Climax Control

The camera opens just outside of the Las Vegas haunted attraction, Blood Village, where an elaborate stage had been set up. The voice over of ring announcer, Justin Decent, kicks things off...

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The Mistress of the Dark ... ELVIRA!

The crowd roars in approval...

The crowd stands and cheers for the opening ceremony of the SCW's traditional Halloween edition of Climax Control, performed as only Elvira can perform!

Simone: Hello and welcome to our Halloween edition of Climax Control. I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I need a new laptop, but you can call me Jason Adams

Simone: Five big theme matches will be on the air tonight, each with their own theme and we kick things off with a man who is Halloween himself!

Adams: Oh God no.

Simone: Yes Jason, Brother Grimm is in action tonight, as he take on Shane Spencer

Adams: I might hide during that one.

Simone: Another from our Halloween collection, Necra Octavian Kane, is in action tonight, as the Goddess Of The Dead takes on our heavy metal bombshell, Jessie Salco

Adams: Jessie has a tough task on her hands.

Simone: The Flying Jetts are in an SCW ring tonight, as they go up against the debuting Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin and Steve Ramone

Adams: The winners could put themselves in line for a shot at our tag champs.

Simone: Speaking of being put in line for a title shot. Four men will battle it out to becoming number one contender to the SCW heavyweight championship. Kain, Giani Di Luca, Nick Jones and Simon Jones will fight for the right to earn a shot at Drake Green's heavyweight title.

Adams: I don't know who to put my money on for that one.

Simone: No one does. In tonight's main event new Bombshell tag team champions are in action, but the challenge is great, as Misty and Vixen take on brand new Bombshell champion, Gothika, and brand new Bombshell roulette champion, Mercedes Vargas.

Adams: So, let me get this straight. We have The Bogeyman in match one?

Simone: Yes.

Adams: We have the Goddess Of The Dead in match two?

Simone: Right

Adams: And in the main event, we have a vampire and Misty, who just screams pale faced zombie.

Simone: Correct

Adams: And this is the Halloween show?

Simone: Uh uh.

Adams: Clever booking SCW, clever booking. Let's get this one start, Trick or Treat SCW fans? Trick or Treat?




Simone: We are kicking off tonight’s frightening festivities with a match that was scheduled for High Stakes III but postponed until now where Brother Grimm takes on Shane Spencer in a Horror Maze match.

Adams: Basically it’s a match that takes place inside the Horror Maze and the only way to win is by escaping the maze! Let’s go to Justin for the intro….

Simone: Actually they are already going at it!

The camera then cuts to the Horror Maze where we see Brother Grimm duking it out with Shane Spencer whilst Drew Patton tries to regain control.

Brother Grimm takes control with a low blow and starts making his way through the maze in search for an exit.

Adams: Do you know where the maze exit is?

Simone: It’s not on the map I brought!

Brother Grimm eventually comes to a dead end in the maze and stops trying to retrace his steps, Drew eventually catches up with him but he’s not alone as Shane Spencer proceeds to spear him through the dead end and into another part of the maze!

Simone: That’s one way to get around a dead end!

Adams: The organizers aren’t going to be happy with Mark by night’s end!

Shane instinctively goes for a cover but quickly breaks it up remembering the rules of the match instead he starts firing some punches at Brother Grimm’s face before standing up and making his way through the maze in clear search of the exit, he too comes to a dead end and turns around…..right into a chokehold from Brother Grimm!

Simone: Chokeslam by Brother Grimm!

Adams: That’s a 265lbs man and Brother Grimm just lifted him up like he was nothing!

Grimm grabs some of the remains of the destroyed dead end and piles them on top of Shane in an effort to slow him down before making his way through the maze again, he is able to find the exit this time and grins as he makes his way towards it…..only to be spun around by Shane!

Simone: He’s going for the Spencer Screwdriver!

Adams: …..that isn’t his signature sex position, right?

Simone: NO! It’s his finisher….though given how his career has gone in SCW I don’t blame you for not knowing that!

Adams: Well whatever it is Grimm just fought out of it!

Simone: Grimm Reality!

Grimm spits on Shane’s prone form before escaping the maze as Drew signals for the bell.

Justin: Here’s your winner via escaping the maze, Brother Grimm!

Simone: What a way to kick things off!

Adams: I’d hate to be Mark Ward’s accountant right now!

Brother Grimm leaves the area as Shane slowly gets to his feet, looking around.

Male voice: You shouldn't be out here

Second Male voice: Wrong place to be buddy.

Suddenly 3 figures dressed in druid clothing that completely conceals their identity appear out from the maze and surround Shane Spencer

Spencer: Umm, what the? Who are you guys?

First Male: We are the Saviors, tonight, we save you from yourself.

Without warning, the biggest member of the group who was standing behind Spencer smashes him from behind with a double ax handle as the leader of the group comes closer*

Leader: You see, we heard Sin City Wrestling was in dire need of a change, the winds of change shifted in our favor recently, so we figured we would make our presence known. Why not tonight? When All Hallows Eve is nigh?

Spencer staggers to his feet rubbing the spot between his shoulder blades where he was attacked

Spencer: I...

Leader: Silence!! You are here to deliver a message for us. Simply tell them......

All three of them attack Spencer with punches and kicks sending him tumbling to the ground. He tries to get up but they continue to beat him down. The largest druid picks up Spencer by the back of his neck. Spencer is barely able to stand when the leader lets out a demonic laugh and then without warning, he hits a devastating neckbreaker onto Shane Spencer out on the hard ground.

Leader: The message is......WE'RE COMING!

The three druids pick up Spencer once again and the leader once again hits another devastating neckbreaker, the scene fades to black as the three men surround Spencer on the ground




Simone: What a Supercard we had, we had titles change hands. A new champion crowned and two men that went to war for that King of Kings title as Kain won in the end.

Adams: Neither men wanted to give in each other, neither men wanted to lose. But in the end, Goth had to bow down.....

Adams got interrupted by Darkside from that same man called Goth, as the man with his woman walks out to the arena. A lot of fans boo him, but also a majority applaud the man as he and Kain went to war. They are showing him their respect as Goth acknowledges their respect with shaking their hands and even showing a painful smile on his face.

Adams: Wow, I didnt expected Goth to be here this show. He wasnt medically cleared to compete this week, but shows you his heart for this sport to show up nonetheless.

Simone: Knowing Goth, I am sure he has some stuff to address. So another Goth vs. Kain match perhaps???

Goth slowly gets in the ring, his robe falls open as he entered the ring. Showing bandages around his ribs as he stares at the fans and applauds them before addressing them.

Goth: I went through a war at the PPV, believing that I would have been the better man. I am a competitor, that only wants to bet he best. And until someone proves me wrong, I am still the best. Well at the PPV, Kain proved me wrong.

The crowd silences, they didnt expected this from Goth, but after a while they start to applaud Goth as a huge group starts to do a chant.

YOU STILL GOT IT!!
YOU STILL GOT IT!!
YOU STILL GOT IT!!
YOU STILL GOT IT!!
YOU STILL GOT IT!!
YOU STILL GOT IT!!

Goth puts his arm in the air, respecting their chants as he nods to them and says thank you.

Goth: Now I know there has been rumours going around that I was planning to retire, well to those idiots i say not a chance in hell. You see, I am a man that tells the world that I am the best, until proven wrong. Kain proved me wrong and I am a man that keeps to his end of the bargain....

Goth suddenly bends forward and does a bow as signifying that the loser has to bow down to the winner.

Goth: You saw that Kain? Good luck to you in that match you are in, to challenge the world champion. And that is what I want to address right now!! I may not be medically cleared to wrestle, but I will be in a whiile. And I still have my rematch clause for that belt. I am challenging the man that will ultimately be champion after the socalled number one contender faced him. Because that belt belongs to ME!!!

some of the fans are starting to use a huge cheer for the Gothic One.

Goth: Oh yeah, I am not done yet by a loooooooooooooooooong shot!! Now I know that Carter is no longer a champion. I understand that people dont think that after losign to Kain I deserve anything. But to those people I say, prove me wrong. I am the first ever Triple Crown Winner, none of the others ever did that... I deserve a championship shot and I want it when I am ready!!!

With that Goth drops the microphone and is heading to the back




Backstage, the co-owners of Sin City Wrestling, Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, are seen standing on opposite sides of Elvira herself. The two men are clearly engaging in a bitter debate.

Christian: You are NOT going to be the one to escort her around and give her the tour, Mark!

HS: Oh the bloody hell I'm not!

Christian: The bloody hell you are! I'm the one who signed her to appear since day one so if anybody is going to show her around, it's going to be me!

HS: Why you!? I think I have more to offer her than you do!

Elvira looks into the camera and winks.

Christian: I think she has the security to know that with me, she won't have to worry about someone trying to get up her skirt!

Elvira: Oh, well! In that case!

Elvira proceeds to pie face Christian out of the camera shot and then coyly takes Mark's arm and with a big grin, he escorts her away.




Simone: Right now, we'd like to turn your attention to a video we received earlier today from the current Roulette Champion, Max Burke.

We cut to the video, obviously shot on Burke's phone. We see a video screen of flight cancellations. Max turns around the phone to reveal a look of obvious annoyance.

Burke: Hate to break it to you Rex, but as much as it pains my soul... I am not in Vegas. Unfortunately, all of the flights out of Moncton have been cancelled due to heavy fog that came in overnight. So here's what we're going to do chief. If you've got the nuts, show up next week and we will do this for real. One more thing... screw you Mother Nature!




We brush across the audience, catching the various Halloween themed signs and costumes of the fans. We spot a scantily clad woman holding up a sign that says “I’m one of Spike Staggs’ exes, too. Can I get a contract?” and the audience chuckles as she showboats for the crowd. We continue to pan around, getting a good look until suddenly we are treated to the abrupt opening of “Wrecked” by Killbot. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway. A few cameras file through the curtains. Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, seeming a little different this time. He looks from side to side with an almost saddened look on his face. He looks at what seems to be each and every fan before shaking his head, facing straight forward. He slowly walks, feeling pieces of paper, cups, and various other things being wailed at him. He comes to the head of the ring and jumps onto the ring apron 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 jogs in place for a moment before leaning over near Justin Decent to retrieve a microphone. He gets it positioned by his lips as he looks around, seeing the trash rain down on him as he bows his head, silently.

Simone: What do you expect when you are SCW’s resident jackass?

Adams: I thought that was Nick Jones?

Simone: I think the fans would almost rather see Nick Jones out here than this ass hat.

Giani looks up as the trash slowly stops coming his way. He licks at his bottom lip as if trying to hold something back as he looks around at the audience once more. He takes a deep breath, wiping at his eyes in what appears to be annoyance of some kind.

Giani: Ya know what? Maybe I made a mistake comin’ out here… I had the fullest intentions of makin’ amends with a few people, but this little display is showin’ me that maybe I am right to feel the way I do about ya… Each and every one of ya losers out here tonight can get f(beep)ed!

Giani bites at his bottom lip in frustration as he drops the mic to the canvas. He kicks pieces of trash around as he heads across the ring and toward the entryway. He flings one leg over the middle rope, sliding to the apron as he looks around, hearing the boos echo in his ears. He goes to bring his other leg outside when he just stops. He shakes his head and gets back inside of the ring. He clears a path of trash on his way back over to the microphone which he violently scoops up. He brings it to his lips and looks around at the audience.

Giani: Ya know what? No… Nope, not happenin’… I let the *air quotes* fans… tell me what to do for way too long now, and where has it gotten me? Hm? How have I benefitted from playin’ the bad guy just for the sake of tryin’ to piss people off the most?

Giani pauses, looking around at the audience, staring a hole into each and every one of them as he leans against the turnbuckle, turning his back to the entryway to get everyone’s full and undivided attention.

Giani: Well, let’s think about this one… I’m still rich. None of ya can take that away from me, cause I’m a star. But, am I happy? I think we can all agree that I’m a miserable sack of shit right about now. I had the money, I have the friends, I had the fans, I had the girls… I had the gold! But all of that disappeared, and it caused me to do some soul searchin’ here…

Giani looks down at the trash covering the mat, but he doesn’t even seem to truly notice it anymore. He begins pacing back and forth, his feet kicking a lot of the trash out of the ring as he goes.

Giani: All of this boils down to you… the fans. I lost you, and then I lost it all… except the fine tail, that still chases after me, yaknowhatimsayin’ here? Hahahaha… None of ya really ever cared about me. Ya cared about the naïve kid who ran around pumpin’ his fists and downin’ liquor like it was water. Ya cared about the dumbass who followed Spike Staggs around like a sheep, wearing three meaningless letters on his chest. It was never me that ya liked, it was some persona.

Fans: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Giani stops dead in his tracks, lifting an eyebrow as he slowly looks out across the audience again. A look of anger crosses his face as he leans over the ropes, taunting someone in the front row, flicking his fingers underneath his chin and shouting “FUHGEDDABOUDIT!” at them. He comes back and gives a cocky step, twirling the mic at his side as he stomps around. He looks down to the mat again, and as he looks back up toward the camera, his face is drained of arrogance, showing regret instead.

Giani: Look… I don’t know why I came out here, or what I should say. I mean, what can I really say? I been a real douchebag around here lately, and for that… I… apologize…

Adams: WHAT?! Who abducted Giani Di Luca and replaced him with this… imposter?!

Simone: I thought maybe I missed something there, but it seems like Giani Di Luca is showing remorse… I’m not sure if I’m buying this…

Giani: I know, it sounds like I’m just blowin’ smoke up ya asses here, but let me explain… See, I been miserable for the last few months. I had this monkey on my back that just kept tellin’ me “Kid, ya ain’t worth it. Ya useless. Ya never gonna amount to anything.” I had to do what I could to prove it wrong, at all costs. When that voice in the back of my head started turnin’ to real comments from people backstage, I freakin’ lost it. I went off the deep end. I went to therapy this past week, and I came up with a plan to get my life back on track. It all starts with one thing… Comin’ out here, and makin’ amends with the fans.

Giani cautiously looks up at the audience through raised eyebrows. He appears hopeful as his saddened expression slowly changes with a meek smile upon his face, despite the fans booing.

Giani: Look, I know I can’t come out here and spout off a few simple words and expect everyone to believe me, especially after all the crap I’ve done lately. I understand if ya a little hesitant to believe me, but I gotta do this. I’m gonna have to prove to each and every one of ya’s that I am a changed man, even if it takes me the rest of my life, I will make a believer outta all of ya’s. I promise.

Simone: Jason, could you please hand me my barf bag, I think I’m about to be sick here…

Giani sets the microphone down on the nearest turnbuckle as he looks across the audience, showing off his sincerity. He slowly flings his fist up at his side, letting out a “hmph” sound. He slowly turns around as his fist pumping gets a little more energetic, going up a little bit higher as he goes. Soon enough he gets a few of the fans to clap along as he goes, getting louder with his roars as he gets more and more intense with his fist pumping. More and more fans start to join in with the clapping as he goes into an all out fist pumping frenzy, moving around the ring before turning it into a gallop. The more fans that join in with him, the faster he moves around the ring, roaring louder and louder until he finally collapses against the turnbuckle, a huge smile on his face. He lifts the microphone to his lips one last time.

Giani: Good God DAMN… I… I gotta admit, that felt pretty freakin’ good to do again… Did ya enjoy it as much as I did?

Crowd: POP!

Giani: Then we’ll have to do this again… same time next week?!

The audience gives off a mixed reaction, but it is good enough to satisfy Giani. He drops the microphone to the ground, pumping his fists as “Wrecked” begins playing again. He continues pumping his fists as he exits the ring and walks up the ramp.




Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Bombshells Pumpkin On A Pole match! The Bombshell that is able to retrieve the Jack O Lantern has the ability to use its contents as a weapon!

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 "Trip the Darkness" by Lacuna Coil begins to play over the loud speakers filling the arena.

Justin: Introducing first, from The Isle of the Gods Greece... this is Necra Octavian Kane!

A fog rolls over the back area of the stage, as two lines of men and women appear through the mist and stand on either side of the rampway holding banners with her symbol on it. Necra soon appears out of the mist and starts down the rampway dressed in a white and gold toga. As she passes the servants fall to their knees, as she stares straight ahead, ignoring the crowd around her. As she reaches the ring she climbs the stairs and slips under the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring. Necra raises her arms and as she brings them down, lightening strikes each of the posts and are set ablaze. Necra removes the golden crown and the longer part of the toga and waits for her opponent.

"WE ARE MUNICIPAL WASTE AND JESSIE SALCO IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"

Justin: And her opponent... from Miami, Florida... Jessie Salco!

The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "The Art of Partying" by Municipal Waste tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging 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 waiting for the match to begin.

Simone: Our Halloween theme continues with Necra taking on Jessie in a Pumpkin On A Pole match!

Adams: My questions is... what the heck is actually in the Jack O Latern?

Simone: Who knows for sure!? All we know is whoever gets it, gets to use it!

Jacob Summers calls for the bell to kick off the match.

DING DING DING!

Jessie catches Necra flush with a beautiful dropkick, sending her back into a corner. Jessie runs in, and splashes Necra in the corner. Necra falls to the mat as Jessie scales the turnbuckles.

Adams: Jessie going high risk!

Jessie turns leaps blindly with a breathtaking moonsault, but comes up empty as Necra telegraphs the moonsault perfectly, getting her knees up to knock the wind out of Salco!

Simone: Nothing but knees for Salco! Momentum switch straight away!

Necra quickly follows up and gets back to her feet. She pulls Jessie up by the hair, and whips her to the far ropes. As Jessie springs back off the ropes, Necra leaps in the air wrapping her legs around Jessie's head flipping her over with a frankensteiner! Jessie flies across the ring, and through the ropes.

Simone: Here's Necra's opportunity to go grab the pumpkin!

Adams: I wouldn't speak so soon.

Jessie was able to latch on to the ropes with a death grip and not fall all the way to the floor. Jessie slings herself up to the top rope, and springs off with a phenomenal springboard clothesline!

Simone: Both bombshells are down! It's anybody's ball game right now!

Necra and Jessie head to opposite ropes to pull themselves to their feet. Jessie sprints towards Necra, but she ducks and delivers a sick German suplex planting Jessie hard on her head. Necra walks over to Jessie, who is struggling to get back to her knees. Necra drills Jessie with a hard slap across the face. She picks her up by the hair. Necra spins her around and drops her across her knees!

Simone: Necra just hit The Mummification! Here's her chance to climb the ropes and see what is actually inside the pumpkin!

Necra does just that, and scales the turnbuckles. She gets to the top rope, and reaches up to snag the pumpkin off the pole's hook. She looks inside and smiles. She carefully gets down off the turnbuckles, paying close attention to not spill the contents.

Adams: What's in there!?

Simone: OH GOD!!!

Necra smiles as she slowly pours the contents out onto the canvas. She tosses the pumpkin aside, and looks down at the prone Jessie Salco.

Adams: THUMBTACKS!!!

Necra pulls the limp body of Jessie Salco back to her feet. He hooks Jessie's arms and flips her over.

Simone: MY FAIR LADY ON THE TACKS!!! IT'S OVER!!!!

Jacob Summers wastes no time dropping down to count the pinfall.

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Justin: The winner of this match... The Goddess of Death, Necra Octavian Kane!!!!

SCW Medical Staff quickly get in the ring to tend to Jessie Salco.

Simone: This is sick! Jessie Salco's a human pin cushion! Necra Octavian Kane picks up the victory in the Pumpkin On A Pole match!!




The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from “Burning Down The House” by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer

Adams: The SCW Heavyweight champ is here!!!! Yes!

The sound of a record scratching is heard.

Simone: Umm

Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers.

Adams: That's not Drake!

The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He asks for a mic from Justin and is handed one as the music fades out.

HS: Awwwww, if you could only see your faces right now when you thought your new "Champion."

Hot Stuff air quotes with one of his free hand.

HS: Was about to put in a little appearence.

Hot Stuff smirks.

HS: I know, the champion usually comes out here and does a little speech after winning the top gold, thanks the fans, thanks his mother and father, thanks God, but after High Stakes III, a lot of things changed. All but one title belt went to new owners, but none make me more sick, than seeing Drake Green with my Heavyweight championship.

A look of disgust crosses Hot Stuff's face.

HS: So when I got back to Vegas, I decided I didn't want to feel sick on my own show, so I wrote a nice little letter, and made J.J Dixon dress like a postal worker and pop it right in Drake Green's hand, informing him that he will not be needed here tonight to spoil my ring, with his arse kissing to the crowd, looking for cheap pops and false love. But I do know he's sitting at home watching this, so I got a little message for you Drake.

Hot Stuff beckons the camera forward, a serious look on his face.

HS: The other day Drake, I was sitting around, looking at some new SCW merchindise that just came in, and I saw a little Drake Green doll, with that "please love me" look you always have plastered all over your face whenever you stand in front of the fans, that desperate stink in the air of you wanting their attention. I picked this little doll up and I shook it, and you know what happened Drake? The head fell right off and hit the floor. As soon as that little smug look befouled my expensive carpet, a thought hit me. It was like that doll was showing a glimpse in to the future, because that is what is going to happen Drake.

Hot Stuff's voice gets quieter

HS: I will shake you, I will break you until that head falls off, until that title belt is no longer yours. They say take off the head and the body will die, and that is exactly what's gonna happen until that belt is away from you. My advice to you Drake, is to give that belt up right away, save yourself the unholy amount of shit that going to come your way if you don't.

A smile breaks out on Hot Stuff's face.

HS: Now let's talk about something you people want to hear me talk about, the one and only legend that is me.

The crowd boo as a cocky smirk runs across Hot Stuff's face.

HS: Now a little while ago, I told you of my intention to give up the ring, put my feet up, enjoy life a bit. I set that date for Blaze Of Glory III, my favorite event held early next year. I have come out and told you that I will be facing Austin Parker.

Hot Stuff pauses for a second.

HS: I know he seems reluctant, but I know him, he will do it, but it got me thinking. How do I build up to a match with one of the greatest technical wrestlers of all time?I can't exactly go to Austin and get him to teach me how to beat him, so here is what I'm going to do.

Hot Stuff clears his throat

HS: I'm gonna take on every son of a bitch that was to try their luck against me.

The crowd gasp in shock.

HS: I don't care if I've faced you before. I don't care if you're part of the roster, I don't care if I've let your sorry arse go in the past, hell, I don't even care if you've never been part of this roster. I will take on anyone, anywhere, name the time and place. All you have to do is be out here and name your time and place, or give Christian Underwood a phone call, and I'd gladly kick your arses.

Hot Stuff runs his fingers through his hair.

HS: Welcome to the Hot Stuff "kick your arse one more time" tour. It's gonna be a good one for me, no so much for anyone who fancies their chances. I'll see you all in the ring, if you have the bollocks to appear.

Hot Stuff smirks and drops the microphone as Midnight/Tornado blasts through the speakers. Hot Stuff walks to the ropes, climbing through before walking to the back.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the stage ...the Mistress of the Dark... ELVIRA!

The crowd stands and a deafening roar for the famed Halloween Icon, Elvira, walks out onto the stage amidst a shower of whistles and catcalls for her famous buxom figure. With microphone in hand and a light hearted "rap style" music beats from the sound system and Elvira begins moving to the music and lifts the mic to her lips.

Elvira: Let me tell ya' 'bout a friend of mine.
A big bad brutha' named Frankenstein.
In a torn up ole' monty lookin' mighty fine,
I mean the brutha' was smokin' litteraly!

Sewn up with a needle and thread!
Put together with parts from the dead!
Somethin' put his nut's on the side of his head.
What in the world were they thinkin'?

Drackula is afraid of the light.
He only comes outta' his coffin at night.
Slips out to have him a bite...outta' sombody's neck that is.
He's a vampire, vampire bat!
Suckin' on blood..it's low in fat!
'Cept I don't know if he should really doin' that.
I mean I hope he practices safe suck's!!!

Monsta' rap, everybody snap!
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.

Elvira soon has the entire arena clapping along with her, including the SCW staff and announcers watching.

Elvira: Wolfeman howlin' at the moon!
Hairy guy's just make me swoon!
Spray's his hair with Vidal Sassoon....WHAT!
You mean that's a weave?!?

Can't see the Invisible Man!
Can't see his invisible tan!
Can't see his invisible hand!
OWW! Who goosed me!?!

Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.

Baby there's a monster livin' inside of you, and me!
Baby there's a monster livin' inside just dieing to be free!
OWWWWW!

Boris Karloff,
Vincent Price,
Bellah Lugosi and
the Poltergeist.

Peter Cushing,
Christopher Lee,
and The Addams Family.
Pyramid power of the Mummy!
Aliens bursting from your tummy!

Their all monster's that I love!
Freddy Kruger give's good glove!
Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde!
Christine is the baddest ride!

Roger Corman,
Barbra Steele!
Killer Tomatoes have appeal!
Hanibal Lector sick and mean!
Eat your heart with Fatha Beans!
Chuckie's just a living doll!
The Fifty Foot Woman is awfully tall!

So's the Amazing Collasle Man.
Gammara, Mothra
and Rodan.
Godzilla tears up Tokyo,
while the Phantom of the Opera steals the show!

The Blob,
the Fly, and
the Thing!
Edgar Allen Poe
and Steven King!

Jason in a Hockey mask!
Zombies, freaks and maniacs!
They're the monster's I adore!
Full of blood and guts and gore!
They make me wanna' scream and holler!
More and more and more and MORE!!!!!!

Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody groove, everybody clap.
Monsta' rap, everybody snap,
everybody moove every body clap.

The music fades and the crowd gives a rousing standing ovation as Elvira ends her song and prances about the stage, waving and shaking her...pumpkins before heading backstage behind the curtains.




Opening up backstage Ben Jordan can be seen standing beside Emma Rose, tho two are not locals to the SCW roster but they still draw a cheer from the crowd. The two are wearing matching Halloween costumes, Ben as Fred Flintstone and Emma supporting his role as Wilma Flintstone. Ben Jordan turns to the camera and gives off a wink.

Ben: Gooooood evening, fans of Sin City Wrestling...

As Ben is putting on a horribly good scary voice a delightful girlish snort can be heard from Emma, her hand flies up and covers her face quickly from embarrassment.

Ben: Tonight is in honour of the night where you either get tricked or treated and tonight, you guys will definitely be treated... because tonight is the night that Emma here sig...

Ben is quickly cut off by the sweet sound of Emma's Kiwi accent, it's not just her accent that draws him to a stop it's her hand that's now covering his mouth as well.

Emma: So let me get this straight you can dress up like weird looking Fred Flintstone but you can't walk through a haunted house with out standing behind me?

Pulling her hand away Ben Jordan looks down at the small woman in front of him with disbelief in his eyes.

Ben: I wasn't standing behind you!

The need in his voice almost sounded believable.

Emma: Right!

Rolling her eyes up at him Emma was quick to raise her right eyebrow before turning to the camera, she quickly points towards Ben and mouths "Chicken" Seeing that he is being made fun of Ben jumps in on the fun.

Ben: I was protecting you!!!

Puffing his chest out he grabs for her hand swatting away her index finger that was pointing at him.

Emma: By standing behind me?

Her arms fell to her side, clinging to her hips in typical Wilma style.

Ben: I uh umm... didn't want that Zombie guy coping a feel.

Emma: Of what?

Ben looked at her and thought for a moment not wanting Emma to get away with the satisfaction of a win in this mini play fight.

Ben: Your arse.

Coughing back a laugh Emma threw her hands up in the air as she looked over at Ben who was standing high and mighty as if he was her knight in shining armour, or in this case her big bad yet protecting caveman.

Emma: Right because that's what Zombies do, they attack from behind?

Ben: Only the extremely sinister ones, consider yourself lucky to have me around.

With another roll of her eyes Emma adjusted her strap on her ripped white dress, her hand rolling across her chest distracting Ben for a second.

Emma: BEN!

The way she said his name was almost exactly like Wilma was famous for saying "Fred" when he was in trouble.

Ben: Yes?

A smile dawned on his face as he looked her up and down.

Emma: Shouldn't you get on to telling everyone your exciting news? the good people of Sin City Wrestling, don't have all night.

Ben adjusted his leopard print outfit flexing his muscles while doing so. Turning back to the camera Ben rested his flexed arms to his side, while licking his lips.

Ben: I'm here to announce that Emma will be signing up to wrestle in SCW

A pop from the crowd could be heard as Emma's eyes almost rolled out of her head.

Emma: What the h...

Ben: Come on now, hold your tongue we all know you're not capable of swearing, you find it un-lady like...

Emma: You're a complete a...

Ben: Ass man, yes I can't deny that I like them.

Emma swung her right fist at Ben attempting to punch him, his hand instantly flying up in front of him pleading innocence.

Emma: Take that back...

Shrugging his shoulders Ben did as he was told.

Ben: Your right, I'm sorry... I don't just like them I love them...

Emma: Not that you idiot.

Walking up to Emma he placed his hands on each side of her face, running his finger through her hair.

Ben: I love it when you talk dirty to me.

The look of repulsiveness crawled over Emma's face as she shooed his hands away from her.

Emma: I called you an idiot that's hardly talking dirty...

Ben: My mistake then... but in other news, welcome home Emma... welcome to Sin City Wrestling.

Shaking her head from side to side she huffed.

Ben: What's wrong Cave Momma?

Emma: You know I don't have the confidence in me anymore Ben.

Her bottom lip dropped out giving him a pout that made Ben's heart sink, reaching out for her he grabbed on to her sides holding her tightly.

Ben: Come off it, you're like the incredible hulk when you get going. There's not a bird of the roster you can't smack smash up and down the ring.

Letting out a small laugh she caught it before Ben made anything of it.

Emma: And when did you think to tell me about your grand plan huh? how am I meant to see you?

Ben looked down at her sad little face, her big light green eyes beckoning for answers.

Ben: Tonight and well you'll see me when ever you open those pretty little eyes of yours...

Emma: And how am I going to do that when your back home in London and I'm here in Vegas... you're incredibly selfish Benjamin.

His right hand came up to his face as he ran it down it looking a little pissed off.

Ben: I hate it when you use big words...

Emma: Like what... Incredibly?

Shaking his head from side to side he brought his hand back down to her well rounded hip.

Ben: No like Benjamin.

She was trying not to laugh at him, everything in her body was telling her that he was just trying to lighten the mood.

Ben: I promise that I will be here by your side for every match, I'll work with you in your ring confidence, I'll celebrate every high and comfort every low...

Emma: I don't want to go low...

Ben raised his eyebrow and looked at the camera with a smirk across his face.

Ben: You know the male locker room is going to have a field day with that right?

Smacking his arm with her open palm Emma gritted her teeth at him.

Emma: Ben Jordan

Ben: What?

Looking back down at her he smiled, pulling her closer towards him.

Emma: I'm being serious, I don't want to get crushed again....

Ben: Well don't... it's that simple...

Emma: What if I get hurt?

Her green innocent eyes played on his good side, if he didn't know any better he would definitely know she was trying to make him feel bad.

Ben: I'll fix you the only way I know how

Emma: With hot baths and massages?

Her eyes glimmered with hope as Ben just tucked her into his arms.

Ben: I was thinking retail therapy but that works as well, you have to trust me Emma, you need this...

Emma: I need to be screaming at you for even putting me in this situation.

Ben: But you can't because you know you want to do this... so just say yes...

Emma looked up at Ben and with a long deep pause she turned to the camera.

Emma: Looks like I'm coming back...

Another Pop from the crowd was heard as the red head turned back to face Ben. Ben had his head ducked down and waiting for her return as he quickly closed in the gap pressing his lips firmly on to hers. The fans going crazy in the stands. The camera caught a glimpse of Ben's hands running down her back cupping her into him. Breaking the kiss Ben mouthed down to her in just above a whisper "That's my girl" before turning to the camera and letting out an almighty Tarzan like call.

Ben: YABBBBA DAAAABBBBAAA DOOOO!!

Burying her head into his chest Emma tried to hid her bright red cheeks as Ben carried on like Fred Flintstone, picking up his small red head and running away with her from the scene backstage.




The camera returns to the ringside area where Justin Decent stands inside of the ring where Halloween lights have been strewn around the ring ropes, wrapped in coils. Atop of each ring post, lies a Jack O' Lantern with a lit candle inside. Inside of the ring, stands the tag team combination of the Flying Jetts.

Adams: A Lights Out match! I always did like these!

Simone: Yeah, well, your bulb always was a little dim.

Adams: Right! Wait, what?

Justin: The following tag team match is a Lights Out match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently in the ring! At a combined weight of 440 pounds, the team of Jeremy and Jason, the Flying Jetts!

The fans cheer and applaud as the brother tandem step out of their corner and raise their hands, pumping their fists, acknowledging the cheers.

Justin: Their opponents! First, from Washington, DC, weighing 245 pounds, “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin!

The tiger roars, and then Soldiers by Otherwise plays and Jeremiah comes out and looks around at the fans. He then comes down the aisle, fist bumping with the fans, and then he enters the ring and makes the roar and the crowd roars with him.

Justin: His tag team partner is accompanied to the ring by Charlotte! From Queens, New York, weighing 200 pounds, Steve Ramone!

“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, 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 the start of this match alongside his partner.

Drew Patton finishes giving all four men their instructions, and then asks Charlotte to exit the ring. Steve holds the ropes for his wife and she descends down to the floor. Drew signals to the back and all of the lights, save for the Halloween and pumpkins, fade off. This leaves the entire area in complete darkness, save for the lights around the ropes, the candles in the pumpkins, and the fact the wrestlers and Drew are done up with glow in the dark makeup!

Adams: Creeeeepy!

Drew calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Steve and Jason opt to start for their respective teams and at the sound of the opening bell, they square off in the center of the ring momentarily before locking up, collar n elbow. Struggling for a few moments, Jason suddenly armdrags Steve over, sending him skidding across the ring. Jason applauds, rooting for his brother, as Steve stands up, unmoved by the athletic display. He steps forward instead and engages in another lockup with his opponent, but this time Jason shifts his weight and hiptosses Ramone to the mat. Ramone gets up quickly and Jason's aerial talents come into play as he leaps up and dropkicks Steve square in the chest.

Simone: Jason's showing some athletic prowess and that he's not just another pretty face.

Jeremy is happy with his brother's display, yelling and cheering him on as Steve gets up, caught slightly off guard. Again the two begin to circle, and they stop, locking up again, only suddenly Ramone takes Jason down with an armdrag...followed up with a hiptoss and a dropkick of his own, returning the favor from earlier. "Big Tiger" claps as Jeremy watches on. Jason jumps to his feet, only to have Steve charge straight forward and clothesline Jason, sending him thru the ropes and to the ringside floor! The count immediately begins!

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

Jason climbs inside and walks over to the corner and tags Jeremy into the ring. Jeremy steps inside and Steve readies for the tie up but Jeremy waves him off and points at the "Big Tiger".

Adams: What's this?

Simone: He doesn't want to wrestle Steve. He's demanding "Big Tiger" to get inside the ring!

Jeremy hollers at Steve to tag Jeremiah in and Steve smirks and shrugs, turning away and walking over to his corner. Steve holds out a hand and "Big Tiger" slaps it, tagging in. Jeremy stands in the center of the ring and "Big Tiger" walks right up to him, unafraid, and stands nose to nose with him. The words start pouring forth and insults tossed back and forth when Jett shoves Jeremiah back! Not losing a step, "Big Tiger" steps right back up and shoves Jett, knocking him down to the mat.

Simone: Yeah I doubt trying to over power the Big Tiger is going to win Jeremy Jett any points.

Jeremy steps up and hauls back and slaps "Big Tiger" right across the face!

Adams: Wow! Talk about disrespect!

"Big Tiger", holding his cheek, turns back around and slaps Jett hard enough to knock him full circle! Jett spins around and without warning, hits "Big Tiger" with a standing dropkick, knocking him to the mat! Grabbing the larger wrestler, Jett fires off three forearm shots to the head, knocking him against the ropes. Jason Irish whips him into the ropes and as "Big Tiger" returns, Jeremy swings but misses! "Big Tiger" ducks under the blow and comes right off of the ropes, spearing Jett to the mat and unloading a series of right hands to the head! Jett fights "Big Tiger" off of him and throws him over and starts driving fists into his head, and the two start rolling around on the mat, trading clubbing blows as the crowd is loving the intensity between the two!

Adams: And this is what the tag team division in SCW is reaching!

Drew manages to get the two young men to separate, but as they rise to their feet, Jeremy kicks "Big Tiger" in the stomach, doubling him over. Following up with a chop across the chest, Jeremy tags his brother and Jason snapmares "Big Tiger" over and wraps an arm beneath the chin in a rear chinlock, but "Big Tiger" quickly counters by turning it into a hammerlock, pinning the Jett down face-first. "Big Tiger" grabs his arm, pulling him up, and twists it into an arm wringer, tagging Steve back in. "Big Tiger" holds him steady as Steve comes off of the middle turnbuckle with a sledgehammer blow to the arm. Steve twists the arm into an armbar. Jason looks to escape and scoops Ramone up and slams him down but Steve holds onto the hurt arm and rolls him over, retaining the armbar.

Simone: Jason Jett isn't getting away quite so easily.

Steve pulls him up in the armbar and Jason slowly backs his opponent into the ropes and successfully breaks free, driving a knee hard into his mid-section twice. Jason then goes for an Irish whip but Steve reverses it and runs him right into the ropes in a rear waistlock and rolls him backwards into a rollup.

1.....
2.....Jett reverses it, rolling backwards and rolling Ramone up in the same pinning combination.

1.....
2.....Steve kicks out.

Jett swings for a lariat but Steve ducks under and pulls him into a backslide.

1.....
2.....Jett gets a shoulder up!

Both get up and Steve pulls him into an inside cradle!

1.....
2.....Jason kicks out!

Simone: These guys are going all out to try and get that all important pin!

Steve Irish whips Jason into the ropes and he comes off and ends up on the receiving end of a high back drop! Jason holds his back in pain, returning to his feet, and as he turns around, Steve springboards off the turnbuckles with a plancha and another cover!

1.....
2.....Jason kicks out!

Steve whips Jett into the ropes and jumps for a dropkick but Jason holds onto the ropes and Steve lands hard on his tailbone!

Simone: That there just may be the critical mistake in this match.

Jason grabs Steve and tags Jeremy in. Jason Irish whips Steve in and scoops him up in position for a sidewalk slam and Jeremy comes off the middle rope with a legdrop across the throat, bringing Ramone down! Jason ducks out as Jeremy makes the cover.

1.....
2.....Steve kicks out.

Jeremy pulls Steve up from behind and locks him in a waistlock and German suplexes him over, rolling thru and bridging in an arch cradle.

1.....
2.....Steve gets a shoulder up.

Jeremy Irish whips Steve into the corner. Steve staggers out and Jeremy runs off of the ropes and bulldogs him! Jeremy tags Jason back in. Jason then goes for a springboard moonsault off of the ropes but Steve brings his knees up and Jason lands on them, gut-first! Jason rolls around on the mat, clutching his abdomen in pain, as Steve tags "Big Tiger" back in. "Big Tiger" whips Jason into the ropes for a sidewalk slam but Jason counters with a beautiful swinging headscissors that sends his opponent clear out of the ring! Immediately Jason Jett drops to the floor and grabs "Big Tiger", hurling him hard into the ring steps!

Simone: Damn! Jason Jett is showing some tenacity!

Steve Ramone is trying to protest Jett's actions but Drew heads him off and forces him back to his corner, not seeing Jeremy throw "Big Tiger" back inside of the ring. Jason sends him into the far corner and follows in, jumping and crushing the larger man with a Stinger splash! Jeremiah staggers out and Jason leaps to the top and then jumps off, taking his opponent down with a top rope hurricanrana! Jason with the cover!

1.....
2.....
The "Big Tiger" gets a shoulder up!

Jason tags his brother in and Jeremy Irish whips the "Big Tiger" into the corner and Jason drops down on all fours in front of him. Jeremy then gets a running start and uses his partner as a vault but "Big Tiger" moves and Jeremy crashes hard on the back of his head! Jason gets up and "Big Tiger" clobbers him with a big lariat before tagging Steve! The crowd cheers as Steve bolts into the ring and clotheslines Jeremy down, then does the same to Jason! Steve Irish whips Jason into the ropes and jumps, connecting with a perfect Hurricanrana and grabs the legs on the way thru for the;

1.....
2.....
3-No! Jeremy gets free!

Steve brings him up and fires off three forearm shots to the head, then goes for a whip but Jeremy reverses it but Steve comes off with a Flapjack into a dropkick! Steve then grabs Jeremy and hauls him up into a front facelock and hits a Northern Lights Bomb! Steve jumps up to the top rope and sizes Jeremy up and leaps, landing onto Jeremy's sternum with a corkscrew 630 splash!

Simone: What, Fear!

Steve covers Jeremy and hooks the leg!

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

The crowd cheers as Drew raises the arm of Steve Ramone.

Justin: Here are your winners ... Steve Ramone and Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin!

"Big Tiger" Jeremiah climbs inside, as does Charlotte, and Drew raises both men's arms as the lights come back on and Charlotte hugs her husband. The Jetts stand in the ring and look at each other with disappointment etched on their faces, as Hardin and The Ramone's leave the ring, walking to the back.

Simone: Well the Flying Jetts are in the ring and...

The lights go out

Adams: Whats going on?? I thought the match was over so the lights can stay on now.

Simone: I don't know but we're completely dark here

Adams: Audio seems to be still working, folks we're sorry for

The lights come back on and the Flying Jetts are motionless in the ring, along with Shane Spencer, neither of the trio moving

Adams: What the?? What's Shane Spencer doing in the ring? He was taken by those druid guys earlier

Simone: I have no words, can someone tell us what's going on here? Are these attacks linked?

Suddenly demonic laughter can be heard through out the arena

Male voice: WE'RE COMING HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Simone: Ok I'm creaeped out here.... We need to find out who these people are




Justin Decent:Ladies and Gentlemen SCW is proud to announce that, after weeks of negotiations SCW and The Wong Dojo from FoShan, China have come to an agreement and soon we will see a few new superstars join the SCW roster.

“SCW”
“SCW”
“SCW”

Is chanted by the crowd as they all seen happy for hear that SCW managed to get even more stars in there company for them to see in action.

Justin Decent:At this time please welcome the Spokeswoman for the Wong Dojo. Master Lin Ting Lu AKA Master Lily.

A few cheers are heard as the rest of the SCW fans are waiting to see what this is all about. Master Lily appears on the SCW Tron via satellite from FoShan, China at the Wong Dojo!

Master Lily: Hello SCW, I hope your all enjoying the show so far I know I am. And it’s only going to get better. I for one can’t wait to see the FOUR CORNER MATCH.

A small pop is heard from the fans.

Master Lily: That’s it? You mean you guys don’t want to see Nick Jones in action?

Crowd: Boooo! xx

Master Lily: Wow ok how about Kain?

Crowd: yeaaa! xx

Master Lily: Ok a little better. Those two in a match alone is worth the watch but now you add in GIANI DI LUCA and….

Crowd: Boo! xx

Master Lily: Ok I get it but it gets better because you also get to see SIMON JONES as well in that match.

Crowd:Yeaaaaa! xx

Master Lily: But enough about that. I know that everyone here in Las Vegas from all the fans to the staff of SCW all seen to have two questions on their mind. One what is this whole Wong Dojo thing and two why should we care. Well I’ll tell you what the Wong Dojo is. Master Wong is one of the richest men in China. He’s dojo has trained hundreds of Shoalin Kung Fu students.

Crowd is heard bu

ing.

Master Lily: I see I have everyone’s attention know. Some of are students have been trained in Professional Wrestling as well. But make no mistake about it these students and disciples are all advanced in Shoalin Kung Fu mostly in Wu Shu and or Wing Chen. Now to the second question. Why should you care? Simple we here at the Wong Dojo have the same believes as every SCW Superstars both the Men and Women rosters come here every week to provide you wonderful SCW fans a great show.

Cheap pop by the fans for being called wonderful.

Master Lily: The men and women here SCW put their bodies on the line every week to show their talent. We here at Wong’s Dojo feel that we can be a great add on to this top notch talent of superstars. Therefore (Lily starts raising her voice to get the fan more excited) starting very soon we will also be in the SCW ring showing all you fine people are talents.

Loud pop is heard by the fans as they are now a little more excited by the news.

Master Lily: The men that will be arriving shortly are all very happy to be a part of this and can’t wait to start. Some of them you may fall in love with and there will be a few that you may end up hating. But no matter what we are all here to entertain the fans of SCW and we will do it along side with the current SCW superstars. Why? Because the fans of SCW of proven to be the best fans in the world.

Crowd gives a good pop and we can hear the fans chanting.

“SCW”
“SCW”
“SCW”

Master Lily: Now let’s be clear on a few things. I keep mentioning my men as if they are not part of SCW. The reason for this is because there not. They don’t and will not work for SCW. They work for Master Wong, as that is the only way the People Republic of China will allow for are men to come to America to compete. They cannot take citizen ship here either. If they even try to they will be banned from ever stepping foot in China and there family will face serve actions. They will not get paid by the SCW company either because of this if they are caught getting a SCW paycheck they will be fined and jailed per the Republic of China.

Crowd: Boooo! xx

Master Lily: I know, I know but hey that’s what needed to be done to have these men be part of the SCW roster so we here are fine with that. That said they report to me but work for Master Wong who in turn will not only pay them but will also cover ALL of their expense. From a place to stay, to training, food, flights, even any pyro we use, you name it SCW will not have to pay for any of my men it is all covered by Master Wong. Well that is all I can say for now plus I don’t want to take any more time from the action. I hope the SCW fans enjoy the rest of the show.

Fans are heard clapping for the information they have just heard. When all of a sudden

New Low by Middle Class Rut starts to play thru the speakers.

SCW Fans stop clapping as they see an unknown man coming from behind the curtain.

Jon Dough: Hello everyone my name is Jon Dough. I am the first superstar to come from The Wong Dojo in FoShan, China. While we wait for others to get all there paper work in order. I was able to be here now because I’m the only one from the Dojo that is coming here that is not a born Chinese citizen. I have been in the back watching the action but I got to thinking. I’m not just the newest wrestler in SCW like everyone else here I’m a fan therefore instead of sitting in the back watching the action from a TV screen. I should just be sitting out here with the best fans in the world right here in Las Vegas.

Fans give a cheap pop

Jon Dough: I’m not playing. You see that empty seat on the front row. It Belongs to John Dough now.

Fans start cheering and the fans next to the empty seats cheer even louder as they are about to be up close and personal with a SCW wrestler.

Jon starts walking down the ramp. Makes a left to get to the other side of the ring. Stops at the empty seat jumps over the barricade and takes his seat. Fans around start touching, padding, taking pictures as he gets comfy. John Then stands back up and looks at the SCW Tron were we still see Master Lily.

Jon Dough: Oh one more thing for those here who would like to know a little about me . Instead of taking anymore time during this show I will be hosting a Q&A after the show. Everyone is welcome to stick around if they like.

Hey Master lily you said that Master Wong will cover all the bills right?

Master Lily: Yes that is right.

Jon Dough: That means anything no matter what right?

Master Lily: yes it does no matter what it is.

Jon Dough: Good in that case. Can we get some vendors down here and provide every single child here a bag of cotton candy.

All the kids at the arena start cheering and going nuts.

We can hear a bunch of 9-12 years olds chanting

“Jon dough”
“Jon dough”
“Jon dough”

Master Lily is seen smiling as the SCW Tron fades out. The kids claim down and Jon Dough takes his seat.




The fans watching the SCW-Tron are treated to a most comical sight as Despayre enters the scene backstage, and the crowd greets the sight of him and his teddy bear companion, Angel, with hearty cheers. Despayre is dressed in full costume, that of Captain America. Angel is wearing a costume reminiscent of the Avenger's villain, Loki. At Despayre's side is his 'big buddy', Big B, and he is dressed as Thor.

Big B: Great costume, Despy. But, uh...

Despayre: But what?

Big B: I saw the movie! I'm Thor, Angel's Loki. Does this make us enemies?

Despayre shakes his head.

Despayre: No, it's just for Tricks or Treats! How about we just say, frenemies?

Big B takes a moment to think, then smiles and nods.

Big B: Frenemies. I like that.

Despayre: Great! The sooner we get started then, the more candy we get!

Big B: You sure anyone here will be handing out?

Despayre: They will unless they wanna get one of Angel's patented tricks!

Big B glances down at the cantankerous teddy bear with a weary eye when Despayre looks around.

Despayre: Where's Rage?

A bellowing voice emanates from behind the door they're standing in front of.

Rage: I'm not coming out in this! I look stupid!

Despayre: You do not! Angel picked it out!

Big B: You gotta! We wouldn't be the Avengers without!

Despayre: Yeah! And besides, you're the one who lost the bet with Gabriel

Rage: I still say he cheated!

Big B frowns.

Big B: How could Gabriel cheat at cutting cards?

Despayre waves a finger to Big B, beckoning him closer.

Despayre: It was his deck.

Big B nods and then stands back upright.

Despayre: C'mon Rage! A deal's a deal! You don't want to be labeled a fibber, do ya?

Rage: Son of a...

And the Sin of Wrath steps out of the door frame, and is greeted by cheers and laughter from the fans watching, as he has on tattered jeans, barefoot, a shaggy black wig, and green makeup all over his head and upper body.

Rage: WHY do I have to wear this!?

Despayre: We needed a Hulk! Now c'mon!

And Despayre grabs Rage's arm with his free hand and drags him off screen, and a smiling Big B follows.




The camera switches to backstage where one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Misty, is seen sitting in the women's locker room. She is sitting in a chair against the wall with her arms folded across her chest and her right leg crossed over her left. Her cell phone is placed on the bench next to her, and she keeps glancing down at it, as if she is waiting for a call or perhaps a message. Each minute that passes, she appears to grow more frustated. Finally, the phone rings and she grabs it excitedly, answering the call.

Misty: It's about time. I was expecting you to call half an hour ago!

Misty doesn't seem angry with whoever she is speaking to, but the look on her face is a look we haven't seen in a while. She has a slight smile on her face as the person on the other side of the phone speaks.

Misty: Since when does Frankie have that place open on a Sunday?...I'll have to have a talk with him...And how are you going to stop me from calling him? You're there in Chicago, while I'm here in Vegas waiting for my match.

Just then there is a knock on the locker room door. Misty looks up, confused.

Misty: The door is open. Come on in!

There is another knock instead, and this frustrates her.

Misty: Hang on a minute Seth, someone is at the door. It's probably just "Stoner" Scott wanting an interview or something...No because Pussy Willow and Ms. Rocky don't need to knock to walk into the women's locker room...

Misty then heads over to the door and opens it, and her jaw drops when she sees the person standing in front of her. Not just any person, though. A very tall and ruggedly built guy is standing there in front of her, holding his cell phone to his ear with a wicked grin on his face.

Misty: Seth what the hell are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in Chicago!

Seth: You know, I'm standing right in front of you now. You can put your phone down.

The man, now identified as Seth, places his phone into the pocket of his jeans, and Misty shakes her head as if snapping out of it. She sets it down on a nearby chair, and looks at Seth, still shocked to see him.

Misty: You didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?

Seth: Well I guess if you don't really want me here I'll just go ahead and leave, then...

Seth goes to turn to walk away, but Misty grabs a hold of his arm and stops him, causing him to grin proudly.

Misty: I didn't say I wanted you to leave. Damn. I'm just surprised to see you is all.

Seth: Mission accomplished then. I wanted to surprise you and clearly I did. I wanted to talk to you.

Misty: So you came all the way to Vegas? A call would have been just fine, Seth...

Misty lets out a laugh and Seth just looks at her seriously. She catches the expression on his face and immediately stops laughing.

Seth: Ok let me re-word that. I wanted to talk to you in person. I wanted to see you.

Misty: What's going on? You look like something is bothering you?

Seth: Nothing is bothering me really. Do you have time to talk?

Misty looks at the clock on the wall, checking the time. She nods, then looks back to Seth.

Misty: I've got a little bit before I have to get out to the ring, sure. Let's walk around backstage, though. I'd invite you in, but it's the women's locker room, remember?

Seth lets out a laugh this time as Misty grabs her phone from the chair then steps out of the locker room, closing the door behind her.

Misty: Alright let's go.

The two then start slowling walking down the hall, chatting quietly and the scene fades away.




Simone: Well, we're getting set to determine the brand new number one challenger for Drake Green's SCW Heavyweight Championship! And just how are these four men going to decide who the most deserving is?

Adams: How else? By fighting in a graveyard!

Simone: I can't believe it myself, but yes! Sin City Wrestling's traditional Graveyard match will be determining who will move on to be Drake Green's next challenger for the Heavyweight Championship!

Adams: Well c'mon! Let's get to it!

The camera switches to the confines of Woodlawn cemetery, the largest in the City of Sin, Las Vegas, Nevada.

One by one, four hearses pulled into the graveyard through separate entrances. long, black and sleek, the vehicles slowly traveled around the gravel drives until they arrived toward the center of the cemetery, roughly ten yards apart. And one by one, the rear doors opened and the participants for this unique contest slowly climbed out;

Nick Jones ...

Giani Di Luca ...

Simon Jones ...

And Kain.

The moment they exit the hearses, the doors closed behind them and just as slowly, the vehicles turned around and made for the exit of the graveyard as referee, Jasmine St. John, stepped into view from behind a mausoleum, and she blew a whistle to begin the match!

All four men look trade glances back and forth. Finally Simon Jones makes the first move on Nick Jones hitting him with a hard right hand that catches him off guard. Kain goes to join Jones when he gets blind sided by a huge meat hook of a clothesline from Giani Di Luca.

Simone: And this one is starting off pretty intense, Jason.

Adams: I’ll say.

Simon rushes over and hits Nick with forearm causing him to step back and stumble over a broken piece of tombstone. He falls on to his back and Simon immediately jumps on him, driving both his boots into the chest of Nick Jones and writhes in pain. Across the graveyard, Kain manages to block a few of Giani’s punches and lands a kick of his own into the gut of the Italian Stallion. He quickly lands another kick across the face of the former SCW Tag Team Champion, which drops Di Luca on to a gargoyle. Fast on his feet, Kain flies in with another kick attempt to the face of Giani but this time Giani moves out of the way and throws Kain, with the help of his own momentum, foot first in to the gargoyle. Kain’s foot gets lodged in the mouth of the gargoyle and he desperately tries to free himself.

Adams: I think Kain’s stuck! Watch out!

As Kain tries to free himself, Giani runs in with a devastating big boot to the chin of Kain.

SMACK!

Adams: That had to hurt!

Nick Jones rolls out of the way from Simon. He stands up quickly and ducks out of the way from a clothesline from Simon. He hits him with a hard right hand and then whips him hard into a headstone and Simon flips up over it. Looking to capitalize, Nicks springboards himself off of the top of the tombstone and lands a flying knee onto the chest of Simon.

Adams: That had to hurt!

Simone: Don’t you have anything more to add?

Adams: Shutup!

Seizing his opportunity, Nick goes to cover Simon and St. John drops for the count.

Adams: He hooks the leg!

One!
Two!

Just before Jasmine can slam her hand down for the third and final time, Giani drops a devastating double axe handle smash across the back of Nick Jones.

Adams: What a close call!

Di Luca picks both men up off of the ground and then head butts them both, sending them both back down to the ground. Giani grabs Simon and then lifts him up in to a high vertical suplex and sends him crashing down to the ground across a bunch of broken rocks and sticks. Both men writhe on the ground in pain.

Simone: Giani better pay better attention to what is on the ground in this graveyard.

Adams: I agree!

Simone: Glad you do, Jason.

Giani stands up first, but is quickly met by the now freed Kain, who leaps in the air and catches Giani with a huge enziguri to the back of the head, sending the Italian Stallion crashing down to the dirt, holding the back of his head. Kain rolls him over and nail Giani with a quick, stinging shot to the top of the head. Giani tries to cover up but Kain catches him with another stinging shot to the side of the head. Kain lift Giani to his feet and lifts him up in a scoop slam before turning around and slamming Giani hard in to the dirt. Kain rubs his foot in the dirt and scraps his boot across Giani's face, leaving a mark on his cheek.

Adams: Giani won't like that, it makes him less pretty.

Giani crawls away, but Nick Jones appears behind Kain, wrapping his arm around Kain's neck and pulling him down in a reverse DDT position, before dropping him down with a backbreaker. A confident smirk crosses Nick's face. Nick climbs back to his feet and pulls Kain up with him, quickly hooking his head and lifting him over in a snap suplex. Kain rolls over holding his back, but Nick moves quickly to his feet, pushing a boot down on to the small of Kain's back. Nick lifts his boot up and plants it down again on Kain back. Nick stands for a few second with a wide smirk, but Simon Jones appears behind him and pulls him down with a schoolboy pin! Simon holds his shoulders down and Jasmine drops down for the pin.

One!
Two!
Nick kicks out!

Simone: Simon nearly surprised Nick there.

Adams: Did you know that there's only one letter difference between your name and Simon's name?

Simone: You took your smart pills today.

Adams: Yes, they're called skittles and I really could taste the rainbow.

Nick gets to his feet and throws a shot at Simon, but Simon ducks and lifts Nick in the air, in an atomic drop position, but Giani moves towards him. He yells towards Simon and grabs Nick's legs, holding him up, before dropping him down with a double powerbomb!

Simone: Giani and Simon working together here.

Giani nods towards Simon, but quickly charges at him with a clothesline, almost taking the Birmingham natives head off his shoulder. Giani pulls him to his feet and moves behind Simon, wrapping his arms around him and lifting him over with a German suplex, planting Simon down. Giani quickly pulls Simon to his feet and charges him towards a standing tombstone, before releasing him and sending him hurtling in to the stone, cracking it on impact. Giani moves back and charges towards Simon, lifting his knee and aiming it towards Simon's head, but Simon moves out of the way and Giani tumbles over the grave stone.

Adams: Ha ha! Giani's got a mouthful of dirt!

Giani shakes his head, spitting out dirt, but Simon is already up on his feet. Simon stands on the tombstone and balances perfectly, before leaping off and planting an elbow on the back of Giani's head, forcing his face in the dirt. Simon quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover and Jasmine St John drops down to make the count.

One!
Two!
Giani flips a shoulder up.

Adams: Giani might wanna brush his teeth after eating that dirty. Mother always told me to brush my teeth after eating.

Before Simon can follow up on his full advantage, Kain grabs him by the arm and turns him around before delivering a spinning back handed fist that sends Jones staggering back. Kain then grabs him by the right arm and twists it into an arm wringer, then ducks under the limb and delivers a round house kick right into the face that floors Simon to the hard ground.

Adams: Man! Wrestling ring, graveyard ... it's all the same to Kain!

Simone: Yes it appears he is as capable of kicking ass in one as he is the other.

Kain then goes after the fallen Giani, but Nick Jones, having recovered, grabs Kain from behind and attempts a German suplex, but Kain hooks his foot back around Nick's ankle, blocking it. Kain then counters, ducking around behind Nick and tries the same, but Nick, the wily veteran, blocks the maneuver as well. Kain then grabs his arms from behind and attempts to pin them to his waist, but Nick struggles and there is a test of strength between the two!

Simone: Nick is trying to keep Kain from doing whatever it is that he has in mind, and given how dangerous a fighter Kain is, it's nothing good!

The two men then duck under each other's arms until Nick manages to get behind his opponent and he shoves him forward, and right into a spine buster on the ground by Giani.

Simone: Giani has definitely had the size and strength advantage between all four men in this battle.

Giani then turns around and Nick kicks him right in the solar plexus and brings him over with an overhead belly to belly

Adams: This is getting even more wild than I thought possible.

And as soon as Nick recovers from the brunt of his own move, he slowly stands up and turns around, and Simon launches himself off the top of a crypt but Nick ducks and he slams hard into Kain, sending both men falling back! They hit a gravestone and tumble back and over it -- and right into an open grave!

Adams: Why are there always open graves in our cemetery matches!?

Simone: Good planning!

Nick quickly moves up behind Giani who is slow to recover. The moment Di Luca stands back up, Nick grabs him and attempts the Best of All, one of his prized finishers, but Giani uses his size to suddenly bring Kain back in a release waistlock suplex, right into a grave marker half buried in the ground! Nick grabs the back of his head, and Giani drags him up and hits the Jersey Turnpike!

Giani covers him and hooks a leg!

One!
Two!
Nick kicks wildly to get free but Giani grabs a handful of tights for added measure!
Three!

Jasmine blows the whistle to call an end to the match and she points to Giani and raises his arm as he indulges in a round of self congratulations!

Justin: The winner of the match, and the new Number One Challenger for the SCW Heavyweight Championship -- Giani Di Luca!

Nick is furious, and holding his head he tries telling Jasmine about the pulling of his tights but she can do nothing as she did not see it! Giani just smiles in that smug manner of his and points to his arm and Jasmine has little choice but to raise it a second time, clarifying that he, indeed, is the victor.

Simone: And it is official! Like it or not, Giani Di Luca has a guaranteed shot at the Heavyweight title at our next Supercard spectacular!




Suddenly the Videoscreen in the arena comes to life.

Male voice: It's been a long time, a real long time.

Scene opens to a dark room with just a table under a light fixture with an exposed red light bulb and three wooden chairs. The bulb casts a red hue onto the table and chairs, anything else in the room is not visible and you can't tell if there IS anything else in the room anyway.

Male voice: I am no stranger to this business, I have given a lifetime of blood, sweat and tears for this business. You could say, I live and breathe this business. I have also been around for a long time, real long time. I have been an eager rookie, ready to do whatever I had to for a win, I have been in a position of power and control, I have won various titles in various federations for many years. I have also fallen from grace, only to rise up again, then fall once again. But my last appearance in this business left me a broken man, in fact, it left me so broken, I thought my career was over.

The sound of a car accelerating then tires squealing is heard, within a few seconds, the sound of the car hitting a body can be heard

Male voice: You see, someone thought I had outgrown my usefulness in this business and hired a hitman to take me out. I never did find out who the hitman was, nor did I find out who had hired them, the federation I was in at the time had closed shortly after the incident that left me laying in the hospital. Coincidence? Maybe, but perhaps my demise was the catalyst for the place closing down. You see, even if I wasn't as revelant in that federation, I was part of the glue that kept it together, as soon as I was taken out, the place started to crumble and within a few months it was closed. When it closed, I found myself not only unemployed, but also without the benefits from the company that would have paid for my recovery, thus, I was left to fend for myself and pay for all of my medical expenses. Fortunately, all my career I had saved up money, the money I saved was to be used for a chance at a higher education for someone very dear to me, instead, I had to use it all. I vowed I would come back and become the man I used to be, I vowed to return to the business even though it seemed to be finished with me, I vowed to simply LIVE.

The sound of various machines in a hospital can be heard, an ekg beeps, a ventilator hisses, various other machines beep and blip and sound like a hospital room

Male voice: It has taken me a long long time to get back here, and I may not be one hundred percent ready to return, but i'm not coming alone. All my career I have been pretty much a lone wolf. I started out in someone's stable, but they simply treated me like I was nothing but a body to run out and protect them. The suprise they all showed when I finally broke away from them and showed them I was not their whipping boy anymore was what drove me. As I broke free from my oppressors, I found that I couldn't trust anyone, not even family. Every person or faction I aligned myself with would eventually turn on me, or vice versa. I will admit, for almost my entire career, I believed I didn't need anyone but me, any pain that came my way, any opponent that came after me, any allied faction that seeked to destroy me, anyone who opposed me period, was my enemy. I fought them all off. Sure, I paid for my pride in blood many times, sure, I may have deserved a lot of those beatings, but I kept getting back up and coming back for more. Pain made me feel alive, pain made me want to keep doing what I was doing, pain was my power. The only way you were going to keep me down, was if you killed me. Well someone figured that out, and nearly succeeded.

Sound of a heart monitor flatline can be heard, then a commotion of doctors and nurses working franticly to revive the victim, and a steady heartbeat returns

Male voice: As hard as they tried, they failed. They left me a broken man, almost a dead man, but they made the mistake of not finishing me off. Perhaps they should have, perhaps only death can truly stop me. It took a long time, I wouldn't wish my struggle upon anyone, not even my worst enemy, (his voices raises to almost an angry shout) not even the bastards who put me in that situation in the first place! I, AM, PAIN, and PAIN IS MY POWER. Sin City, beware, if you're an evil soul, I will find you, and I will show you what true evil is. You see, I am not out for glory, I am not out for revenge, I am not out to find who attacked me and nearly ended my life, no, I am out to DOMINATE. But, I wont be alone, oh no, I will not be alone.

suddenly 3 large men, in druid-like outfits with hoods concealing their idenity sit at the three chairs

Leader: Sin City, are you ready to repent? Or, are you ready for PAIN? We're coming.

scene goes pitch black

Leader: WE'RE COMING!!

Demonic laughter




The group of Despayre, Rage, Angel and Big B, continue along the backstage area, each holding a large bag bursting with candy and treats given to them from wrestlers, staff and fans alike.

Big B: I can't believe so many people were giving out candy!

Despayre: I told ya! Dad promised me they would be and he always keeps his promises. Besides, nobody wanted to incur Angel's wrath.

Despayre paused and looked to Rage and Big B seriously.

Despayre: Teddy bears are very quick to anger when there's candy stinginess involved, you know.

Big B nods in understanding as Rage just rolls his eyes, and the group approaches a door marked with the name "Erik Staggs". Despayre knocks eagerly and calls out...

Despayre: Trick or Treat!

After a moment, the door opens and a surly looking Erik Staggs looks out at the quartet and shakes his head. He says nothing and just closes the door in their faces.

Despayre: Rude!

Rage reaches out and takes Despy by the shoulder.

Rage: Forget him. There's plenty others.

He leads them away, Despayre stealing looks back at the office door of Erik Staggs.




Backstage, we find Mercedes Vargas being interviewed. Wearing a Fidel hat with the New York Giants logo on it, the new Bombshell Roulette Champion is in a jovial mood entering into her tag match later on tonight.

Mercedes Vargas: For me I guess the fourth time was the charm, huh? I have to say, that was one tough match I had out there with Nessa and Traci at High Stakes III.

Cameraman: And to the victor goes the spoils.

Mercedes smiles as she glances at her title then back at the camera

Mercedes Vargas: And I was victorious, yes.

As Mercedes continues, the interviews cuts to highlights from the match.

Mercedes Vargas:You know, I almost feel bad for what happened out there two weeks ago. I mean, ending Nessa’s reign, especially on Canadian Thanksgiving weekend... I’ll never be able to forgive myself. Don’t get me wrong, she had a good little run with the title. She was a, how you say, transitional champion who made the seamless transition to a better champion.

The transition ends briefly as Mercedes again looks at her title, the back at the cameraman in anticipation for the next question.

Cameraman: We also saw Traci Patterson suffer a serious injury in the triple threat. What’s your reaction to that?

Mercedes Vargas: Bummer. No, but in all seriousness though, it’s unfortunate. What happened to Traci is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. SCDub was only giving her an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity at the title, and now this...

Again we make a smooth less transition back to the match, which is now in its final moments. Traci Patterson was on a roll and had momentum in her grasp before tragedy struck.

Mercedes Vargas: Landing awkwardly the way she did, there’s no doubt she probably has a concussion, maybe even twisted her ankle when she got caught up in the ropes. Again, it's almost heart wrenching this happened in such an intense match and I feel awful just thinking about what she must be going through right now. I wish Traci only the best, and I wish her a speedy recovery. Get well soon, Traci. Get well soon.

And now we return to the interview.

Cameraman: So tonight, your teaming with new Bombshell Champion Gothika to take on the new Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Misty and Vixen. Quite the odd-couple of a tag team match. Any final thoughts before the main event?

Mercedes Vargas: Well, for starters, finding myself again in the main event of the show should not come as a surprise. You know what they say about the cream rising to the top and all that. Usually, the main event is reserved for the World Champion, or the wrestler who is popular among the fans, but tonight just goes to show that I'm slowly but surely starting to become a rising star in the Bombshell Division and SCW. Besides, it's not every day we girls get this opportunity, you know? As far as the match goes, other than hoping Misty picked out her best tutu and that Vixen brought front-row tickets for the other reindeer, you know, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen? There's not much else to say. Just wish them good luck. Of course, I don't need luck. I'm already good. And the new Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Mercedes walks off as our scene fades.




The office door of Erik Staggs opens and the man himself steps out into the hall, carrying a large bag of Starburst in his hands. He closes the door, and locks it behind him. he then turns around and takes no more than a single step when a net on the floor pulls up underneath him and brings him high up into the air, trapped!

He accidentally drops the bag of candy to the floor and Despayre nonchalantly walks onto the scene and scoops it up, and simply walks off without a word.

Erik sighs audibly.

Erik: Christian warned me, but did I listen? Nooooooooo!




Backstage, the Mistress of the Dark, Elvira is seen sauntering through the back hallways with a large pumpkin in her arms, cradled firmly against her chest. She spots her targets and a sly smirk comes over her face as she meets up with Spike Staggs, standing outside of the NXT locker room area. She leans over a bit as she gently bumps into him.

Elvira: Hmmmm… I like them tall, pale, and dead looking… Care to reach inside of my… pumpkin? Just be careful, you never know what you might find in there…

Spike chuckles as he reaches his hand toward the bucket. He flinches a bit as Elvira moves, catching one of his knuckles as it grazes her ample bosom. Spike raises an eyebrow as he quickly reaches inside the bucket, pulling out a piece of paper. He hands it over to Elvira and she unfolds it, holding it over for Spike to see. His eyes widen as a smirk comes across his face. Elvira turns it around to show off to the camera. In spooky lettering, it reads “COSTUME MATCH” and the fans cheer in approval. Vixen steps out from the locker room and rubs onto Spike’s arm.

Vixen: What did we get? Light’s out? Blood Bath?

Spike: You… might want to go change into that costume, babe…

A small bit of relief is shown on Vixen’s face as she turns around and walks back into the locker room. Elvira slowly turns back to Spike, flirting with him a bit as we fade out to ringside…


Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas, is dressed in seductive black lingerie, having fun with the costume rule. She sports a long tail on her backside that she twirls in her hand, whipping it forward. The ears on her head are more clearly understood as she puts her claws up, scratching at the booing audience. She stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.

Justin Decent: The following Tag Team Match is scheduled for one fall and is dubbed Clash of the Bombshells! Introducing first… Coming at us from Buenos Aires, Argentina. Standing at 5 feet 7 inches, and weighing in at 127 pounds, she is your SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion… MERCEDES VARGAS!!!

Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains- perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight.

Justin Decent: And her partner, being accompanied by Darknyss … From Detroit, Michigan, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 165 pounds, she is your SCW Bombshell Champion… GOTHIKA!!!

The lights go out and eerie organ music starts to play softly accompanied by the screech of a raven. On the videotron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman. The beat of the music suddenly kicks in as the lights start to pulse blood red, and the silhouette reveals itself to be Gothika standing on the stage As the lights flash, we see Gothika sauntering forward, dressed as a dark-haired version of Super Girl with the “S” logo on her baby blue crop top. The lights go back to normal and she stands there unmoving, almost cold and emotionless for a few moments, then she throws her fist in the air as she hisses at the crowd, baring her fangs before she walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, and slithers to the middle of the ring before she climbs to her feet. She then climbs a turnbuckle, throws her fist into the air, hissing at the crowd again. She jumps down and goes across the ring to the other turnbuckle and throws her fist in the air again, hissing at the crowd. She then slowly climbs down and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

Justin Decent: And their opponents, … First, making her way to the ring from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada… standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is on half of your SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions… VIXEN!!!

The throbbing beat of You're Going Down by Sick Puppies is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention> She is dressed as The Queen of Hearts, with a ruby red crown and a golden scepter. She raises 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 Decent: And the final opponent… Coming at us from Chicago, Illinois… standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is the other half of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions… MISTY !!!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "The World Belongs To Me" by My Darkest Days begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, the enigmatic figure of Misty, fully cloaked in a black robe emerge from backstage.. She lowers her hooded robe to show off messy red spread around her mouth and white face paint with dark circles around her eyes. She looks from side to side, getting a few laughs before hissing out. She bares a cheap pair of plastic fangs before she bends over, laughing and pointing straight at Gothika. The fans join in on her laughter as she raises her arms up, methodically walking to the ring, ignoring the fans and focusing on Gothika inside of the ring. Misty ascends the ring steps and onto the apron, sneering right at Gothika. Misty walks to the center of the ring. She keeps an eye on Gothika while raising her arms in the air. Misty lowers her robe to the ground, kicking it away as she slowly backs up toward Vixen.

DING! DING! DING!

Misty and Vixen discuss in their corner exactly what they are going to do. After a brief moment, once they reach their decision, they are both smashed into the corner by a Body Avalanche from Mercedes. Her and Gothika stomp away at the two Bombshells, grinding them into the corner. Mercedes continues stomping away as Gothika backs up just a bit. Gothika dashes forward, landing a Dropkick to the opposing team as Mercedes moves out of the way. On the outside, Darknyss shouts out in approval. Gothika picks Vixen off of the mat and Mercedes peels Misty from the corner. They pull them a few feet apart before cracking their skulls together to a round of boos. Referee Jasmine St John stands there, watching the double attack, trying to figure out who is legal. Darknyss continues to clap her hands together as Gothika switches over to Misty. She mounts her, reaching down to choke her furiously. Mercedes swings Vixen into the ropes, and catches her on the rebound with a Frankensteiner.

Simone: Referee Jasmine St John has obviously forgotten what her job is. As far as I knew, this wasn’t a Tornado Tag Match. She needs to enforce the rules here.

Adams: Either way, Gothika and Mercedes are doing their best to do immediate damage. I would say they are rather successful.

Eventually, Jasmine comes over to the two, shouting at them, throwing her hands in the air as Gothika gets off of Misty. She grabs Vixen off of the mat, and Vixen smashes into Gothika, taking her over the top rope with her as they brawl on the outside. Mercedes and Misty get the official one-on-one start as Mercedes lifts the slightly smaller Misty off of the mat. To assert herself, she lifts Misty up into a Military Press Slam and drops her behind like a rag doll! In an almost cocky sort of display, Mercedes punt kicks Misty, rolling her over onto her back and she places a foot on top of her chest for a pin. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: Sorry, I can’t take my eyes off of Gothika and Vixen practically catfighting out in front of us in those scantily clad costumes. What just happened?

Simone: Misty powered out of a cocky pin by Mercedes who might just start taking Misty a little more serious now.

Mercedes steps off of Misty and walks a few paces back, walking around to show off a bit. She soaks in the fans boos before coming back to Misty, picking her up from the mat. As she does, Misty hits a Hiptoss across the ring and quickly turns around to face Mercedes. As she does, Mercedes goes for a monstrous Clothesline out of nowhere, but Misty ducks it. She turns around and leaps into the air with a hard kick that sends Mercedes backwards into the ropes. She jumps onto the top rope. Misty lets out an adrenaline induced roar before turning around. She rolls back gracefully with a Standing Moonsault to Mercedes, hooking the leg for a pin.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: Misty is bringing it back to her foes with a vengeance.

Simone: Mercedes doesn’t look as if she is taking that too well right now either as both team mates make it back to their corners.

Mercedes stands up and grabs onto Misty’s hair, pulling her to the center of the ring, just in time to see Vixen get back to her corner. Before she knows what hit her, Mercedes charges her like an angry bull. Vixen moves out of the way, and grabs onto Mercedes’s head, dropping her throat across the top rope in a small display of revenge. As she falls back, Misty comes out of nowhere, bringing her over with a German Suplex, bridging it into a pin.

1!

KICKOUT!

Adams: A good attempt by Misty, but Mercedes has proved many times in the past that she cannot be put away that easily.

Simone: If not only for that, but Gothika had one foot in the ring, ready to stop the pin from going past two.

Mercedes looks over to her impatient tag partner dressed like Supergirl, who is out for Misty’s blood… quite literally. She looks from side to side, waving Mercedes over toward her. Mercedes looks at her as Misty sneaks up behind her. Mercedes turns around to a Dropkick from out of nowhere that sends Mercedes down to the mat. Misty pulls her by the head and drags her over to the corner where she tags Vixen in. She steps back with Mercedes and picks her up by the side. She lays her back across her knee as Vixen climbs to the top rope. Vixen looks out before sailing off with a leg drop over Misty. Misty exits the ring, pleased with herself as Gothika shouts at the referee to do her job. Jasmine reluctantly scolds Misty who simply sticks her tongue out at Gothika. Vixen drops down for the cover.

1!

2!

Simone: Gothika in for the save! She doesn’t look too happy about this either.

Adams: She is arguing with the referee, but Jasmine St. John is a tough nut to crack!

Misty comes in from behind Gothika and drops down with a Falling Back Breaker on Gothika. Jasmine is quick to escort her outside of the ring while Gothika and Mercedes fling Vixen into the ropes, but the crazed Queen of Hearts comes back with a Tornado DDT on Mercedes, hitting a 619-like hit to Gothika at the same time. As soon as Gothika gets to the outside of the ring, Vixen swings Mercedes with all of her might into the corner where she collides with Gothika in what is a legal tag. Gothika stumbles a bit, nearly falling off of the apron from the collision. In frustration, she climbs inside of the ring and charges at Vixen with a Clothesline. Vixen ducks it and grabs onto Gothika’s head and goes for a Neckbreaker, but Gothika wiggles her way out of it. She turns around and plants a boot to Vixen’s gut. She shoves her head between her legs, setting her up for a vicious Powerbomb. Vixen Spears her into the nearest corner and then puts Gothika’s head between her legs. She struggles a second to get Gothika up, and then Gothika lifts her up and drops her behind her. She stomps away at Vixen before picking her up and tossing her into the corner. She smashes her face into the turnbuckle with force multiple times before turning her around. Gothika steps backward like a wolf, locked in on her prey as she moves to the center of the ring. She dashes forward and runs up to the second turnbuckle. Once there, she drops down and rolls Vixen over with a Monkey Flip that sends the Crazed Bombshell colliding with the mat.

Adams: Gothika has quickly turned this around, but it still seems like she is distracted by something.

Simone: The way she keeps eyeballing Misty, I think the rest of us on Planet Earth can figure out what that is.

As Gothika stalks closer to Vixen, she can’t help but tilt her head back with a laugh. She leans down and picks Vixen off of the ground and whips her toward the ropes. Vixen reverses them and swings with a clothesline, but Gothika ducks it. She bounces off of the opposing ropes with a Spear attempt, but Vixen jumps back out of the way. Gothika comes off of the other ropes and Vixen goes for a Back Body Drop, but Gothika Baseball Slides underneath her, stopping just in the right position to hit Vixen with a thrust punch to the throat. As Vixen stumbles backward, Gothika gets up and hits a Downward Spiral that rocks the mat. She hooks the leg on Vixen as Jasmine goes for a fast count.

1!

2!

2 ½!

KICKOUT!

Adams: Vixen just kicked out, so now it looks like we get to see this continue on. I could definitely stand seeing these Bombshells in these fantasy costumes, going at one another like...

Simone: Ugh, Jason… Now, we just might get to see Misty and Gothika finally get their hands on each other with all of this heat that has been brewing between these two lately..

Gothika pounds the mat in frustration as she gets up from the mat. She has an intense look on her face as she suddenly darts across the ring, sending a flying kick toward Misty, but Misty moves out of the way. They taunt each other while Mercedes shouts out from behind. Gothika turns around to see Vixen coming back at her, but Gothika rolls under her, causing Vixen and Misty to collide. On the outside, Darknyss clutches her stomach, laughing as Misty flies off of the apron and practically at her feet. Vixen looks stunned for a moment before ducking a Spear from Gothika. She grabs onto Gothika’s arms and takes her down with a Chicken Wing lock that nearly causes Gothika to tap out. Jasmine comes over to her and scolds her, refusing to acknowledge it. Instead he rips Vixen off of Gothika, who practically looks defeated on the ground. Vixen kicks as Jasmine forces her over to her corner in an unusual chorus of boos. Misty climbs onto the top rope, and Vixen goes for a slap to Jasmine, who instead ducks it.

Simone: Misty just received a slap from Vixen, a second consecutive accidental tag, and Darknyss looks as if she is about to pass out from laughing so hard.

Adams: This mix up between the teams is allowing Gothika to recover, and Jasmine is calling Vixen as the legal competitor. That is, until…

Misty has had enough of waiting on the outside. She reaches in and forces a tag to get in the match. Her and Vixen share a glare as Misty gets inside the ring. She leans down and picks Gothika up off of the mat, but Gothika scoops her up for a pin, putting her feet on the ropes as Darknyss holds onto Gothika’s feet for extra leverage. Vixen comes inside the ring, but Mercedes heads her off with a Flying Mare. Jasmine drops down for the count as Vixen struggles at her best to save her tag team partner.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: WHAT! I… I don’t believe it!

Having seen enough of this, Spike Staggs comes running down the aisle, causing Darknyss to loosen her grip just enough for Misty to power out of the pin! He gets in Darknyss’s face, letting her kindly know that she will not attempt that again. She smirks at him, getting in even closer as Vixen flings herself over the top ropes with a Suicide Dive to the cheating manager. Spike helps her up, but this only gives Mercedes and Gothika the chance to hit a devastatingly quick Electric Chair Drop on Misty before she even knew what hit her. Mercedes and Gothika slap hands with one another as Mercedes calmly walks to the ropes. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

Vixen hears the count begin and she immediately turns around to head for the ring. However, Darknyss has one last trick up her sleeve, violently ripping at Vixen’s gown, pulling it down to reveal a lacy black and red thong, getting a reaction from both Vixen and the audience. Spike tries to help cover her up

2!

Vixen brushes past Spike, dashing in under the ropes for the save, but she is just a millisecond too late as Jasmine’s hand drops down for another count.

3!

Justin Decent: Your winners… GOTHIKA AND MERCEDES VARGAS!!!

Simone: Not the cleanest of victories, but we finally got to see a short glimpse of Gothika versus Misty tonight.

Adams: There is no way that Jasmine didn’t see Gothika’s feet on the ropes, or Darknyss holding them down. Even I saw that!

Simone: I think even Stevie Wonder saw that one.

Adams: Isn’t he a blind man?

Simone: You’re finally catching on here…

Vixen checks on Misty as Mercedes cheers for herself and Gothika, shouting out above all of the boos ringing through the arena. Vixen glares up at the Bombshell and Bombshell Roulette Champions, muttering under her breath as Spike joins her. Darknyss climbs onto the ropes and raises Gothika’s and Mercedes’ arms up in the air. They turn around so that the audience can get a good glimpse of them celebrating. However, after just a moment. Misty breaks free from Vixen and leaps up, digging her nails into Gothika’s shoulders. She bares her fangs and bites right into Gothika’s neck as hard as she can, eliciting a hissing noise from the Vampyric Angel as Misty brings her down to the ground. Darknyss and Mercedes try to get involved, but Spike and Vixen stand firmly in their way, refusing to let them near.

Simone: As Gothika’s stable mate has said many tmes… Payback is a BITCH! That’s about all the time we have for tonight. I’m Belinda Simone…

Adams: And I’m Jason Adams. Have a safe and…

Both: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!




THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Sam, Derek, MK, Wong, Court, Mercedes, Goth, Maggie, The Saviors. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all our roleplayers.