Uhhh… thanks?

Mickey: Any time, love… Say, how about another kiss for good luck?

Misty rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she walks off. Mickey shrugs his shoulders as he goes on his merry way.

Our cameras were cutting into the backstage area when Goth was shown walking out of his locker room. No sooner than he stepped out a hooded figure dressed in all black came out of nowhere and clubbed Goth in the back of the head knocking him to the ground.

Simone: What the hell is this?!

Goth tried to get on his feet but this hooded figure just ran up and kicked Goth right in the face making his head snap to the side. Goth went limp right away as the hooded figure took advantage of the situation and started to basically curb stomp Goth's head against the floor.

Adams: By the looks of it, Goth has pissed someone off... but who?

Simone: I bet you it's that slimey bastard Kain!

About that time the hooded figure reached down and grabbed a hold of Goth's head pulling it off the ground. He could be heard shouting out loud in Goth's face even though the champion wasn't even conscious at this point.

Hooded Figure: YOU AREN'T BETTER THAN ME!

That's when the hooded figure slammed Goth's head back down on the concrete floor and walked away like nothing had even happened. There was a close up of Goth just laying there out cold before the cameras would cut away for the time being while everyone just prayed that Goth would be alright in the end.

Justin Decent stands inside of the six-sided ring with referee Jasmine St. John, awaiting the upcoming match.

The bell rings...

Ding! Ding!

Justin: Our next contest, ladies and gentlemen, is scheduled for one fall! Allow me to introduce first, to be accompanied to the ring by Diana and Tony of the Entourage! From Los Angeles, California, weighing 251 pounds ... 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 ramp and then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as a cocky smirk comes across his face while he flexes his muscles and Diana rubs his chest. Nick gets up and takes Diana's arm before turning back toward the curtain and waiting as Tony Capicelli makes his way out.

Adams: Um... do I laugh or wet myself?

Simone: Look at that shiner on Tony! Despayre really left a mark on Nick Jones's number one Stooge!

Adams: Well Nick did try to warn him about messing with Angel!

Nick looks briefly back over his shoulder at the quickly developing black eye on Tony and seems bemused. He shakes his head and they make their way down the ramp, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans along the way. Nick walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, watching her from behind before quickly walking up behind her, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring. Nick walks across the apron and steps one leg into the ring, taking a seat onto the middle rope, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there, looking around the arena and has 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, swinging his other leg into the ring and then walking over to his corner, where Diana now sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back while Diana rubs his shoulders, as he waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.

Simone: Originally Nick was scheduled to go up against Scott King, but we all now know about Scott's knee injury.

Adams: Except for the dumbass who booked the match in the first place. He really needs to check out the results before booking these things.

Simone: Shh! Jason! He's staring at the screen right now.

Adams: So what? He can just hit backspace a few times if he doesn't like it.

Justin: And Nick Jones's opponent tonight...!

The crowd falls into a hush as they look to the entrance. Nick himself yawns and looks bored while Diana rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance. Justin just shrugs.

Simone: Well who is his opponent going to be?

The lights in the arena drop out. A green heart monitor sign appears on the screen, peaking as a thumb, the sound of a heat beating, jumping up to every beat, before flatlining, the eerie familiar one toned pitch, the word TRAUMA bouncing up in the green heart monitor line. The screen goes black as piano music plays for thirty seconds, leaving people in the ring confused. Words are sung.

Jesus is my co-pilot
Or that's just what they
But it's not the savior
Who guides me every day

The soul that's deep inside of me
Once so clean and pure
Now a festering sore
A pain I can't endure

Tick tick tock
It's only a matter of time
And when that stranger arrives.

Fozzy's Dark Passenger blasts over the speakers as a woman, Nightmare walks out from the back, her face covered by a dark veil looking at the ring.

Adams: Uhhh OHHH!!

She raises her hand and a man in a white suit, Fantasy, walks from the back, looking at the woman, shaking his head, pleading with his eyes. The woman puts her hand on his cheek and steps back as two men pull a cage from the back, the huge man, known as Trauma, stands inside. His wrists in chains.

Simone: Look at the look on the faces of the three inside of the ring!

Adams: I don't think Nick is too happy with the substitution!

Simone: Well who the hell would be!?

Trauma has long hair, tied back, running all the way down his back. On his face, a beard, tied down with gold bands, turning it in to a long thin goatee. His eyes darkened by black paint, with a scar above and below his left eye. On the mans upper body, blue strips cut across his naked upper body. His clothes are tattered, brown pants, and his arms tapped all the way up in brown leather. An emotionless look covers his face as people look stunned. The man in the white suit pleads with the woman, who ignores him, motioning for the two men to drag the cage towards the ring. The man in the white suit puts his hands on his head, as the cage is dragged towards the ring, the woman leading the way. The cage stops outside the ring and the woman moves towards the bars, reaching through to the big man, her hands gripping the chains. The chains drop to the floor as the emotionless man moves towards the bar, the woman putting her hand under his chin, whispering in to his ear. The man's eyes flash red with fury as he starts to violently shake the cage, yelling and screaming. The woman opens the cage and the man charges out as she points to the ring. He grabs the top rope, pulling himself on to the ring apron and over the top rope.

Adams: And Trauma just cleared the ring!

Indeed, as Diana, Tony and Nick each quickly leave the ring at the arrival of this enigmatic psychopath! Nick is pointing back in the ring, shouting at both Tony and Diana!

Simone: Well if Nick was in a bad mood before, it definitely just got worse!

Nick storms around the ring to where the announcers are seated and starts yelling at them in turn!

Adams: Ease up! We didn't book this!

Fuming, Nick backs up and Trauma reaches right over the top rope and grabs him by the hair! Diana shrieks and Nick looks surprised as the monster drags him up onto the apron and dumps him backwards over the top rope and into the ring! Jasmine calls for the bell immediately!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Trauma grabs the former two-time Heavyweight Champion and flings him effortlessly into the near corner and he starts waylaying on him with lefts and rights, paying no mind to playing by the rules and just unleashing Nightmare's demand that he inflict pain! Nick brings up his arms, trying to shield himself as Jasmine attempts to intervene but Trauma is relentless! He grabs Nick roughly with a handful of hair in one hand and he swings wide open with his other arm and nearly decapitates Jones with a short-arm clothesline!

Adams: Good god! How the hell is Nick supposed to counter someone like that!?

Trauma drops down to his knees and wraps both huge hands around Nick's throat, choking the life out of him as Diana screams into the ring, as does Tony! On the opposite side of the ring, Nightmare looks quite pleased and Fantasy looks the exact opposite! Trauma refuses to break on Nick as he continues to choke him but Nick, ever the cagey veteran and cheap shot artist, reverts to old reliable, jamming a thumb into the larger man's eyes!

Simone: I guess there's no better counter than that.

Trauma grabs his eyes and stumbles back, squealing like a mad child as Fantasy scrambles up onto the ring apron to tend to him. Trauma hangs his head low and seems to be almost pouting like a toddler while Nick recovers.

Adams: I don't get this maniac! He fights like a savage but now he's behaving like a child that just got wronged.

Nightmare climbs up beside Fantasy and she nudges her cohort aside roughly and she screams at the mad man and he suddenly gets a frightening glower on his face! he turns around, ready to renew his attack but Nick catches him completely off guard with a jumping Hangman's neckbreaker! Nick dives down on him and hooks the leg!

1.....
Trauma powers him off!

Adams: Good God!

Nick looks around, shocked at what just happened! He watches as Trauma gets back to his feet. Nick runs off the ropes and Trauma swings wildly but Nick floats over for a DDT, but Trauma catches him and powers him off, heaving him back across the ring! Nick staggers up and Trauma lets out a bellowing roar of madness and charges like a wild beast but Nick jumps over him for an attempted sunset flip... but Trauma holds on and just drops down, sitting his near 300 plus pounds right onto Nick's chest! The crowd moans in mock awe and sympathy!

1.....
2.....
Nick kicks out!

Trauma grabs him and starts to peel him up off of the canvas but Nick shows his technical expertise by turning inside of the attempt and taking Trauma down into a Crippler Crossface! Nightmare screams into the ring... and Nick begins screaming as well!

Adams: Trauma's biting him!

The hold is forcibly released as Trauma chomps down on Nick's forearm savagely! Nick struggles to his feet, still hollering as Trauma has his teeth locked around Nick's arm, biting down hard! Jasmine intervenes and shouts for the break but the monster doesn't respond!

Simone: I don't think he understands Jasmine!

Adams: I think Nick is going to need a rabies shot!

Nightmare again climbs onto the apron, shouting at Jasmine to get away from her meal ticket! Jasmine storms over and orders her down and the two women start shouting at one another! This distraction proves costly as Trauma releases his locked jaw and he goes to throw Nick into the ropes but Nick reverses it! As Trauma hits the ropes, Tony swings a steel folding chair right into the monster's wide back!

Simone: I hate to say it but that's one way to counter a beast like this!

Trauma staggers forward a step, then turns around and he starts to go after Tony on the outside when Nick quickly rolls him up in a schoolboy cradle from behind! Jasmine turns around and sees the pin!

1.....
Nick grabs a handful of Trauma's pants for good measure!
2.....
Nick places both feet on the ropes as well!
3!

The bell sounds!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner... Nick Jones!

Nick has his arm raised but Nightmare is enraged, and thus so is Trauma! The big man attacks Nick from behind as Nightmare claps, all smiles at the carnage! Tony starts to climb inside, to come to the rescue, but Trauma barrels right into him, sending him off of the ring apron and to the floor harshly! Trauma storms past Jasmine and grabs Nick, lifting him up off of his feet. he holds him up, as if going for an atomic drop, but instead gets a running start and he plows Nick's knee right into the corner!

Adams: Oh my god! That maniac just planted Nick's knee right into that top turnbuckle!

Simone: It might have padding, but that is still a steel cable beneath it!

Nick yells in pain as Trauma drops him and Nick clutches at his knee! Before any more damage can be done, Fantasy climbs in the ring, looking at the carnage, nervously with his hand on his head. He looks at the big man, moving towards him, putting his hand on his shoulder. Trauma puts his head down, listening to Fantasy. The anger drops Trauma's face, a calm, emotionless look on his face. Fantasy points to the cage and Trauma nods, walking towards the ropes and stepping over, dropping from the ring and calmly steps in to the cage once more.

Adams: This man puts the Looney in Looney Tunes!

Simone: I never thought we'd see the day where someone would arrive on the scene that makes Despayre look normal!

The cage is returned to the backstage area as all attention is again on Nick inside of the ring.

Simone: I think we're going to need some help out here.

Nick goes to get back up to his feet, but just as he reaches a vertical base, his right knee seems to give out from under him, as he goes tumbling back down to the mat in a heap.

Simone: It looks like that leg injury could potentially be something serious.

Upon seeing the state of his fallen boss, Tony quickly slides right into the ring and goes over to Nick. Tony bends down and grabs Nick by the arm and goes to help him up, but before he can even get halfway to his feet, Nick's leg gives out again, and as Nick drops down to one knee, he shoves Tony back before dropping back down to the mat and clutching his knee in pain. Tony goes to move in again, but before he can do anything, Nick waves him back once again. Tony stands there for a moment, unsure of what to do before finally turning towards the referee and saying something. Jasmine quickly signals towards the back and after a little time passes, the curtain to the back opens and out comes SCW Nurse Zoey Carptener, which draws cheers from the crowd but a look of shock and disgust on the face of Nick's girlfriend Diana, who is still standing at ringside.

Adams: Oh boy, this one could get very interesting.

Zoey seems to be all business, as she head straight down the ring and doesn't even look in the direction of Diana, who is at ringside. Zoey quickly slides in and goes straight over to Nick, immediately starting to ask him some questions as she starts to take a look at Nick's right leg and knee. As she is taking a look at it, Diana climbs into the ring from behind Zoey, drawing a burst of boos from the crowd. Diana stands there, staring at Zoey for a second and then just as Zoey starts to run her hands up Nick's leg, clearly trying to determine the source of the issue, Diana has apparently seen enough as she comes up behind Zoey, grabs her by the hair and yanks her right off of Nick.

Adams: See? I told you!

Simone: Diana needs to get a grip. Nick is hurt for crying out loud!

Diana gets right into Zoey's face and begins to scream at her, as Zoey tries to explain the circumstances of the situation. However, as Zoey is in the middle of speaking, Diana suddenly shoves Zoey, sending her stumbling back. Zoey puts her hands up and makes it clear she's not looking for any trouble, but before she can even say or do anything, Diana moves in and slaps Zoey straight across the face, hitting her so hard that it can be heard by the entire crowd. A look of complete shock is painted across Zoey's face, when suddenly she seems to be unable to take any more and slaps Diana back right across the face! Without even a moments of hesitation, Diana then immediately charges in and tackles Zoey down to the mat. The two immediately start to flail wildly at each other, slapping each other back and forth as the crowd explodes with cheers.

Adams: Catfight!!

Simone: Who do you think you are, Jerry Lawler?

Adams: Who cares? This is great!

The two ladies go back and forth, exchanging blows as suddenly, Nick musters up all of his might and manages to push himself up to a standing base, hobbling on one leg over to where the two women are fighting and then quickly leans down and grabs Diana round the waist, pulling her right off of Zoey. Diana then puts Diana back down on her feet and backs her away from Zoey, trying to calm her down in the process, but it serves to make Diana only more angry. Zoey gets back up and as soon as she does, Diana tries to go after her, but Nick manages to keep himself between the two ladies. Zoey is quick to back off and climbs out of the ring, as Diana starts to scream at Nick for the situation. Nick eventually has had enough, as he looks completely disgusted and despite Diana still yelling at him, Nick turns his back towards her and hobbles his way out of the ring, and then eventually heads up the ramp to the back, leaving on his own.

Simone: I think we all knew this was coming sooner or later, but what was an already ugly situation just got that much worse. I'm sure this isn't the last we've seen of this and Nick cannot be to happy about that.

Adams: Yeah, but it makes for a great show, doesn't it?

Darkside from Gothminister hits as the current SCW Heavyweight champion stumbles towards the arena, completely covered in blood. His eyes are fixed upon the ring with anger on his mind.

Adams: We just witnessed an heinous attack on the champion, some of the people would head to the hospital. Not the champion, that’s for sure!!

Simone: And he has got something on his mind I can feel it!!!

Goth gets in the ring, wiping some off the blood off his face and demands a microphone before staring into the camera.

Goth: Some people think attacking is cool, some people think that harassing another mans wife is cool. Some people think that interfering in matches is giving them an edge, but some people think that making me bleed will stop me from battling them. You think you are so smart do you Kain???

Simone: Here we go!!!!

Goth: You see Kain, you made your point when you harassed my woman. Making her realise that a man that is over 200 pounds heavier than her has an edge over her. A man that is a family man, a man that knows morals and is loyal to his wife is a freaking STALKER!!!!

Adams: I have a feeling we aren’t going to be expecting a nice talk out of the champ.

Goth: But most of all Kain, you are showing your weaknesses. Attacking me from behind? Think that when I am broken down, bloodied and hurt. That I am an easy target?? Oh no my friend, I am just getting thirsty to break every part of your stinking body… and you know something Kain?? I may just go and find your own stinking S****!!!!!

Simone: Uhm, is that allowed here ???

Adams: No, but then again… would you tell him not to do that anymore???

Goth: I am going to make her scream like the b**** that she is and then…

Suddenly Goth is interrupted by a theme song that not anyone seemed to be too familiar with. That theme song just happened to be none other than "Moment Of Clarity" by Jay Z. Fans looked around confused. Same with Goth. However the confusion was soon cleared up when The Main Attraction, Kevin Carter came walking out on stage.

Simone: Is this for real? The former World Champion is in the building?!

Adams: I thought that coward took his ball and went running home?!

Simone: Clearly that isn't the case.

By this point the fans were going insane. They were cheering with all their might as Kevin just looked around with a half cocked smirk spread across his lips. Goth was standing there in the middle of the ring looking more confused than ever as Kevin called for his music to be cut. Only for him to pull a microphone out of his back pocket. This was about to get interesting.

Kevin Carter: On September 1st 2013, just two weeks after becoming the SCW Heavyweight Champion by beating five. Count em up. FIVE of the best that this place has to offer. I was forced to defend my championship in my first match as champion.

He paused for a moment shaking his head from side to side a little. It seemed to be quite the sensitive subject for him.

Kevin Carter: Now I had no problem defending the championship. What a problem with is who I had to defend it against. Up until that night Goth, you hadn't done a damn thing around here. You were pretty much nothing more than fucking afterthought. Not a single person gave two shits about you. Then SCW and their oh-so-wonderful booking put you in a title match with me. But for what? What had you done to deserve it? What made you more qualified to face me for the title over guys like Simon Jones, Jordan Williams, Nick Jones, and hell as much as I hate the guy even Drake Green. That was the question I wanted answers too.

He was standing up there on the stage pacing around a little bit. As the fans were still showing some support for him as it seemed to be something they too believed in and backed him up on.

Kevin Carter: Answers I never got and I went on with the match. I thought it was an easy win. All these people thought it was an easy win. I'm sure everyone watching at home thought it was an easy win. Maybe, just maybe I let my ego get in the way and that's what cost me. OR maybe it's what I've been saying all along. Someone in THIS company doesn't want me as champion. It's either Mark Ward or Christian Underwood, because what happened three weeks ago was bullshit. It was a screw job and every fucking person in the world knows it. I got robbed of what I had busted my ass off to obtain in the first goddamn place.

There was a loud pop coming from the crowd.

Kevin Carter: Despite having so many people in the back saying I didn't have the "IT" factor. Despite some of the idiots sitting in the crowd. Despite my own fiancee not having faith in me. I overcame the odds. I became champion and then just like that it was all taken from me because someone didn't want me as champion. You were handed a win over me. You were handed that SCW Heavyweight Championship and deep down inside you spineless bastard. You know it's true!

Kevin pointed at Goth while glaring a hole right through him. Goth was glaring right back at Kevin while shaking his head some as if he was showing that he completely disagreed with the Main Attraction's accusations.

Kevin Carter: Sure, I acted out. I let it be known I wasn't going to stand for a company screwing me and shitting all over my hard work for some bitch in his mother's make up. i walked out. I said I retired. I didn't handle things the most 'professional' way in the world, but I think I had a right. Then like always cooler heads prevail and I started to think about it. I realized that me walking out was giving too many people in this company exactly what they wanted. It was giving too many people in this company the win over me. It was giving too many people credit and giving them bragging rights to say they ran me out of this company. That's not how I wanted to be remembered and that's not how I wanted it go down.

Again he was shown shaking his head while pacing on the ramp a little. Then that's when he stopped and looked right back up at Goth. This was going to be the most important part of what came out of his mouth.

Kevin Carter: So, here I am and just in case you can't put two and two together Goth. It wasn't Kain that attacked you. No, no, no. It was ME that attacked you and I did it because I wanted to send you a message. That message is simply this. I want back MY championship and next week on Climax Control. In a tables... ladders... and chairs match. I'm going to take it back. No ifs, no ands, and no buts about it. Nothing, no one, and not even the biggest conspiracy in the world can stop me. By this time next week I am going to be standing in the middle of that ring a two time SCW Heavyweight Champion. Then and only then will everything be right with the world once again!

No sooner than he let those words finish coming out of his mouth. There was an insanely loud pop coming from the crowd. That was going to be a match that every single one of them wanted to see. Goth stood there in the middle of the ring looking quite shocked by those words while Kevin just stood there smirking from ear to ear.

Adams: He can't do that! He can't just make matches!

Simone: Technically in this case he can. Kevin has a guaranteed rematch and that rematch can be under any rules he wants it to be under.

Adams: I don't agree with that! He walked out and shouldn't even be allowed to get his rematch.

Simone: Sadly for you, your opinion doesn't matter.

With that being said the theme song began to play again while Kevin stood there on the stage motioning around his waist that the belt was coming home with him soon enough. Goth stood there shaking his head no before taking the title off his shoulder and holding it high into the air as the two men had a brief stare off just as the cameras were cutting somewhere else for the time being.

SCW Bombshell Championship
ROXI JOHNSON © vs. GOTHIKA

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the SCW Roulette Championship.

Crowd: POP!

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger…

“Live it Up” by Airborne hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone. As soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp.

Justin: Weighing in at an even 200 pounds, he is New York’s own…”The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!

Once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve’s opponent.

Justin: And his opponent…

The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The soft opening guitars of Limp Bizkit's 'Behind Blue Eyes' begin to ring out as 'Pro Wrestling's Pedigree' and SCW Roulette Champion Max Burke steps out on to the stage with Ruby a few fight behind him. Standing clad in black tights with 'BURKE" written across the back and tall black shiny boots and kneepads, he raises his arms in the air with an angry look on his face. He wears his leather jacket with a hood covering his head and his SCW Roulette title is fastened firmly around his waist. He lets out a small smile as the crowd boos and then he and Ruby start to slowly walk down the ramp as the lyrics kick in.

Justin: Weighing in at 220 pounds, making his way to SCW from Dorchester, New Brunswick, Canada. He is the reigning Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion. He is “Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree” Max Burke!

The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks passed them. He turns to them and raises his hand in a threatening backhand manner and then chuckles to himself when a few of the fans jump back in fear. He walks up the steel steps and stops for a moment, staring straight up at the sky. He lifts his arm and points to the sky, his ode to his Uncle Ben, and then very quietly slips into the ring between the top and second rope.

"But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free"

Justin: In accordance with SCW Roulette division rules, I will now spin the roulette wheel to determine tonight’s stipulation.

Justin spins the wheel as both Max and Steve pay close attention to where it lands. It slows down, clicks a few times, and finally stops.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight in St. Lucia, the SCW Roulette Championship will be defended…..in a Kendo Stick Match!

Adams: A kendo stick match? What’s a kendo stick match.

Simone: That’s when each competitor gets a kendo stick or Singapore cane at the beginning of the match.

Adams: And?

Simone: And that’s it.

Adams: Do they have to hit their opponent in a certain way to win?

Simone: No.

Adams: Do they have to use it at all to win?

Simone: No normal pinfall and submission rules are in effect.

Adams: So in reality, these Kendo sticks are there solely for them to beat the hell out of each other with?

Simone: Amazing isn’t it? I can’t wait!

Adams: Dear lord…

DING! DING! DING!

Steve and Max circle the ring, each holding their Kendo stick, keeping their eye on each other. Max goes in for a swing but Ramone side steps him and whacks him across the back. Max writhes in pain as he quickly tries to turn around and back away before getting struck again.

Adams: Looks like ‘The Fearless One’ has a bit of a step on Max Burke.

The two circle again and once again, Max goes in for a strike and Ramone side steps him again, this time swing the kendo stick hard into the gut. Burke drops down to one knee and Ramone stays on the attack, slamming the kendo stick across the back Burke’s head. Max drops down to the mat and Ramone drops his kendo stick and goes for a cover.

Simone: This one could be over in a hurry.

Adams: Jacob Summers down for the count…

One! Two!

Adams: Burke just got his shoulder up. We almost had a new champion!

Ramone grabs the kendo stick and goes to town on Burke, swinging away. Max frantically rolls over to the ropes and down to ringside to escape the onslaught from Steve Ramone. He paces back and forth on the outside as he tries to regain his composure. Inside the ring, Ramone shadows his every move. Every time Burke tries to get back up in to the ring, Ramone is there waiting with a kendo stick.

Adams: Ramone is really being aggressive.

Simone: Not what you’d expect from a pretty boy like Steve Ramone but I’m pleasantly surprised. Kick his ass!

After a few more moments of the cat and mouse game, Ramone finally lets Burke back up in to the ring. As soon as he gets in, Ramone charges at him. Still standing by the ropes, Burke leans forward and throws Ramone over the top rope with a back body drop. A small mile covers Burke’s face as he is obviously pleased with himself but what he doesn’t know is that Ramone had caught himself and stayed on the ring apron. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and launches in the air.

Simone: Look out!

Burke turns around just in time to get smacked in the mouth with a flying missile drop kick from Steve Ramone. Steve goes for the cover again and Summers drops for the count..

One! Two!

Adams: Again another near fall from the challenger.

Ramone goes to pull Burke up off of the mat but Max punches him hard in the gut and then swings his arm upward and connects with a hard European uppercut. He grabs Ramone and quickly throws him over his head with a Capture Suplex. As Ramone arches his back in pain, Burke picks up a kendo stick and snaps it in half over his knee.

Adams: What’s he gonna do now?

He drops one half of the broken kendo stick and holds on to the other. He runs over and kicks Ramone in the stomach before picking him up and stretching him out in an abdominal stretch. As he locks in and tightens the hold, Max starts to whip the broken half piece of kendo stick and smacks Ramone hard in the side and the stomach over and over again.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

After a few moments, Jacob Summers forces Max to break the hold. He pushes off of Ramone and then runs in and hits him hard with a boot to the face, knocking him down to the mat. Burke immediately drops to the mat and begins to choke Ramone with the broken half piece of kendo stick. Summers moves in and counts.

One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-

Burke breaks his hold at the last possible second. He grabs Ramone by his long hair and starts to drop a few hard shots on his face before standing up and taunting the crowd.

Burke: Born to win baby!

Crowd: Boo!

Max turns around and picks Steve up by his hair. He goes to whip him in to the ropes but Ramone reverses and sends him running. As Burke runs in to the ropes, Ramone meets him right there with a hard clothesline that sends Max toppling over the top rope and down to ringside. Burke lays down at ringside and Ramone looks to seize his opportunity. He climbs up to the top rope and perches up there for a moment.

Adams: What is he doing?

Simone: He’s not gonna…

Just then, Steve launches up in the air into a shooting star press. He crashes down on to the Burke and both men are in pain.

Simone: Oh my god! Did you see that?

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Adams: That was insane. I’m pretty sure he hurt himself more than he hurt Max Burke! Now I know why they call him “The Fearless One”.

After a few moments both men start to get up. As they get to their feet they start to trade punches back and forth. Still wobbly from his launch, Ramone goes for a big haymaker and misses. Burke hits a hard European uppercut that sends Ramone back a few feet. He then grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face first in to the ring apron. He grabs his head again and this time slams him so hard, face first, in to the ring post that he bounces off and down to the floor as his head splits wide open.

Adams: Oh my god! What a vicious streak being demonstrated by Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree, Max Burke.

Simone: What a match this has turned out to be.

Max grabs Steve’s near lifeless body and throws him back in to the ring. He taunts the crowd again and then climbs to the top rope.

Adams: What’s he gonna do now?

Max launches off and drives an elbow straight in to the heart of Steve Ramone. He goes for the pin and Summers drops to count.

One! Two! Thr-

Adams: No!

Crowd: POP!

Simone: I can’t believe he still has the fight in him.

Adams: Hey…he’s fearless. Didn’t you know?

An angry Max Burke turns to Jacob Summers and slaps his hands together three times, showing his displeasure the speed of Summers’ count. He picks up a kendo stick and wraps it around Ramone’s neck and pulls back hard, choking the breath out of his lungs. Summers starts his count…

One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-

Once again, Max takes the count all the way to the end. He stands up and begins to repeatedly hit Ramone with the kendo stick.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Ramone whips around in pain and Burke continually hits him over and over and over again. After a few moments, as if he gets bored, he throws the kendo stick down. He runs his thumb across his neck, signaling the end for Steve Ramone.

Adams: This could be it.

Simone: He’s calling for the MAXimum Overdive!

He peels Steve Ramone up off of the mat and gets him set for his snapmare driver finish. As he goes to pull down, Ramone resists and breaks the hold and pushes Burke into the ropes. He bounces off and…

Adams: FEARLESS SHOT! This should be over.

Ramone exerts so much of his energy to hit his signature superkick that even though Burke is laid out cold in the center of the ring, Ramone is too out of it to capitalize.

Simone: What’s he doing?! He can end this right now!

After a couple moments, Ramone begins to pick himself up with the ropes. Bleeding profusely from his forehead, the crowd cheers as he gets to his feet. He calls out to the crowd…

Ramone: WHAT’S FEAR?!

Adams: This is it!

He slowly climbs up to the top rope and stands himself up. He stands there for a moment, looking down on Burke, and then launches in the air.

Adams: The What Fear Corkscrew!

Ramone twists and turns in the air and just before he lands, Burke sits up and grabs a kendo stick.

CRRRAAAAACCCCKKKK!!!

He nails Ramone as he comes down right across the face.

Adams: Oh my god! I think he’s dead!

Simone: Burke goes for the cover!

One! Two!

Crowd: NO!

Simone: He did it! Burke retained!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner and STILL SCW Roulette Champion….Max Burke!

Simone: What a hard fought brutal match up between these two young stars.

Adams: Indeed it was.

Max stands up on the turnbuckle raising his title as the crowd boos. Just then, as Max is about to step down, the boos turn to cheers. He turns around ands he’s met with hard right hand from Mr. Showtime Drake Green.

Adams: It’s Drake Green! It’s payback time!

Simone: He can’t do that!

Adams: Oh so now it’s not legal…

Drake picks up a kendo stick and whacks Burke a few times and Max drops to his knees. Drake grabs his Roulette title belt and lays it out in the center of the ring. He grabs Burke, underhooks his arms, and implants right down on to the title belt.

Adams: Show’s Over! Show’s Over right on to Burke’s title belt.

Drake’s music hits as he slides out of the ring walks up the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as he does.

SCW Tag Team Championship
GIANI DI LUCA and JAMES HUNTINGTON-HAWKES III © vs. SINFUL OBSESSION

The scene opens up backstage, where Nick Jones is seen hobbling down the hallway, his right leg still clearly bothering him, as his girlfriend Diana is very close behind, calling after him the entire time, without Nick acknowledging her at all.

Diana: Will you just stop and listen to me for a damn second!

Nick suddenly comes to a complete stop and Diana, who was chasing after Nick, nearly collides straight into him in the process. Nick then turns around and glares at Diana.

Diana: Finally! Now all I'm trying to say is...

Nick: I really don't give a crap what you're trying to say. I didn't stop to listen to you, I stopped to tell you to leave me the hell alone!

With that, Nick turns back around and starts hobbling off again, leaving Diana standing there in a bit of shock as she watches him leave, this time not persuing him in the process. Nick then turns the corner and as he does, nearly collides straight into Zoey, both coming to a quick stop just before it happens. Zoey looks a bit uneasy but gives Nick a quick smile before speaking.

Zoey: I'm sorry about all of that before, I really shouldn't have reacted that way. But listen, forgetting about all of that for a second, I think you really should let me take a look at that knee. It's obviously still bothering you quite a bit.

Nick, still quite clearly in a bad mood, is hesitant to respond at all to Zoey. He eventually lets out a deep sigh and then eventually grumbles out one comment to her, in a rather uneasy tone.

Nick: Not now.

Zoey: I can understand you being upset and frustrated, I'm just trying to do me job... that's all.

Nick: I know. I just... I can't deal with all of this, this... whatever the hell this is. I just can't right now.

Without another word, Nick walks past Zoey and continues to hobble along down the hall, leaving her behind in the process. As Nick gets closer to the locker room area, he suddenly sees the members of his entourage, Tony, Jimmy and Max, emerge from one of the rooms and start to approach him as they seem him. However, before anyone can say anything, he quickly snaps at them all.

Nick: NOT A DAMN WORD!

Nick pushes on past all of them, and as he comes into the next area, he is going through the SCW interview set where suddenly he is cut off by SCW Head Reporter Pussy Willow. As she steps in front of Nick, forcing him to stop, she immediately starts to speak.

PW: Nick, if you could give me just one minute, I would really like to talk to you about what happened out there earlier tonight.

Nick: I don't want to talk to anyone about this, but sure as hell not your stupid obnoxious ass, got it?

PW: Well if you could just...

Nick, with an angry look in his eyes, moves straight in at Pussy, causing her to stumble back in fear until finally she is backed up against a wall. Nick gets right up into her face, with a look of rage in his eyes and speaks with a very dark tone.

Nick: What the hell did you not understand about that, huh?!? I don't have time for any of this shit, and I'm certainly not going to deal with it from you. You never friggin' learn, do you? None of us can be bothered wasting our time with some dumb whore with a microphone, and maybe it's about time you learn that the hard way, huh?

Nick knocks the microphone from out of Pussy's hand and seems as he's considering doing more as he leans in even closer, but suddenly stops as there is a voice heard coming in from off camera.

Voice: I think you better back off, buddy.

Nick turns around to see the familiar face of his former ally and stabelmate, Tom Dudely, standing there.

Nick: I think you need to mind your own damn business, Tom. There's a reason you were always the second rate nobody in our group, so how about you just shut the hell up and accept your role, huh?

Nick shoves Tom, sending him stumbling back a little bit, before he turns his attention back to Pussy. Nick then grabs Pussy by the hair and pulls her in closely, but before he can do anything more, Tom suddenly charges in from behind of Nick, and pulls him off of her, spinning him around and drilling Nick in the face with a stiff right hand, that sends Nick stumbling back. Nick wildly swings a punch at Tom, but Tom ducks it and then charges straight into Nick, tackling him to the ground. As both men fall to the ground, they immediately start exchanging a flury of right hands. They eventually fight their way back to their feet when suddenly Tom takes Nick by the back of the head and sends him face first right into the SCW interview set, sending Nick straight through the set and having it all crumbling down around him, as pieces of it come crashing down onto Nick as well, leaving him laid out on the ground in a pile of rubble and not even moving at all. Tom stares down at Nick a moment, before looking over to a completely stunned Pussy Willow, who then runs right over to Tom.

PW: Oh my God, Tom, thank you so much, I have no idea what he would have done if not for you!

Tom simply smiles and nods at Pussy, before turning and walking away as the scene cuts away.

The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from “Burning Down The House” by the Used. The small crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as “Mr. Showtime” Drake Green steps out on to the stage. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the packed beach to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: St. Lucia say hello to your savior, Drake Green!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long white wrestling tights with three red nautical stars on each leg and white boots which have white kick-pads on the front which have the “Male” symbol on them in red. He is wearing red wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his “Male Symbol” logo on the front and “Man Of The People” written on the back. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies?#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house

Adams: Green certainly has to be excited to be getting back in the ring tonight. It’s been three weeks since he’s last been in action here on Climax Control.

Simone: Well he certainly made waves earlier tonight when he took it to Max Burke.

Adams: I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Burke comes back to say hello to Mr. Showtime before the night is over.

Justin: Introducing first, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Chicago’s own, he is The Man of the People…“Mr. Showtime”.. Drake Green!.

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way to the steel steps. He walks up and slides in between top and middle rope. He walks over to the corner and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone. .

Drake: Helloooo St. Lucia!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event make and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of St, Lucia, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IT IS?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd. He hands the microphone to Justin and his shirt to the referee before tugging the rope a few times waiting for his opponent to be introduced.

Justin: And his opponent….

All of the sudden the arena lights began to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening guitar rifs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers. Instantly there was a reaction from the fans in attendance and for the most part it was mostly positive with a few boos in the mix. Moments later Damien Kingston stepped out onto the stage with a halfcocked smirk looking out at the fans.

Justin: Introducing to you at this time from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 238 pounds and is known as the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!"

By now Damien had started making his way down the ramp. At the very bottom of it he stopped and looked around at the fans there in attendance once again. That smirk of his seemed to grow just a little bit as he nodded his head seemingly okay with the reaction he was getting from them. That's when he took a couple steps forward and pulled himself up onto the ring apron. He stepped through the ring ropes and quickly climbed the turnbuckle to the second rope.

Simone: Its Main Event time and it’s bound to be a good one.

Adams: Drake was originally going to face Kevin Carter but Carter pulled out for an unspecified reason so instead we get this match!

He threw his hands up into the air and shouted at the top of his lungs getting the crowd behind him a little more. A few seconds later he got down and walked to the opposite corner leaning against it waiting for his opponent to make their way out next with his music slowly fading out, Drew Patton gets in between the two men and starts instructing them on the rules of the match, once they nod to confirm that they know the rules Drew signals for the bell and no sooner than the bell has rung do the two men start brawling.

Simone: And here we go!

Adams: Match has barely begun and Drew’s already lost control!

Drew quickly tries to regain control of the match but it’s an unenviable task as the two men duke it out, Drake eventually ducks under a right hand by Damien and counters another right hand attempt with a Belly to Back Suplex! Drake goes for the first cover of the match

1…..
2…..

Simone: The Man of the People is currently showing why he earned that moniker.

Adams: And if this keeps up Damien will lose the match.

Drew asks Damien if he wants to quit and Damien vehemently refuses, he manages to get close to the ropes but Drake drags him back to the center of the ring, however Damien takes advantage of this and surprises Drake with a roll-up

Simone: Damien almost stole a win there.

Adams: But Drake won’t be beaten that easily.

Both men get back to their feet and Damien charges in going for a Yakuza Kick, Drake sees it coming however and ducks under the Yakuza Kick before going for another Belly to Back Suplex, Damien sees it coming and lands on his feet before hitting another Yakuza Kick!

Adams: Drake went for the same move to many times and it cost him.

Simone: And now Damien’s in control.

Damien smirks as he soaks in the boos before going for a cocky cover on Drake

Simone: Neither man has the advantage at the moment.

Adams: Give it a few minutes and that’ll change!

Drake and Damien start brawling with each other again with neither man having an obvious advantage over the other and Drew tries desperately to regain control of the match, Drew gets to close though as he is caught with a wild right hand by Damien sending him down for the count.

Simone: And now Drew’s out.

Adams: This won’t be good for the competitors!

Damien quickly realizes what he’s done but doesn’t get a chance to try to revive Drew as Drake spins him around and hits the Showstopper!

Simone: Showstopper! And here’s a cover!

Adams: But Drew’s out!

Drake realizes that Drew can’t count because he’s out cold and tries to wake him up, however a huge bang is heard somewhere in the distance.

Adams: What the hell was that?

Drake turns around, looking around, but Kingston is back on his feet, looking at Drake.