The crowd is alive with energy inside of Harrah's Laughlin Hotel & Casino Grandstand in Laughlin, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage, clad in his sexy 'Chippendales' uniform of black spandex pants and matching boots, white collar with black tie and white cuffs. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the stands and the rows of seats around the ring itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Harrah's Laughlin Hotel & Casino Grandstand, in Laughlin, Nevada, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda steps out onto the stage, dressed in a golden Laughlin showgirl's costume, complete with flamboyant headdress and matching high heels. She sashays around the top of the stage as the performance begins!
Amanda: If I were a girl even just for a day
If I were a girl would I still look like a guy?
If I were a girl I could mess with the guys.
If I were a girl I'd have the nicest legs.
No I don't really know if I want to change back.
Oh if I were a girl I don't think I'd ever understand
I'd roll out of bed in the morning and wonder what just happened to me.
Oh no don't tell me they're real.
Yeah I think they're real.
Something else is missing
Where the heck's my PENIS!
No I wont put on make up but I might just want to give that bra a try.
No, no not like that I mean
When we get a nice dinner I'll make sure they buy.
I could seduce them.
Show them my nice behind.
Yo Zach check out that A... OMG
Ha gotcha. You totally like guys!
I refuse to cook in the kitchen but I'm pretty dang good with the microwave.
If I were a girl please don't get mad if I'm mean.
I'm not used to my body this monthly thing is kinda new to me.
Because I like my new hair and the guys love my
FACE what!
How it feels to be a girl.
God please change me back to a man!
If I were a girl.
The crowd cheers and applauds as the song comes to a close. Amanda prances around the stage for a fair few moments, blowing kisses and posing for photo ops before she vanishes backstage, behind the curtains.
Simone: Hello and welcome to SCW Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm having a lazy day, but you can call me Jason Adams
Simone: Happy new year to all our fans, tonight, we give you a new years present with six big matches, with three championships on the line.
Adams: That's like half our championships!
Simone: Didn't know you was good at Maths, Jason.
Adams: I'm not, but luckily for me, the guy writing this is.
Simone: Um, ok then. But before we get down to talking about the matches. A huge congratulations goes out to Simon Jones and his wife Jacqueline on becoming parents earlier today. We know Simon is watching, and has sent us a pre-recorded video to show tonight, but we wish you the very best as you wrestle parenthood.
Adams: Congrats from us all at SCW, we expect your Facebook page to now be covered in baby pics.
Simone: We kick off tonights show with a Bombshell Roulette title on the line as Amy Marshall defends against Mercedes Vargas.
Adams: These two women know each other well, battled many times, but the X factor is this one is guest ref Joanne Canelli.
Simone: Very true. The unlikely alliance of Mickey Carroll and Jimmy Ringo raised a few eyebrows, but tonight, we get to see what they can do as a team because they will be in action as they take on Connor Murphy and the Fearless One, Steve Ramone.
Adams: We have heard that Ben Jordan and Jordan Williams are in the building, so Mickey and Jimmy will have to have their eyes peeled
Simone: Eric Steel is back in SCW action tonight, with his last chance to prove himself, but he faces a tough challenge as he takes on Kain.
Adams: Kain is a dangerous man at the best of times, but not hearing from his opponent this week has made him angrier than usual.
Simone: Roulette title on the line tonight. Jeremiah Hardin has been a vicious force since his return, some tipping him for main event status in 2014, but tonight, the Big Tiger takes on his biggest challenge to date, the very mysterious, Brother Grimm, with Casey Williams as guest referee.
Adams: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOGEYMAN!
Simone: Get out from under the desk Jason, he's not here yet.
Adams: I was just um, admiring your shoes.
Simone: Get up!
Adams: Ok mom!
Simone: Moving on, Triple Threat Bombshell action today too as the highly touted J.D Phoenix is action as she takes on Necra Octavian Kane and the heavy metal bombshell, Jessie Salco!
Adams: All three of these ladies will be trying to get a foothold now and climb towards the top of SCW. New year, new contenders for titles and either of these three ladies can step up and be among the best in SCW
Simone: Main event time. The popular duo of Jon Dough and Aaron Matthews picked up the tag team titles at the last supercard. Tonight they defend them against a team who retuned recently, future SCW legends, Guns For Hire.
Adams: I was shocked when Guns For Hire returned, and tonight, they get a chance to send a message to our every growing tag team division. Anyways, lets get this party started cause I just got a message from Marge to make a Twitter account and I can't commentate and create a Twitter account, so lets get this one rolling!
The camera fades in a dark stage, backlit in red lights. A man, dressed in a blue suit, walks toward the camera. His light brown hair is parted to the side and the light blue tie he is wearing matches the sparkle in his eye. He gets close to the camera and smiles.
KC: My name is Kenny Chisholm. The show you’re about to watch is going to be awesome. In fact, it’s gonna be fan-super-tastic. Every week the stars of SCW’s Climax Control put their bodies on the line for your entertainment and the chance at championship gold. It’s so damn cool that I’ve decided to start my own show, completely dedicated to the men and women of Sin City Wrestling.
Each week we’ll take a look back to the previous show’s action, we’ll recap all of the highlights, and we’ll give you a preview of what’s to come. But my favorite part…
The camera focuses in on Kenny’s devilish grin.
KC: We’re gonna talk about the juicy, dirty, crazy stuff going on backstage. Don’t miss it every week…on the HOTWIRE.
Kenny begins to walk off stage and the camera zooms out. The farther it zooms out we can see that the red lights in back of the stage are actually a giant ‘HOTWIRE’ sign.
Backstage, Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen with devilish smile on his face. He strolls through the halls, stopping as he sees Casey Williams. Hot Stuff looks up at Casey, the smile all over his face.
HS: Casey! The baldest guy on the SCW roster and just the guy I was looking for.
Casey looks down.
Casey: What do you want?
HS: Well a night rolling around stark bollock naked with twelve Playboy bunnies, but I need to talk business.
Hot Stuff winks at Casey.
Casey: I hate it when you have that look on your face.
HS: That's my normal look.
Casey: Exactly.
HS: So not nice, when I was about to do you a favour.
Casey just continues to stare at Hot Stuff.
HS: You see Casey, I'm in a devilish mood tonight, and well, you know I like to screw around with things every now and again, just because.... well, I can and now is the time.
Casey: What are you talking about?
HS: Well now, you're refereeing the Roulette Championship match tonight, right?
Casey: Right.
Hot Stuff shakes his head.
HS: Wrong.
Casey: What?
HS: I'm doing you a favour and putting you up close to the very sexy Amy Marshall, and the very sexy Mercedes Vargas, and let's be honest, those two, hot as hell. You are going to be refereeing the Bombshell Roulette match, and Joanne is gonna get up close and personal to Hardin and Grimm.
Casey looks confused.
Casey: Why would you do that?
Hot Stuff smirks.
HS: Because I can Casey. Now you better get a move on, cause your match is opening the show. Tonight is gonna be a good show.
Hot Stuff walks off smiling, Casey stares down the camera.
Casey: I hope you're watching Simon. You think this roulette match is gonna be brutal, wait till I get my hands on you
The camera fades out.
The scene opens moment after the opening sing song and introductions from the commentators, where we see Amy Marshall standing with Scott Oliver, the Roulette title draped across her shoulder and Amy in her wrestling attire, as she prepares for her second title defence.
Stoner: “Here with me…”
Before Scott could finish, Amy snatches he mic from Scott.
Amy: “Right now, I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry at your utter stupidity… you see Mercedes I wasn’t scared, nervous or biting my nails, I was enjoying the match but the only emotion that was coming from me was merely concern for your well being.
All I saw throughout the match was Traci, Lizzie and Joanne beating your dumb whore ass… and I was worried that they might end your career.
But don’t worry, I am not at all concern any more, just stumped at how the hell you won that match.
So going back to your utter stupidity… do you remember what I said just before going out to face you?
Shall I refresh your obviously clouded memory?
‘Nobody gives a crap about past facts about what I’ve said and done.’
So there you go again about past facts and about retiring me from the last company… sorry but no you didn’t. I decided to leave… it didn’t matter if I had won or lost, I was gone. But hey continue to brag about that… everyone know its bullshit.
Also all you are doing right now is clutching at straws… you are desperate and saying anything to make yourself look good and relevant. But you know what… at the end of the day actions speak louder than words, and when we shortly step into that ring and I beat you once more, I will continue to prove that I am better than you and you need to give up and go home and play pretend wrestlers with your replica title.
Because that’s the closest you are going to get for a long long time.
And history will show that I am the better person and you are nothing more than a blip in date, time and space.”
Amy walks off and heads towards to the entrance, as she gets ready for her match against Mercedes.
Backstage we find the challenger to tonight's first mach up, Mercedes Vargas, standing with Miss Rocky Mountains. They're on either side of the Roulette Wheel, showing various slots with the possible stipulations for tonight.
Miss Rocky: Ladies and Gentleman, we're about to find the stipulation for tonight's Bombshell Roulette title match. The challenger, Mercedes Vargas, was given the honor of spinning the wheel tonight. Mercedes, whenever you are ready.
Mercedes: Fantastic. Lets find out how I'm going to win back my Roulette Title.
Mercedes grabs a hold of the wheel and wastes no time in spinning it. Round and round it goes, passing up stipulations such as Ladder Match and Street fight. As it comes back around, slower and slower, it looks like it is about to land on Regular match, but it makes its stop on...
Mercedes: Powderpuff Hardcore Match? What the hell is that?
Miss Rocky: Your guess is as good as mine. I've never seen this one before. Better head out to the ring to find out. Good luck Mercedes.
Mercedes stares at the roulette wheel for a moment, contemplating over in her head what the rules for this match could be. She walks away a few moments later, heading towards the curtain to make her entrance.
Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman our first match of the evening is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, and by a spin of the wheel, this match has been decided as a Powderpuff Hardcore Match!
Adams: I'm not sure what that is, but I love the sound of it!
Justin Decent: The rules of the match are very similar to a normal Hardcore match, with one difference. Instead of using regular, more dangerous weapons, the ladies will have free use of everything that you see that surrounds the ring.
Everyone in attendance looks around the ring, the curiosity only growing. Surrounding the ring is a plethora of "weapons" such as pillows, blankets, toilet paper, nylon stockings and...
Simone: Teddy bears? They honestly expect them to use Teddy Bears as weapons?
Adams: Well this should be interesting.
Justin Decent: Introducing first is the special guest referee for tonight's match, already in the ring. He is a former SCW Roulette and SCW Tag Team Champion...Casey Williams!
The crowd boos viciously as Casey Williams stands in the ring, donning a striped shirt with a smug look on his face.
Adams: I'd still like to know why Mark decided to switch the referees. How is this better than three hot women in the ring at the same time?
Simone: Does Mark need a reason to do the things he does? You'll just have to live with Casey refereeing this one and Joanne refereeing the men's match later on. Simple as.
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 stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin Decent: Introducing the challenger, making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes is looking very confident tonight as she hopes to recapture the Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Adams: Yeah, but with use of..weapons like this, how easy will that be? Amy isn't going to allow herself to lose by getting beat up by a teddy bear!
Simone: I guess we're about to find out.
The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the sound system.
Justin Decent: And introducing next, weighing in at 128lbs...From Juneau, Alaska...She is your SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion...The Punk Princess...AMY MARSHALL!!!!!
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohh
Scream
No sooner had those lyrics finished, the guitar cuts back in and strobe lighting begins to flicker.
A chill runs up your spine
it crawls into your brain.
The freezing touch of fear.
Amy appears at the top of the ramp with the Roulette Title around her waist, where she surveys her surroundings before raising her arms to make an X sign.
It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you...Scream
Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and heads to the center of the ring, in between Casey and Mercedes. She removes her Roulette Championship from around her waist, reluctantly handing it over to Casey. He takes it from her hands, and raises it above his head, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. Mercedes looks at the title, then back to Amy as she begins trashing talking the champion.
Simone: Mercedes better be careful. Pissing off Amy this early could backfire on her.
Casey hands the belt over to the ring attendant as Mercedes and Amy exchange heated words. They're too busy spitting venom at one another that neither realizes when Casey calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Amy stands there quietly laughing as Mercedes tries to rile her up. It doesn't work at first, but Mercedes suddenly says something that Amy doesn't like. The champ narrows her eyes at her foe, and a satisfied smile grows on Mercedes face.
Simone: What did she say? What did Mercedes just say to Amy?
Adams: I have no idea, but Amy is really pissed...and hotter than ever!
Mercedes looks around, proud at whatever she said, and the second she looks away from Amy is the second she is regretting making that decision. Amy tackles her to the mat and begins laying in a series of vicious lefts and rights, trying to wear her down quickly. She slams Mercedes' head into the mat a couple times until Casey Williams has to intervene and pulls the feisty Bombshell off of her challenger.
Amy: Get the hell off of me!
Amy's fighting doesn't do much good against the giant Casey Williams, and he finally lets her go, backing her into one of the corners. He points a finger at her, warning her to stand back while he checks on Mercedes. Mercedes has crawled into the opposite corner, holding the back of her head as she glares at Amy. Amy rolls her eyes and looks around for anything she can use against Mercedes, not finding anything they are given to be of much use. As she exits the ring and rummages through the "weapons", Mercedes exits on the other side, doing the exact same thing, trying to think of anything that she can use.
Simone: Both of these women are at a loss right now, Jason. They're too focused on figuring out how to inflict damage with these unusual weapons, but neither of them knows what to do.
Adams: I can think of one thing I'd like to see...
Amy is looking around at what has been given to them to use, growing frustrated at what she finds. She picks up a roll of toilet paper, staring at it completely confused.
Amy: Toilet paper?! Are you serious?! How the hell are any of these weapons?!?!
She tosses the toilet paper down to the floor, not even paying attention to what is going on behind her. Mercedes is slowly stalking her, holding a pillow behind her back with a smile on her face. Amy starts tossing around teddy bears and blankets, growling as she feels she can use nothing against Mercedes. The fans yell at her to watch out and just as she turns around...
WHAM!
Adams: Pillow fight! YES!
Simone: And every teenage boys' dream just came true. Sadly, this pillow fight may be one sided.
Mercedes hit Amy hard enough in the face with the pillow that she sent the champ stumbling back into the barricade right in front of the fans. Amy is seeing stars after that hit, and she shakes her head, trying to see straight again. Mercedes is going to hit her one more time, but Amy shakes off the final stars just in time to see her coming and she spears Mercedes to the floor! She grabs the pillow from Mercedes' hands and places it right over the challengers face, suffocating her!
Adams: Okay, this is not the pillow fight I was hoping to see. Mercedes can't breathe!
Simone: Turnabout is fair game, Jason. And all Casey Williams can do is stand back and watch unfortunately.
Indeed Casey Williams can't do much about this, as it is a hardcore match, but he tries to get Amy to back off. Amy yells at him, as she continues suffocating Mercedes with the pillow, and Mercedes frantically fights as she is further deprived of more oxygen. Her arms move around, trying to search for anything she can use until she feels something and grabs a hold of it. She swings it around madly until she finally hits Amy in the head, but it doesn't do much damage.
Simone: I don't believe what I've just seen. Mercedes just hit Amy in the head with a...a teddy bear!
Adams: A lot of good that did. Amy didn't even flinch!
Mercedes is still franctically hitting Amy with the teddy bear, trying to get her to pull the pillow away from her face. Her fighting starts to get slower and slower, when suddenly, the crowd goes wild and Casey Williams turns and looks towards the ramp to see what the commotion is about.
Adams: Despayre and Angel to the rescue!!
Amy even has to break away from Mercedes to see what is going on, and she spots Despayre, clutching Angel, dashing down to the ring with a panicked look on his face! Casey shouts at him to go backstage but Despayre just shouts at Casey and sticks his tongue out at him and he begins scooping up all of the teddy bears around the ring, saving them! Amy stands there, scratching her head, and Despayre runs over, taking the teddy bear out of Mercedes hands and darts away.
Simone: This has to be the most bizarre match I've seen in a while, Jason. These two were actually given Teddy Bears to use as weapons, and Despayre and Angel just came out to save them. Nevermind the fact that Amy was suffocating Mercedes.
Adams: They had to! Who on earth would let them use teddy bears as a weapon?! Teddy bears are people too!
Simone: Ummm...
As Despayre dashes back up the ramp and backstage after his heroic moment, Amy shakes her head and turns around. Mercedes has made it back to her feet, unsteadily, and she is leaning against the ring. She delivers a hard boot to Amy's gut, then lunges forward delivering a vicious uppercut as she tries to regain her composure. Amy isn't effecting that much by the shots, and she delivers a hard knee to Mercedes, then shoves her, causing Mercedes' back to bounce of the ring. Mercedes arches her back in pain, then Amy takes a hold of Mercedes, sliding her back in the ring under the bottom rope before she starts tossing in a few "weapons" soon after. Pillows, blankets, toilet paper and something else...
Simone: Is that a can of whipped cream? This has to be someone's version of a fantasy match or something. I bet this was Mark Ward's idea.
Adams: I solemnly swear that I didn't rig the roulette wheel...
Simone: Jason! You do realize that the men's match could have easily landed on this stipulation, right?
Adams: What? I said it wasn't me!
Simone: Uh huh...sure.
When Amy slides back into the ring she is quickly met with a kick to the back of the head from Mercedes, and Mercedes begins laying in kick after kick after kick, increasing in viciousness each time. Casey Williams keeps a close eye, almost watching with a sick satisfaction as Mercedes continues her attack on the champion. She looks around at the weapons Amy threw in, reaching down and grabbing a pair of...Nylon stockings?
Simone: I wonder what she plans....Oh nevermind.
Adams: What was that about turnabout being fair game, Belinda?
Mercedes is wrapping the stockings tightly around Amy's neck, now cutting off her air supply. She ties a knot, then reaches down, grabbing another pair and as Amy is trying to untie the stockings from around her neck, Mercedes wraps her arms behind her back and ties them together with the other pair! Amy is completely helpless as she fights to get any oxygen into her lungs, and Mercedes pulls her to her feet, though Amy's face is slowly starting to turn blue. Mercedes delivers a DDT then covers Amy. Casey drops down for the count!
1...
2...
3--NO! Amy kicks out at the last second!
Simone: I don't believe it! Amy can't even breathe and she still managed to kick out! Unbelievable!
Amy can barely move as she chokes to get her breath back. She tugs and pulls at the stockings around her arms, slowly stretching them until she is able to break free. A frustrated Mercedes gets back to her feet, pulling Amy with her, not noticing that Amy is ripping the stockings away from her neck. Mercedes is about to irish whip Amy into the ropes, but Amy reverses it sends Mercedes against the ropes. Mercedes rebounds back and ducks as Amy attempts the clothesline and rebounds off the opposite set of ropes. She rebounds back and sends Amy back down to the mat with a hard shoulder block.
Simone: Anyone's game here, Jason. Both are proving why they are deserving champions.
Amy secretly grabs the can of whipped cream and as Mercedes stands over the champion, Amy trips her, bringing her crashing down to the canvas. Amy rolls Mercedes on to her back, then kneels over her. She pulls the top off of the whipped cream and shakes it, sticking the nozzle right into Mercedes' mouth then squeezes, causing Mercedes to choke on a mouthful of whipped cream, then she hits Mercedes over the head with the can and stands up. Mercedes spits the whipped cream out, wiping her face.
Adams: I think I have a box of tissues that work wonders for that...
Simone: JASON!
Adams: What? Oh...right...There are rolls of toilet paper right there that work just as good.
Simone: I'm sorry folks, I'm not entirely sure we're even still on the air after that comment.
Amy is about to get back to her feet, bringing Mercedes with her, but Mercedes spits a mouthful of the whipped cream/saliva right into Amy's eyes, temporarily blinding her. She elbows her in the midsection then jumps back to her feet as Amy furiously fights to get her sight back, but Mercedes kicks Amy in the midsection then spins around, setting her up for the Gory Bomb!
Simone: Oh no! Amy better hurt before...
Adams: It's too late! She did it! Mercedes hit the Mercy Shot!
Amy goes completely limp and Mercedes rolls her over, dropping down and hooking the leg. Casey Williams drops down for the count.
1..
2..
3!!
DING! DING! DING!
Casey Williams calls for the bell as Mercedes jumps to her feet, celebrating and Casey raises her hand in victory.
Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner and the NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion....MERCEDES VARGAS!!!
Simone: Mercedes has done it! She's a two time Bombshell Roulette Champion! Amy fought like hell, but it just wasn't enough.
Casey Williams hands Mercedes her roulette title, and she snatches it from him, clutching it tight to her chest. Meanwhile, Amy starts to come to, holding her head, and looking around trying to figure out what happened. She sees Mercedes holding the Roulette title and shakes her head, disappointedly, watching Mercedes leave the ring with the title and ring officials enter the ring to check on the now former champion.
The camera cuts to Jimmy Ringo’s dressing room. He is laying face down on a massage table as a tall, blonde, female, massage therapist rubs his back. He lies with his head to the side with his Gucci sunglasses on. Standing across from him is his assistant April, wearing a gray skirt and a pink blouse, leans up against the wall staring at her iPhone.
April: James, we must let Mr. Runner know about our itinerary for the week of the fifteenth. If we are planning to-
Ringo: Shut up, bitch. Can’t you see I’m in the middle of my beautification? We don’t talk business during rub down time.
April: Right. Look all I’m saying is-
Ringo: God damn it, woman!
Ringo pushes off the massage therapist and sits up. He dismisses the woman and she leaves the dressing room.
Ringo: Ya happy now? First my tan lines are ruined and now my massage? Next you gonna blow up my mani-pedi?
April: James-
Ringo: Money…
April: Money, we’ve got to nail down this schedule. You’ve hired me to take care of these things and unfortunately some of them can’t be completed without you’re input.
Three loud knocks are heard at the door and April looks up at Jimmy, confused as to who might be at the door.
Ringo: Don’t just stare at me...answer it.
April rolls her eyes a bit and then walks over to the front door of the dressing room. She pulls open the door and in walks Mickey Carroll, nearly pushing her over.
April: Excuse me?
Mickey: Shut up fun bags. Where’s me mate, Jimmy?
Ringo: Mickey, my Irish English mother fucker!
Jimmy jumps up off of the table to greet his new friend.
Mickey: Oi, mate. Was kind of wondering where this whole thing is going? I mean, yeah, we kicked in Ben and Jordan’s teeth last week, and we’re going to do it each and every time we meet in the ring, but what’s the plan?
Mickey has a slightly distrustful look upon his face as he simply stares at Jimmy for a moment.
Ringo: The plan? First the plan is to have a drink. Get this man a Guinness, bitch.
April reluctantly grabs a large can of Guinness out of the small fridge and hands it Mickey. Mickey reaches over and gives Jimmy a high five as he cracks the can open with his other hand.
Mickey: That plan is the tits, mate!
Ringo: Now split, woman. Men have some talking to do.
April rolls her eyes again at Jimmy before leaving the room as Mickey lifts the can to his lips.
Ringo: You want a cigarette? Have a cigarette…
Jimmy holds out a pack of cigarettes as Mickey grabs two out of the pack. He throws one up behind his ear and the other he presses firmly between his lips. He leans forward as Jimmy stretches out a lit lighter and he lights his smoke. He holds out his can of beer and knocks it against Jimmy’s bottle of champagne and the two men have a drink.
Mickey: So now that we got the party started…what’s the plan, mate? No jokes, no bullshit. I didn’t tell everyone I know to fuck off fer nothing…
Ringo: The plan? The plan is to become Iconic, to take over the world in the freshest way possible. It starts tonight with these two trash bags and then on to bigger and better things.
Mickey: Ben…
Ringo: Not just Ben. Not just that old-timer Jordan Williams either. One by one, Mickey. One by one we’re gonna get them all.
The two men knock drinks again as twisted grins come over their faces.
Backstage, Connor Murphy is standing with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he regards the poster for tonight’s Climax Control. Beside him, Devlin can’t help but snicker at his concern, one hand wiping at his mouth to try and hide the goofy grin.
Connor Murphy: It ain’t funny.
Devlin Lefebvre: You’re right…it *snicker* isn’t.
Connor glares at his friend then turns to slap his shoulder with a backhand causing Devlin to grab at his shoulder and glare back.
Connor Murphy: I said it ain’t funny. How would you like it if they spelled your name wrong?
Devlin Lefebvre: How can they spell Devlin wrong?
Connor Murphy: I was thinkin’ Lefebvre ya idiot.
Devlin Lefebvre: They don’t write my name out. Besides, I doubt that Vixen would let em spell it wrong.
Getting a smirk on his face, Devlin returns the backhand to Connor which only makes him once again backhand Devlin starting a tussle that moves its way from the card’s posting to the catering table where Vixen can be seen reaching for something. The locked up pair of wrestler and manager slam into Vixen sending her face first into the catering table where she lands in the middle of the condiments. The pair stands back and shares a look of worry as Vixen slowly straightens up. On one side of her NXT shirt’s chest is ketchup and on the other side of the chest is a yellow smear of mustard as potato chips rain down from her hair.
Connor Murphy: That ain’t funny.
Devlin Lefebvre: You’re right…it *snicker* isn’t. But I suggest that we find somewhere safe…
Glaring at the pair, Vixen shakes her head and lets a stream of curses escape as the pair makes good their own escape.
Vixen: No where is going to be safe for you two!
Devlin Lefebvre: Love ya Vixie!
Connor Murphy: Yeah, what he said darlin’!
Vixen growls and moves towards her locker room. As she pushes the door open, Misty exits and gives her a look.
Misty: Is that…
Vixen: Long story, don’t ask. I’m going to get cleaned up then I am going to need someone to talk me out of murder.
Misty nods slowly as Vixen shoots her a smile and heads into the locker room.
The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Cyrus King and “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone chatting backstage, presumably about Steve’s tag team match later on tonight where he’ll team up with Connor Murphy to take on “Real Money” Jimmy Ringo and Mickey Carroll.
Simone: Last week this unlikely team was formed to combat The Saviors but now no-one’s even sure if they’ll be around anymore.
Adams: With competition like them can you blame them?
Cyrus: So Craftsteak was that good?
Steve: Damn straight! Best steak I’ve ever tasted! You should definitely take Miranda there for your anniversary Cyrus.
Cyrus: I will! So, you disappointed about Murphy?
Steve: I wanted to give the kid the benefit of a doubt but, well, if there’s one thing I learned from my time in the GWA it’s that if a guy doesn’t promote a match once he won’t promote any other matches!
Cyrus: I thought that place was so cutthroat that they’d fire you for not promoting a match without a good reason?
Steve: It was and they did, I saw many guys come and go in that fed! So are you interested in Blast from the Past II?
Cyrus: I am, I signed myself up for it, you?
Steve: Looks interesting but if you’re competing I won’t sign myself up I don’t want to risk our alliance if our teams end up fighting each other!
Steve responds and Cyrus nods.
Cyrus: Speaking of teams, your match is next by my watch.
Steve nods before walking off.
Justin: The following contest is a tag team match. Introducing first....
Warrior’s Code by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.
Justin: Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada…Connor MURPHY!
Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. With a smirk and a nod at Simone, he motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.
Simone: Disgusting bast...
Adams: Not in front of the kiddies.
Justin: And his partner....
“Live it Up” by Airborne hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp.
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by his wife, Charlotte, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is the Fearless One, Steve Ramone!
Once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve’s opponent.
Justin: And their opponents...
“REAL MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND”
‘C.R.E.A.M.’ by the Wu Tang Clan quietly starts to play through the speakers as the crowd starts to boo. Out steps Jimmy ‘Real Money’ Ringo along with Mickey Carroll. Ringo stands in his shiny black wrestling trunks with a chrome “$” sign on one side. He holds both ends of the white towel wrapped around his neck as he smiles and waves at the booing crowd members. Mickey, standing in black and green wrestling gear, raises his arms and enjoys the boos raining down on him, giving a twisted sort of smile.
Justin: Making their way to the ring, the team of Mickey Carroll and Jimmy “Real Money” Ringo!
Crowd: BOO!
Adams: These two men have formed an improbable alliance, probably out of their mutual hatred toward Ben Jordan.
Simone: How about that they are just two talented wrestlers looking to climb the ladder in the tag division, Adams? Geez can you be anymore thick headed?
The lights from the ceiling reflect off of the Gucci sunglasses that Ringo has on covering his face. The two men make their way up to the steel steps and then slowly slip in between the ropes. Jimmy reaches over toward Justin and grabs the microphone. He puts it up to his lips and tries to speak but he’s drowned out by the crowd’s booing. He smiles for a moment before quieting them down.
Ringo: My name is Real Money and I am better than you.
Crowd: BOO!
Ringo: I know it’s hard for all ya trash bags in Las Vegas to understand that. I know it’s tough to watch someone as talented and good looking as Real Money when all yas have to look in the mirror each day. When ya gotta go home and look at your fat wife or your pimple faced kids and tell them how sorry you are that ya just ain’t got what it takes to be a real man. Not everyone can be the freshest playa on the planet. Not everyone can be your Icon…
Crowd: Ringo Sucks! Ringo Sucks! Ringo Sucks!
Ringo smiles as he passes the microphone over to Mickey.
Mickey: Listen up ye bloody tossers! Ye can chant all ye want, but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re here to crack some fuckin’ skulls and get paid. Tonight is the preview for what is to come, so keep a close eye on this, Benny boy…
Mickey flips the microphone back to Justin as the two decide who will start the match first.
Drew Patton calls for the bell
DING DING DING!
Carroll and Ramone start off in the ring.
Simone: This is an interesting combo to kick things off
Both men circle each other, looking across the ring, before locking up. Carroll forces Ramone back to the ropes and Drew Patton calls for the break.
Adams: Break it up Mickey
Carroll breaks but Ramone instantly nails him in the eye. Carroll stumbles away but Ramone steps in and holds Carroll's head with his left hand and nails him with a shot with his right hand, sending Carroll to the canvas, holding his face. Ramone puts his hands out to his sides, lapping up the cheers from the crowd, before moving over to Carroll, lifting him off his feet and planting another shot to the side of the head, sending him back against the ropes. Ramone moves in, taking Carroll by the wrist and tossing him towards the opposite rope. As Carroll runs back towards Ramone, Ramone spins around and catches Carroll with a spinning back elbow. Ramone stands up, his arms to the side once more, drawing cheers. Ramone pulls Carroll to his feet and catches him in jaw with a sharp punch. Carroll turns around with his back towards Ramone. Ramone wraps his arms around his waist and lifts Carroll over with a German suplex, bridging up and holding Carroll's shoulders down. Drew drops down to count
1
2
Carroll quickly kicks out
Simone: Close to finishing too soon
Adams: Common problem with men
Carroll rolls on to his knees, but Ramone is already on his feet, throwing shots at Carroll's chest with his boot, kicking him hard in the chest. Ramone pulls Carroll to his feet and pulls him in towards his corner, reaching his hand out, for Murphy to tag in.
Adams: Murphy in.
Murphy jumps over the top rope as Carroll is pulled to his feet by Ramone. Ramone holds Carroll up and Murphy slams shots in to his ribs.
Simone: Good team work from Steve and Connor
Ramone leaves the ring. Murphy pulls Carroll to his feet and whips him hard in to another corner. Murphy charges in and clotheslines Carroll in the corner. Carroll stumbles out of the corner and Murphy quickly jumps on to the second rope, as Carroll turns around, Murphy jumps off and catches Carroll with a floatover neckbreaker. Murphy stands up and stomps on Carroll and quickly pulls him up and moves behind him. Murphy lifts Carroll up and nails him with an atomic drop. Carroll stumbles away, and Murphy gets ready for the spear. He charges at Carroll, but Carroll side steps and Murphy hits the ropes, with his stomach bend through the ropes. Carroll quickly charges at Murphy and drops an elbow across the spine of Murphy. Murphy stands up and turns in towards the waiting Carroll. Carroll charges at Murphy and spears him to the floor! Murphy rolls over and Carroll moves towards Ringo and tags him in to huge boos from the crowd.
Simone: Mr ego himself is in the ring now!
Murphy stands up but Ringo bulldozes him with a strong clothesline, knocking him down to the ground. Murphy bounces back up and Ringo nails him with a second clothesline. Murphy gets back to his feet and Ringo picks him up and drops him with a spinning spinebuster. Ringo springs to his feet, his arms out wide, arrogantly smirking towards the boosing fans. Ringo picks Murphy up to his feet and nails him with a shot to the jaw, sending him backwards. Murphy stumbles forward towards Ringo and Ringo hooks him up and lifts him up in a vertical suplex. Ringo bounds to his feet as Murphy rolls over holding his back. Ringo pulls Murphy to his feet and catches him with a shot quickly to the jaw, but Murphy spins around and catches Ringo with a kick to the midsection. Murphy charges towards Ringo and takes him by the head and slams his head backwards in to the ground.
Adams: Smart from Connor to turn the tide
Murphy drops an elbow to the heart of Ringo and quickly by the hair, pulls him to his feet. Murphy grabs Ringo by the head and pulls him over with a snapmare takeover, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head. Murphy pulls Ringo to his back and goes for another cover.
1
2
Ringo quickly kicks out of Drew's second count of the night.
Ringo and Murphy return to their feet, but Ringo quickly pulls Murphy down in a small package pin. Drew drops down to count.
1.....
Murphy kicks out quickly
Both Murphy and Ringo get to their feet and Murphy punches Ringo in the gut, dropping down for a European uppercut, but Ringo pulls his head back and avoids the shot, before blasting Murphy in the head with a running knee. Ringo moves towards Murphy, but Murphy catches him with a droptoe hold, sending Ringo face first in to the canvas. Murphy crawls towards his corner, as does Ringo, but Ramone quickly gets in the ring, tagging Murphy on the back while in the ring. Drew claps his hands together, calling it a tag.
Simone: Ramone legal.
Ramone grabs Ringo's foot and pulls him back to the center of the ring, dropping an elbow to the back of his head, stopping Ringo from moving. Ramone pulls Ringo to his feet and hooks him up, and drops him down with a double hammerlock DDT. Ringo rolls over on his back and Ramone bounces off the rope, dropping a leg across the chest of Ringo. Ramone goes for the cover, but before Drew Patton drops down for the count, Ringo kicks up.
Adams: Ringo clearly doesn't like lying down.
Ringo gets back to his feet but Ramone is already up and waiting, jumping up and nailing Ringo under the chin with a huge dropkick. Ramone smiles to the crowd and looks to the top rope. As Ramone climbs, Ringo rolls on to his back. Ramone jumps off with a shooting star press, but Ringo moves out of the way, causing Ramone to crash and burn. Ringo returns to his feet, looking slightly dazed. Ringo moves towards his corner, but Murphy charges in the ring to stop him from getting towards Carroll.
Adams: Murphy and Ramone know they have to pull out all the stops against Ringo and Carroll.
Carroll yells out to Ringo, who ducks a clothesline attempt from Murphy. Murphy turns around but Ringo lifts him in the air for a flapjack, dropping Murphy on to his face. Ringo leans forward and reaches out, tagging in Carroll! The crowd burst in to boos as Carroll gets in the ring, lifting Ramone off his feet as he returns to them, dropping hard, heavy punches to the side of Ramone's head. Ramone wiggles free but Carroll gets to his feet, waiting for Ramone to spring up. As Ramone gets up doubled over, Carroll pulls him in for a powerbomb. He lifts the fearless one up and slams him down in to the canvas with a huge powerbomb. Carroll rolls on top of Ramone, Drew drops down to make a count
1...
2...
Ramone just about kicks out.
Adams: So close there.
Carroll pulls Ramone back to his feet and rattles him back on to the corner. Carroll grabs hold of Ramone's head and climbs to the second rope. He hooks Ramone's head up and dives off with a tornado DDT, planting the AWA hall of famer on the canvas. Carroll sits up, looking around the booing crowd. Carroll gets to his feet and look at Ramone, bring him back to his feet. Carroll hooks Ramone up, underhooking both his arms and dropping him with a double arm DDT. Mickey stands up, looking at the crowd, soaking in a "you sold out" chant. Mickey shakes his head at the crowd before flipping the middle finger
Simone: Total disrespect from the once loveable Mickey.
The crowds distraction allows Ramone recovery time. Carroll turns around and Ramone grabs him by the head, dropping him down with a jaw breaker!
Adams: Teach ya to tell the fans to smile at the birdie.
Ramone lays on the floor, slowly pulling himself towards Murphy. Carroll shakes his head, trying to loosen the cobwebs and moves towards Ringo. Ramone gets towards Murphy and leaps, tagging him in. Murphy runs towards Carroll, grabbing his ankle and pulling him away from Ringo. Carroll fights his way to one leg as Murphy holds the other leg. Carroll jumps and catches Murphy with an enziguri, knocking Murphy to the floor. Murphy spins and Carroll scrambles to his feet and dives at Ringo, hitting his outstretched hand.
Simone: Egomaniac in!
Ringo bursts in to the ring, clotheslining Murphy to the ground. Murphy stands up and Ringo tries to clothesline Murphy again, but Murphy ducks, wrapping his arm around Ringo's neck and jumping up with a zig zag, crashing Ringo to the floor. Murphy goes for the cover.
1...
2
Ringo kicks out of the count.
Murphy gets to his feet quickly and pulls Ringo with him. Ringo throws a quick shot in to Murphy's ribs and lifts him over his shoulder and drops him with a fireman carry slam!
Adams: This match is so back and forth!
Ringo smirks as he stalks Murphy.
Simone: Ringo could be looking at putting this one to bed.
Ramone charges in the ring, but Ringo ducks a clothesline and Carroll springboards over the rope, catching Ramone with a kick under the jaw, sending him out of the ring. Carroll follows him out and attacks. Ringo leans against the ropes, waiting for for Murphy to get to his feet but the crowd start to cheer. The camera spins around to see Ben Jordan and Jordan Williams moving through the crowd. Ringo and Carroll spot the moving down the steps.
Simone: Ben Jordan and Jordan Williams are heading towards ringside.
Carroll leans over the rope, yelling but Ramone bundles him over the rope. Before Ringo can turn around, Murphy hooks Ringo up and drops him with a Russian legsweep. He looks at Ramone and points to the top rope.
Ramone: WHAT'S FEAR?!?!
Adams: Ramone looking to push his team over the line here!
As Ramone starts to climb the rope, Carroll quickly springs on to the apron, pushing him to the outside!
Adams: What a fall!
Murphy moves towards Mickey, but Mickey nails him in the head. Murphy spins around and Ringo charges at him, nailing him with the Bling Bling!
Simone: Murphy's head just bounced off the canvas!
Without a second thought, Ringo pulls Murphy in to a torture rack and drops him with The Money Maker! Ringo rolls him over and goes for the cover
1...
2...
3!
Ding ding ding!
Justin: The winners of the match.... JIMMY RINGO AND MICKEY CARROLL!
Simone: You might not like them, but they put on one hell of a match!
Ben and Jordan get to ringside but before they can climb over the barrier, security stream out and block them from getting in the ring.
Simone: So much bad blood between these four men, and they will all meet at the next SCW supercard.
The Matthew Kennedy News logo flashes on the screen for a few seconds whilst “Above All” by Newsted plays before cutting to Matthew’s office, with him is Lizzie and Marty alongside Jessie Salco who looks like she’d rather be anywhere else in the building right now.
Simone: Well, looks like it’s time for Matthew Kennedy News.
Adams: Great.
MK: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Matthew Kennedy News, I am your host “The Lord of SCW” “Prime Time” Matthew Kennedy! In today’s top story the Blast from the Past Tournament is returning and my protégé has expressed an interest in competing.
Lizzie nods at this but Matthew shakes his head.
MK: However on my advice she will not compete in it as I want her to focus on winning single’s gold that said Jessie Salco is happy to take her place!
Jessie: I wanted to focus on single’s gold as well!
MK: Too bad! I assure you that if there is a third tournament Lizzie will compete in it that is all!
The logo flashes again as the camera cuts to ringside.
The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The soft opening guitars of Limp Bizkit's 'Behind Blue Eyes' begin to ring out as Pro Wrestling's Pedigree and the former SCW Roulette Champion Max Burke steps out on to the stage with Ruby a few fight behind him. Standing clad in a pair of weathered jeans, a white tanktop and plaid flannel shirt, he raises his arms in the air with an angry look on his face. He also wears his trademark leather jacket with a hood covering his head. He lets out a small smile as the crowd boos and then he and Ruby start to slowly walk down the ramp as the lyrics kick in.
"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes"
The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks passed them. He turns to them and raises his hand in a threatening back hand manner and then chuckles to himself when a few of the fans jump back in fear. He walks up the steel steps and stops for a moment, staring straight up at the sky. He lifts his arm and points to the sky, his ode to his Uncle Ben, and then very quietly slips into the ring between the top and second rope.
"But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free"
He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before lowering the hood off of his head. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and Ruby hands him a microphone.
Burke: The untimely demise of Pro Wrestling's Pedigree was greatly exaggerated. As you can all see for yourselves, I am alive and well. Let's call this the rebirth of Max Burke. You see, The Saviors attack and subsequent burial of the great Max Burke was enlightening for many reasons. First, it opened my eyes to the fact that I had become complacent as Roulette Champion. After the war that was waged with Kain for the majority of 2013, coming out victorious time and again it was difficult to get motivated with lackluster competition. Second, with the burial came the resurrection, and realization that I needed to move on to the bright lights and spoils that come with main eventing night in and night out. I knew that there is one goal, and one goal only for the forseeable future. It is time to take his rightful place as the face of Sin City Wrestling, and strap the SCW Heavyweight Championship around my waist. You see, Giani Di Luca has become a puppet to the people. He has run back to the comforts of NXT. He is trying to turn over a so-called new leaf. Why? Why would you throw away everything to please the masses? That is without a doubt the most ridiculous move he could make. He's become soft with his new fan friendly persona. He used to have that killer instinct. In my weeks away, I've noticed that killer instinct slowly fade away from his eyes. It is my mission to exploit that chink in Di Luca's armour, and use it to my advantage. 2013 was the breakout of Max Burke, 2014 is the rebirth of Burke. I will take my shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship by any means necessary, and walk away with that belt firmly in my grasp. I guarantee it... because I was born to wrestle, and bred to win!
Max drops the microphone, soaking in the boos as the camera cuts elsewhere
The scene cuts backstage where SCW's favorite pair of child-like friends, Despayre and Big B, are hanging around, of course along with the company of Angel. The ongoing conversation is barely even caught before it comes to a sudden end, as Despayre stops mid-sentence and points to somewhere behind Big B. The camera then pans out to show the area where Despayre is pointing, to show none other than Big B's cousin, Nick Jones. Nick, last seen after his attack at the hands of NXT, looks somewhat recovered, but still not in the best of shape. Nick still has a few cuts and bruises on his face which are finishing healing up, while his left arm is in a cast and his right ankle and lower leg are completely wrapped up. Nick walks into the area with a bit of a limp as he heads straight over to where Big B is seated. B looks to Despayre and motions towards him that he will address this, as he stands up and walks right over to his cousin. Nick stops and looks at his cousin, seemingly ready to say something, but unable to get the words out. After a bit of time, B decides to break the silence.
Big B: Hey cuz, how you feeling?
That question clearly does not sit particularly well with Nick, as the expression on his face changes to one of annoyance as he quickly snaps back at B.
Nick: How am I feeling? How the hell does it look like I feel?!?
With Nick's loss of temper, Despayre immediately hops up from his seat and stands up right by Big B's side. Despayre glares at Nick as he folds his arms across his chest, with Angel firmly tucked in there. Nick looks back and forth between Big B and Despayre for a moment, before he eventually shakes it off and then stops for a moment, taking in a deep breath before speaking again in a much calmer, quieter tone.
Nick: Sorry about that guys.
The apology seems to catch both B and Despy in complete shock, as they both quickly to each other with eyebrows raised. They then shrug towards each other before both turning back towards Nick.
Nick: Listen, you've got to understand what I'm going through right now. I don't even know when the hell I'll be getting back into the ring. But still, I didn't come here to snap at you guys. Actually, I came here... to, uh... well, um...
Nick stops and takes another deep breath before trying again.
Nick: You see, I came here to um... well... thank you. Both of you.
Before another word can be said, Despayre quickly unfolds his arms as he holds Angel up out towards Nick. Nick rolls his eyes before letting out a chuckle.
Nick: Fine, make that all three of you I guess.
Despayre gets a big smile on his face as he pulls Angel back in, while Nick continues on.
Nick: Listen, we've obviously had our, um... let's call them "differences" over the past few months. And while that match may have finally put it all to bed, that's a whole lot different than us being on the same side. Frankly, I can't say I would have even been paying the least bit attention to something involving either one of you two.
Nick sees a look coming from Despayre and corrects himself.
Nick: Right... you three. Anyway, when I was out there.... well, you guys know what was going on. And while I'm obviously much worse for wear after all of that, the truth is I don't know how that all would have ended up if you guys hadn't come out and put a stop to it. I may have some recovery ahead of me now, but I know that I WILL be back in that ring, and you care sure as hell bet once I am, those bastards will get what's coming to them. If I had been left out in that ring with them, it's possible that would have never been a possibility. So I know that as tough as it was for me to admit at first, I owe you guys.
Big B: Of course cuz, no problem. We were happy to do it. Things may have gotten weird for a little bit, but that's all in the past, right? We're family!
Nick: Yeah, I guess you're right. And while I sure as hell never thought I would ever say this at any point in my entire life, the truth is, you taught me something that day.
Big B B at first smiles and nods, but then stops and seems confused as he tries to decipher whether he should take that as a compliment or an insult. However, before anything more can be made of it, Nick continues on.
Nick: Family's got to stick together, if for no other reason that there's lot worse enemies out there to have, like those rat bastards in NXT. They're going to learn that too... in the most painful way possible.
Big B: Well we were glad to help you out, and what they did to you really wasn't nice, but you know we don't really dislike those guys or anything. So I'm not sure what you're expecting us to do or anything, but...
Nick: Oh, don't you worry about that one bit. You have already done more than enough, you leave the rest to me. So like I said B...
Nick reaches out and shakes Big B's hand.
Nick: ... thanks.
Nick then turns and starts to reach out to shake Despy's hand, but suddenly seems to think better of it and quickly pulls his hand back and instead waves in Despy's direction.
Nick: You too... um, both of you... I guess.
Nick rolls his eyes and shakes his head before turning and walking away. Big B and Despayre sit back down, Despy places Angel down back next to him.
Big B: That was nice. Although I don't think anyone will ever believe it really happened.
Despayre: Yeah, if only we had some proof. Like if someone had recorded it or something.
Big B: Well what about him?
Big B starts to point right into the camera shot, but before he can even get his arm all the way up, Despy quickly smacks Big B's hand down. Despayre then puts his finger up to his lip as he shushes B.
Despayre: Shhhhhhh!
Big B: Oh, right... sorry.
Despayre: Look at that, I guess we do have our proof after all.
Big B seems confused, not quite sure what Despy is talking about. Despayre then points over towards where Angel is seated and Big B looks over just as the camera pans in that direction, showing that Angel is in fact holding a video camera that is currently recording. Big B looks completely perplexed by this, as Angel clearly did not have the camera just moments earlier, but Despayre seems to have no issue with it and is instead quite pleased with having the proof that they need, as the scene comes to an end.
Adams: And we’re back ladies and gentlemen. We’re getting set for our next contest. Eric Steel is already in the ring and he is awaiting his opponent. Let’s check in with Justin.
Justin: The next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 219 pounds…Eric Steel!
The crowd gives a luke warm reaction.
Simone: Eric Steel has been quite the disappointment here in Sin City Wrestling ever since his debut a few weeks back. Another cautionary tale it seems of great hype that never delivers.
Justin: And his opponent…
The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the center. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's front man, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him.
Justin: From Detroit, Illinois…weighing in at 240 pounds…he is the ‘King of Kings’…he is…KAIN!
He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Kane, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendant, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a forward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Jasmine St. John calls for the bell and Kain immediately goes after Steel. He lands several quick hard punches to the head and the gut and then grabs him by head and sends him flying over in to the corner.
Simone: Kain is starting off this match very aggressive.
He runs in with a hard knee strike to chest of Steel and then unleashes a fury of rapid kicks and punches and Steel drops down to the mat. Kain backs off for a moment and then runs back in landing a hard knee to the side of Eric Steel’s face.
Adams: Wow! Did you see that? I think Eric Steel is out cold!
Simone: Kain could have this thing won early…
Kain drags Steel out of the corner and to the center of the ring and then drops down for the cover and St. John follows for the count.
One!
Two!
Adams: Steel just got his shoulder up!
Kain gets up and immediately stomps on Steel in a furious rage. He peels him up off of the mat, sets him up, and slams him hard with a vicious looking clothesline. He drops down to the mat the cover again.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Adams: He kicks out again!
Simone: I’m not sure how much of this punishment Eric Steel is going to be able to take. Kain is just dominating him.
Adams: Well when you don’t put the effort in to your preparation, it certainly shows in the ring.
Kain again goes to pick up Steel. He swings him around to whip him in to the ropes but Steel finally shows some signs of life and reverses the Irish Whip. He runs in to the ropes in the opposite direction and attempts a flying shoulder block but the ring savvy Kain sidesteps, sending Steel flying through the ropes and down to ringside crashing hard on to the concrete floor.
Crowd: POP!
Kain slides underneath the bottom rope and goes after Steel as Jasmine St. John starts her count.
One…Two… Three…
Kain peels Steel up off of the concrete floor and whips him hard in to the steel barricade. He follows it up with another running knee to the face of Steel that busts his nose open.
Simone: Steel is bleeding!
Four… Five…Six…
Steel wobbles to his feet but he is met with a string of high-speed kicks to his body and face from Kain that knock him in to the apron. Kain grabs him and whips him insanely hard in to the steel steps.
CRASH!
Adams: Kain is not letting up. Someone should start to think about stopping this.
Simone: I’m shocked that I actually agree with you about something, Jason. Steel is hurt, bad.
Seven…Eight…
Kain grabs Steel’s near lifeless body and throws it up under the bottom rope, shoving him back in to the ring.
Nine…
At the last second, Kain slips in under the rope and stops Jasmine’s count. As Steel struggles to get to his feet, Kain props himself up on to the top of the turnbuckle. He waits for Steel to get to his feet and turn around and then he launches himself up in to the air.
Adams: Missile dropkick! What an impressive move by the former Roulette Champion!
Kain gets up and screams out to the crowd, signaling that the end is near. The Laughlin natives cheer him as he goes to grab Steel but out of nowhere, Steel grabs him by his arm and his leg and pulls him down with a small package. Jasmine drops down for the quick count.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Adams: I don’t believe it! Steel almost had Kain.
Simone: Has to be more careful, that almost cost him the match.
The two men get to their feet and Kain goes on the attack again but this time Steel counters his kicks with hard rights hands to the side of the head. He backs Kain up to the ropes, whips him around, and then hits him with a cross body as he comes back around. He hooks the leg and Jasmine drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Adams: And a kickout by Kain! Eric Steel is finally showing some life in there.
Simone: It’s about time. He almost died in there.
The two men get back to their feet again. Kain flies in for a quick attempt of his Cyclone Foot signature maneuver but Steel grabs his leg and counters with a quick Dragon Screw. He stands up quickly and flips up in to the air landing hard across the chest of Kain.
Adams: Rolling Senton! He’s going for the pin…
One!
Two!
Thr-
Adams: Kain just got his arm up!
Steel, frustrated, turns to Jasmine and complains about the perceived slow count. As he turns around he is met with Kain’s 360-tornado kick.
Adams: THE QUICKENING! This one’s over!
Kain turns Steel over and hooks his leg as Jasmine St. John drops down to the mat for the count.
One!
Two!
Crowd: THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner…Kain!
Adams: An impressive victory here tonight by…what’s Kain doing?
Kain grabs Steel and pulls him out of the ring. He gets down to ringside and whips him hard in to the steel steps again, this time knocking the steps apart.
Crowd: POP!
Simone: I think Kain has lost it…
He grabs Steel again and walks him over to the announcer’s table.
Adams: He’s coming right over here!
He throws Steel up on to the table and jumps up there with him. He picks up Steel, grabs him by the neck, and jumps up in to the air…
CRASH!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Adams: MALICE! Right through our table…Kain has officially lost it!
Simone: Steel is hurt…he’s not moving…
Kain gets up and screams in to the crowd and the Laughlin natives shower him with cheers. He takes Ariel by the hand and to make their way back up toward the ring as ‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ by Saliva plays through the arena. He gets to the top of the ramp and raises his arms one more time.
Crowd: POP!
As he walks toward the backstage area, paramedics rush passed him down toward where Eric Steel is lying unconscious.
Simone: This does not look good. They’re strapping him to a stretcher now.
Adams: Will they just bring out our new table already? We got a show to do!
Simone: We’ll be right back ladies and gentlemen…
Backstage, Pussy Willow approaches Giani Di Luca as he is staring into the mirror. She looks quizzically at him as he bares his teeth at the mirror. The audience cracks up a bit as he shakes his head. She comes closer to him, preparing the microphone. She stops as Giani lets out a soft, yet very accentuated roar as he tilts his head back, a look of pure rage spread upon his face. Pussy stops dead in her tracks, just watching as Giani lifts an eyebrow, pouting out his lips, inspecting every inch of his facial expression. The audience chuckles once more as he sticks his tongue out at himself. Pussy continues her pursuit, interrupting the champion’s mirror time by clearing her throat. Giani looks over at her briefly before returning to the mirror.
Giani: Eyyyy! P-Dubs, how can I help ya?
Pussy: Oh, um… Mister Di Luca, I was hoping to…
She stops dead in her tracks as Giani flicks his tongue at the mirror, Hannibal Lecter style. The audience bursts out once more in laughs and cheers while Pussy seems flabbergasted.
Giani: What’sa matter? Cat got ya tongue? Or did ya see somethin’ that impressed ya? Hahahaha
Pussy: Well, I had a list of questions to ask you, but that just flew out of the window. Ummm, what the heck are you doing?
Giani gently strokes his chin as he makes a look similar to one of constipation. He adjusts the belt on his shoulder as he contorts his face a bit more.
Giani: Oh, just tryin’ to find my killer instinct.
Pussy: Come again?
Giani: Did I even a first time?
The fans groan at Giani’s failed attempt at humor. However, Pussy seems confused by his statement. She waits for him to clarify, but instead, he crosses his eyes in the mirror, making himself a bit dizzy after a moment of this. Pussy shakes her head and proceeds.
Pussy: What do you mean when you say you are trying to find your killer instinct by making funny faces in a mirror?
Giani: Funny faces? Ain’t nothin’ about this face funny, P-Dubs… No, the only funny thing around here is that somebody that NOBODY cared about in the first place… comes back and interrupts my celebration in the last match of 2013, where I knocked down the loudmouthed Damien Kingston just like I said I would.
Pussy: Max Burke was a class act as the Roulette Champion. He brought the division a breath of fresh air and…
Giani gurgles as he holds his arms out to his side, a weird expression on his face with his eyes narrowed and his lips puckered up. He turns his head toward Pussy, however, his eyes are still locked on the mirror.
Giani: Max Burke disappeared after bein’ attacked by those SHIELD ripoffs. I got attacked by them too, but guess what? I came back and destroyed the competition. Every freakin’ time I tell someone I’m gonna whoop their ass, take a wild guess what happens. Go on and think about that for a second…
Giani holds up his belt while still transfixed on the mirror. Pussy nods her head as she stares at the belt, but before she can say a word, Giani breaks his gaze with the mirror and turns his attention fully to the camera.
Giani: I motha-fuckin’ whoop some ass, amirite? I ain’t bein’ cocky, I’m bein’ truthful here. If Max Burke wants to walk back up in this company and start callin’ shit, “the shit”… He’s gonna hafta prove it the same way I did… Or just win some bullshit Battle Royal, yaknowhatimsayin?
Pussy: Max Burke has paid his dues here in this company, and from someone who was never taken seriously yourself, you should understand.
Giani nods his head, seeing where Pussy is coming from. He shrugs his shoulders as he looks back to the camera, his slightly raspy voice bellowing out in a stunning display.
Giani: As someone who had to scratch and claw my way up to the top to prove that I deserved to be there, I don’t understand. Ya wanna come at me, bro, then come at me. Don’t stand at the top of the ramp and stare me down like I’m gonna give a shit. Then to have the freakin’ balls to say that you *exaggerated air quotes* deserve a shot at my title? Unbelievable. Brotha, you ain’t earned shit yet. But it’s cool. I’m gonna run over you the same way I did with Goth, Nick Jones, Kain, Simon Jones, Damien Kingston, and every other dawg that thought they was better than me. Ya wanna challenge me? Game on, bro. I won’t back down from a challenge, ever. But don’t tell me that ya deserve somethin’, or that I don’t. Don’t come up in my house and tell me what I should and shouldn’t be.
Giani looks up at the ceiling, rubbing his chin as he takes a deep breath to collect himself. The fire still burns in his eyes as he chuckles in frustration.
Giani: And to call me a freakin’ sellout to the masses? Broski… BROSKI! Really? Did ya not get the memo? I entered this business as a fan favorite baby face reality television star. I sold out when I turned on the fans. This right here? The thousands of fans that scream my name across the region? The millons around the world that drop their panties the second I scream… “FUHHHHHHHHHHGEDDDABOOOOOOOUDDDDDIIIIIIIIIT!!!”… This IS me, brah… Don’t like it, then don’t watch me, but don’t come out here and say that my killer instinct is fadin’, cause I will smile in your face right before I rip it off and wipe my ass with it, kid. True talk right there. If ya wanna do this thing, then let’s do it. Any time, any place…
Giani props the belt up on his shoulder, staring into the camera with his real killer instinct on his face. He stares on intensely before hamming it up a bit to get a cheer from the fans. He flicks his hands under his chin as if Max Burke were standing right in front of him, and then he moves out of view of the camera as we fade.
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 as “Mr. Showtime” Drake Green steps out on to the stage, accompanied by JJ Dixon. He lifts his arm up and down as he holds the ACW World title belt on his shoulder with his other arm, motioning for the packed Grandstand crowd to get up on their feet and cheer.
Adams: I still get chills every time this man comes out here..
Simone: So do I…but for completely different reasons…
Green, with a large smile, stands tall in a dark gray suit with a lavender shirt un-buttoned underneath. He raises his free arm straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings while JJ walks just behind him, doing the same.
#Watch out?
#You might get what you're after?
#Cool babies
#Strange but not a stranger?
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy
#Burning down the house
Adams: I wonder what the only two members of ACW are going to say.
Simone: Hopefully that they’ve realized their company doesn’t exist anymore and that they’re going to go away now…
Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again. He raises his belt high for the crowd to see.
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, slings his belt over his left shoulder and motions for the microphone. .
Drake: Helloooo Laughlin!
Crowd: POP!
Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages...welcome to the show!
Crowd: Even louder POP!
Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: People of Laughlin, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!
Crowd: SHOWTIME!
Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd.
Drake: It’s because of you. Each and every one of you that both JJ and I are here tonight.
JJ: That’s right. We have made a commitment to bring back the purest of wrestling entertainment this planet has ever seen. To bring back All-Pro Championship Wrestling!
Crowd: AC-Dub! AC-Dub! AC-Dub!
Drake: So starting tonight, we are issuing an open challenge for anyone who would like to share in out love for the fans and our love for the great sport of professional wrestling. I will now and for as long as I hold this belt, defend it against any and all challengers. No matter what!
Crowd: POP!
Drake: This is not a joke. Any one who feels they deserve a shot at this title. Any one who feels that they’ve been held back by that dickbag Mark Ward, can come out here right now and I’ll defend this title right here in Laughlin!
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
Drake and JJ stare at the stage waiting for someone to come out. After a few moments, Midnight/Tornado by Skid Row hits the PA system and out walks SCW Co-Owner ‘Hot Stuff’ Mark Ward to mostly boos.
JJ: Well gee Mark, I didn’t know you felt like you needed a shot at the ACW title.
HS: A shot? Maybe ya have forgot that I threw that piece of garbage in a bin months ago. I came out here to let you fine fellows know that you’re not on ACW television right now. You’re on SCW Climax Control. And I call the shots here!
Drake: Sorry, Mark. I forgot you needed to flex your nuts all the time.
HS: Very funny. You see, I’ve already made another ACW title defense for you Drake but it’s not gonna be here in front of this shit crowd in Laughlin.
Crowd: Boo!
HS: Next week you’re gonna defend that ACW World title on Climax Control…against Cyrus King!
Crowd: Boo!
Midnight/Tornado begins to play again as Mark leaves the stage, leaving Drake and JJ in the ring talking between themselves.
The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Run This Town" begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past.
Justin: The following Roulette Rules contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship, introducing first, the Special Guest Referee for this contest, The Jersey Devil Diva Joanne Canelli!
The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne, dressed in a referee’s outfit under her jacket, and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, talking among them ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.
Simone: This is the first Roulette Championship match of the year and it’s bound to be a good one.
Adams: Despite what the preview said the special guest referees for tonight’s Roulette Rules matches where changed around with Casey Williams reffing the Bombshell Roulette Title match……lucky bastard……and Joanne reffing this match!
Simone: Speaking of Casey, Brother Grimm outlasted four other wrestlers including Casey to get this opportunity tonight, let’s see if he can win the match!
Justin: And introducing the participants!
All of the lights in the building slowly fade out, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. Then the voices of little girls are heard over the speakers, reciting;
"'B' is for 'Baby' ... 'F' is for 'Fear'
Beware for the children ... The evil draws near."
The screen above the ramp then flickers to life with the image of a music box...
The video ends and are replaced by the ominous melodies of O Fortuna (Carmina Burana). A select stage light ignites over the ramp, illuminating the lone figure standing atop the stage, as stoic and pale as an ivory statue. Poised and ready, Brother Grimm raises his head and slowly begins the descent towards the ring, paying no mind to the fans who watch with awe in their eyes as this enigmatic figure passes them, leaving a chill to many a spine in his wake.
Justin: Introducing the challenger, from The Other Side of Darkness, weighing in at 246lbs Brother Grimm!
Arriving at ringside, Brother Grimm pauses and casts a sidelong glance at the fans seated at ringside, staring them down until the fans hurriedly break eye contact. Only then does Grimm show the faintest trace of a devlish smirk before he turns back to the ring. Gripping the middle rope with his hand, he hauls himself up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Grimm begins to remove his attire to reveal an ivory-white and muscled upper body adorned with faint scars. He passes his armor and tunic out to the attendant, then turns back, ready to start the match.
Simone: Brother Grimm has been very impressive since his debut last year and tonight he gets a chance to win his first single’s title!
Adams: But he does have to contend with this man first!
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: And his opponent, from Washington, DC, weighing in at 245lbs, he is the reigning and defending SCW Roulette Champion “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin!
Simone: Not much of a weight difference between the champion and the challenger tonight!
Adams: But that might not matter depending on what stip gets chosen!
Joanne motions for Hardin to hand over the belt which he does whilst keeping eye contact with Brother Grimm, seconds later Ms. Rocky Mountains appears on the titentron next to the Roulette Rules wheel.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay lady and gentlemen, it’s time to determine the match type!
The three wrestlers in the ring turn their attention to the wheel as she spins it, several interesting stips get passed over including Hell in a Cell, Cage, First Blood, I Quit and (to Jason’s relief) Bra and Panties before it finally stops on…..
Ms. Rocky Mountains: The match will be a Ladder Match!
Simone: Oh this is going to be good!
Adams: And Hardin and Grimm agree with you.
Hardin and Grimm nod in approval as Joanne hands the title to a stage hand who subsequently hangs it up so that it can be lifted up above the ring, once it’s secure Joanne gets the go ahead to ring the bell and she does so as the two men start brawling inside the ring!
Simone: Hardin’s in for a hard match tonight!
Adams: He beat Cyrus King in his last defense off the title and as good as Cyrus is Grimm might be better!
Knowing that the only rule in a Ladder Match is to climb the ladder and win Joanne sits back and lets the two men go at it rather than try to intervene, Jeremiah eventually gets the upper hand over Grimm as he ducks under a wild right hand and clotheslines the challenger over the top rope and to the floor before posing for the crowd.
Simone: That may end up backfiring for Hardin as it’s still early in the match!
Adams: I’d say so, Grimm’s already on his feet!
Grimm gets back on his feet and starts searching under the ring for a ladder, he eventually finds a pretty big one and picks it up but Hardin sees this and tries to baseball slide the ladder into his face, Grimm sees him coming however and moves out of the way and when Hardin slides out of the ring he slams the top end of the ladder into Hardin’s chest knocking him to the floor!
Simone: Hardin looks hurt right now!
Adams: And Grimm’s back in the ring with the ladder!
Grimm quickly sets the ladder up and starts climbing it, however Hardin quickly slides into the ring with a ladder of his own and knocks Grimm off the ladder and too the matt bellow, Hardin sets up the second ladder whilst propping the other one up in a nearby corner before he tries to climb up the ladder, Grimm gets to his feet by the time Hardin reaches the middle rung of the ladder and starts following him up.
Simone: Hardin has the lead! We may be looking at his second successful defense!
Adams: Don’t count out Grimm yet! Hardin may have his hand on the belt by Grimm is catching up quickly!
Hardin tries to unhook the belt but Grimm is quick up the ladder and punches him in the stomach winding him, Grimm tries to unhook the belt himself but Hardin quickly recovers and superplexes him off of the ladder and to the mat bellow!
Simone: Superplex off the ladder!
Adams: What a match!
Both men are down and Joanne almost starts counting them down before remembering what match type it is and stopping the count, eventually Hardin is the first one to his feet but it’s clear that the Superplex has taken a lot off of him as he’s forced to use the propped up ladder for support, he eventually turns around when……
Simone: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR BY BROTHER GRIMM THROUGH HARDIN AND THE LADDER!
Adams: That ladder’s in worst shape than Teddy Hart’s career!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The crowd is going crazy for the spot whilst Joanne stairs on in shock that the men were willing to go that far to win the match, after a few minutes one of the competitors emerges from the destroyed ladder pieces and……
Simone: Grimm’s up! We may have a new champion!
Adams: Is Hardin even conscious!?
Grimm starts climbing up the ladder but is slow up the ladder due to the insane amount of punishment he has just taken and for a while it looks like Hardin might get back to his feet, however he can’t and Brother Grimm is able to claim the title!
Justin: Here’s your winner and NEEEEEWWWWW SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION! BROTHER GRIMM!
Simone: What a match and we’re kicking off 2014 with another new champion already!
Adams: This is going to be a hell of a year!
Grimm celebrates at the top off the ladder whilst Joanne calls the paramedics down to check on Hardin who is clearly hurt.
From the Star Of The Desert Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada...
Sin City Wrestling presents....
The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building.
Simone: What is this? Misty was supposed to be coming out to the ring to make her announcement. Who is this?
Adams: A new Bombshell maybe? Oooh I love new Bombshells!
Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd, with her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles draped over her shoulder.
Adams: Damn, it's just Misty with new music. Disappointing!
She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides the tag title in under the bottom rope, then enters the ring the same way, grabbing a hold of the title once again. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope where she lifts the title high above her, pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and heads to the center of the ring where Justin Decent hands her a microphone then exits the ring. Her music dies down, as does the crowd's cheering and chattering. They all wait patiently, eagerly anticipating her big announcement.
Misty: Talk about a long week, huh? Everyone finds out I have an announcement to make and they can't even wait five minutes to start questioning me about it. The weeklong wait was more like a lifetime to some people.
Misty laughs as the crowd cheers her on, waiting for he to get to the point.
Misty: Now, before I get to the point of all of this, let me start by saying that there is only one other person besides myself who knows what I'm about to announce. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood don't know what it is. Spike...Vixen...the rest of my fellow NXT members. No one knows. The only one who does, is halfway across the country in Chicago right now. So, for those of you who tried questioning Spike or anyone else in NXT...Sorry to disappoint you.
The crowd starts to get a little impatient now, encouraging her to get to the point. She smiles and nods, looking around at all the fans.
Misty: Patience, people. Patience. The fact is that I wanted this announcement to make an impact, and leaving everyone in suspense...Well, I think I've done just that. I wanted to see the rumors flying..the possibilities that people were throwing out there, and I've gotta say, I enjoyed every minute of it.
The crowd begins shouting out various possibilities and Misty nods, listening to different ones. A man in the front row catches her attention as he shouts the funniest one in Misty's opinion. She points to him and smiles.
Misty: Like that! What he said!
In a surprising move, Misty exits the ring, walking right up to the guy in the front row.
Misty: I'm not sure that everyone heard you. What did you say?
Misty holds the microphone out to him, allowing him to repeat what he said.
Guy: You're pregnant!
Misty laughs as the crowd goes wild, thinking that is the big surprise. She thanks the man for repeating himself before she turns around and slides back into the ring under the bottom rope. She returns to the center of the ring, looking around the crowd waiting for them to quiet down. Once they do, she raises the microphone again.
Misty: Interesting question, and theory there. He's not the only one to bring that question to mind. I mean, that would be a plausible explanation as to why I waited all week to come out here to make the announcement right? Well, sorry to disappoint you all, but that is definately NOT the case. I am one hundred percent NOT pregnant.
Misty laughs again, amused but not surprise that that rumor would fly out there. She takes in a deep breath and continues her speech.
Misty: Now that I've put that rumor to rest...I hope...It's time to get down to business. You see, over the last couple of weeks, I've had a lot of time to reflect and think about things. A lot has happened, nothing of which I will get into right now, but it was all stepping stones to this announcement. I've accomplished so much throughout my career, and a lot of it being in the last two years right here in Las Vegas..in Sin City Wrestling, and I can't thank each and every one of you enough for your support and your encouragement.
Simone: I think I might have figured out where this is going, Jason, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Adams: I'm confused...
Simone: That's nothing new.
Misty lowers the microphone. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, waiting just a few moments to say the words that are right on the tip of her tongue. She opens her eyes, and it looks as though a single tear has formed in the corner of her eye as she raises the microphone.
Misty: That being said, I'm standing before you all, right here, right now...letting you all know that...This year...2014...Will be my final year as an active wrestler. At some point this year, I'll be hanging up my boots and retiring...For good.
The crowd gasps, and some even boo. Misty nods and the look on her face shows that she is completely serious about this decision.
Misty: Trust me, it wasn't an easy decision to make. I've been going back and forth for months trying to decide what to do, waiting for a sign that this is what I need to do, but it wasn't just one single sign. It was a series of signs. I've gotten to the point where I'm realizing I've done all I can do with my career, and I don't want to be one of those people that destroys my body by refusing to call it quits. I've seen it happen too much, and that's not how I'm going to do things. I'm going to retire with my head held high.
Simone: I don't believe what I'm hearing. Misty is actually saying she's retiring this year.
Misty looks around the crowd as they are all silent from the shock.
Misty: I'm not out here saying I'm retiring this week, or even anytime soon. All I'm saying is that, by the end of this year, I'm done. It could be a couple months from now, or it could be even closer to the end of the year. I simply haven't decided when I'll hang up my boots for the last time, but I do know one thing.
Misty holds her Bombshell Tag title belt out in front of her, staring at it.
Misty: I'm not going to abandon my responsibilities. Vixen and I hold the Bombshell Tag Team Titles right now, and I'm not going to just call it quits and leave her hanging. I'm going to defend these titles with her. I'm going to stick by NXT and build it back to what it once was, because anything less than one hundred percent from me is just not good enough. I want my last year on the active roster to be nothing short of spectacular, and I'm going to prove that week in and week out. Any challengers that come our way and want to take these belts from Vixen and I...I'll welcome them gladly, but I'm not going down without a fight. I'm not giving up, and when I feel the time is right...You'll all know. Until then, I'm going to continue doing what I've loved doing for more than fifteen years now. I promise you that!
Misty smiles proudly, returning her tag team title over her shoulder.
Misty: Well, I think I've taken up enough of your time. We've got a show to continue, and I'm sure you all would rather watch everyone beat the crap out of each other than listen to me continue to talk. Hopefully next time you see me in the ring, I'll actually be wrestling instead of running my mouth...Hint hint Mark and Christian.
Misty smiles and laughs then tosses the microphone down as she heads over to the ropes. The crowd cheers her on as she exits the ring, then walks back up the aisle and disappears backstage, leaving the crowd to chatter at this latest news.
Justin Decent: The following Triple Threat contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 120 pounds, standing at 5 feet 2 inches, she is… JESSIE SALLLLLCO!!!
"WE ARE MUNICIPAL WASTE AND JESSIE SALCO IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"
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 her opponent.
Justin Decent: And the opponent… From the Isle of the Gods, Greece, standing at 5 feet 11 inches, weighing in at 127 pounds, she is… NECRA OCTAVIAN KAAAAAAANE!!!
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. 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.
Justin Decent: And introducing last, hailing from Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighing in at 122 pounds she is… JD PHOEEEEEEEENIX!!!
"What's Good" by Spanky featuring JJ Demon hits the PA systems, and the fans in attendance knows exactly who's music that is, so they burst out in a furry of cheers. Before long, the curtain opens and The Leader of the Bro Army herself, J.D. Phoenix, jumps out with a huge smile on her face as she looks around the crowd. J.D. then lightly jogs down the ramp, slapping her fans hands and pointing at them before she arrives to the ropes, and enters through the bottom one. When J.D. gets in the ring, she jumps on the turnbuckle and crosses her arms, and leans back in a thug like manner before jumping down and going to the rest of the turnbuckles to do the same thing. After she is done, she gets down and leans on the ropes as she looks up the ramp, music cutting off and waiting for her opponent.
Simone: Word backstage is that the bosses are paying close attention to this match.
Adams: They’re not the only ones paying close attention to this. I always pay close attention to Bombshell matches!
Simone: That was almost witty, Adams… Almost…
DING! DING! DING!
JD and Necra look to each other, sizing one another up. JD glares over at her, stepping to the side. As Necra starts to approach JD, Jessie Salco comes flying across the ring with a hard clothesline to Necra. She quickly pummels Necra to the ground, stomping on her rapidly. JD scowls at the scene, but stays back to watch the madness unfold. Jessie shouts down at Necra, telling her to get up, while continuing the barrage of stomps. Jessie looks over to JD as if to say “you’re next.” As Jessie turns back to Necra, JD stalks over to her and grabs her from behind, hooking her arms under Jessie’s. As Jessie flails, JD lifts her up and plants her on the mat with a double underhook slam. She then flips over into a moonsault, landing on top of both Jessie and Necra. JD lets off an evil smirk as she looks around at the booing audience. She licks her luscious lips, taunting them before flipping them off. Unbeknownst to her, Necra sits up suddenly. She works her way up to a standing position, and walks just a few feet behind JD. She waits there with her hands on her hips until JD turns around into a vicious face claw. As JD grabs at her face, Necra hooks onto her arm, spinning around into a flying mare that flings JD to the ground hard.
Adams: Necra is making her presence known in this match big time.
Simone: Ever since her debut match, I just knew that Necra would be in the running for the Bombshell Championship. She’s surely right back in the picture with this performance.
Necra sits on JD’s back and lifts her head up into a Camel Clutch. She wrenches JD’s neck, causing her to growl in pain. Necra plants all of her weight down, making sure JD doesn’t have a chance to escape. However, Jessie quickly gets up and charges at Necra, charging forward with a bulldog that breaks up the hold. The audience cheers at this as Jessie falls down onto JD, hooking the leg. Referee Jacob Summers drops down for the count.
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Necra gets there just in time to tangle her fingers in Jessie’s hair, yanking her off of JD. She lifts Jessie up and then hits a hair biel on her. As soon as she lets go, JD hits a small package pin on Necra. Jacob, who hasn’t gotten up from the last count, turns his attention and begins counting again.
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JD musters up as much strength as she can to come crashing down on top of both ladies with a corkscrew moonsault from the second rope. She holds onto her ribs as she turns Jessie over onto her back. She falls down onto Jessie as Jacob drops back down to count again.1!
2!
Jessie lifts her foot up onto the bottom rope. Jacob’s hand nearly slaps the mat for a third time before he notices. JD is prepared to celebrate when she doesn’t hear the third count. She shouts at Jacob, but he points over to the foot. JD looks annoyed and stands up. She motions to Jacob, pounding her hand against her other palm three times. She shakes it off and turns back to Jessie, giving her a few quick stomps. She reaches down when Jessie grabs onto her skirt and topples her outside of the ring.
Simone : This match is full of so many twists and turns. Any one of these ladies could come out the winner here tonight.
Adams : JD Phoenix is a great wrestler, nice… erm… moves! But that’s not all she’s got to offer here…
Necra holds onto the side of her head as she stands up. She leans against the turnbuckle as Jessie pulls herself up. Necra takes a breather as Jessie turns around to charge. Necra drops down and hits a shoulderbutt to her knee, dropping her face first into the turnbuckle. She pulls Jessie to the center of the ring and locks on a Cobra Clutch. Jessie screams out in pain as she fights it the best she can. Luckily for her, JD has climbed to the top turnbuckle.
Simone : It looks like JD is in for the save again. She just won’t let go of the chance at catch the bosses attention after her short time in this company.
Adams : It would be stupid if any of these ladies did. This opportunity is a real opportunity to shine, you know?
As her feet leave the turnbuckle, Necra shoots up and clotheslines JD down hard to the mat. The audience boos her loudly and she smiles sadistically as she drops down to the mat, choking JD while shouting in her face. As JD kicks and gags, the referee comes over and tries to pull Necra off, but she is intent on choking the life out of JD. The referee threatens a count, but Jessie shoves him out of the way. She wraps her fingers up in Necra’s hair and yanks her up to her feet. She flings her over against the ropes. With JD showing off her cruiserweight skills, she then leaps onto Necra’s shoulders and and jumps up for a Hurricanrana on Jessie. Jessie stoops down, but holds onto JD’s legs and flings her upward. She spins around and drops her in a sitdown powerbomb position. She keeps the leg hooked. The referee drops down for the count.
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2!
Necra dashes forward with a shining wizard to Jessie’s face. She eyeballs the situation and then she dashes against the ropes. She leaps up and comes flying off with a moonsault that connects with JD. She hooks her leg and the referee drops down for another count.
Adams : This could very well be it right here. An early finish as we seek to crown the second round competitor.
Simone : I wouldn’t consider this one over as all three of these bombshells have proven themselves to be perfect for this major opportunity.
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2 ½… Kickout!
JD gets a shoulder up just in time. She rolls back weakly. As Jessie gets up to her knees, Necra leans up behind her, grabbing her up in a sort of full nelson hold, rolling back with her knees in the middle of Jessie’s back. Jessie quickly rolls backward to escape the hold, but Necra holds her shoulders down in a sort of back bridge pin. The referee begins the count.
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JD comes flying from the corner with a flying elbow to break it up as the referee’s hand barely slaps down the two count. She picks Jessie up and she rushes her against the corner. She pins her against it and hits several chops to the chest. With each one, the crowd responds with an “OH!” and an “AH!” as the chops echo through the hall. JD grabs onto her hair and then slaps her hard across the face. Jessie powers back with a slap of her own. JD takes a sinister glare before she headbutts Jessie between the eyes. She doesn’t see Necra stalking her from behind. Necra dashes forward with a handspring body splash, but JD ducks out just in time. As Necra kneels down, JD leapfrogs her and hits a head scissors on Jessie that tosses her down to the mat. She turns around and nails a Tornado DDT and she grins wickedly as she drops down to the mat for a pin. However, Necra comes out of nowhere and pulls her back by the hair. She spins her around and nails the My Fair Lady. She looks over to Jessie and pulls JD over to her. She lays them side by side and then pins both bombshells.
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Justin Decent: Your winner … NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE!!!
Necra rises up from her fallen opponents and takes in the booing from the audience. “Trip the Darkness” plays over the public address. She gives them a wicked smirk as Jacob holds her arm up in victory. The scene opens up to show Simon Jones, sat alone in a row of seats, in an unfamiliar room, various framed pictures visible on the wall behind him. Simon is leant forward, looking at a phone that he is holding with his right hand; Simon puts the phone away, in one of the pockets of his jeans, and then sits up straight, to look at the camera.
Simon: Happy New Year, to everyone connected with Sin City Wrestling that is not named Casey Williams. I've been invited to appear at Climax Control, to explain what occurred at the conclusion of my match against Kain two weeks ago - a match that I lost by disqualification. However, it is unlikely that I'll be able to be present in Laughlin on Sunday, and so, in the event that I am indeed unable to be there in person, I'm recording this, four days in advance, to be broadcast during the show.
Simon glances around the room, before looking back to the camera.
Simon: The reason why the likelihood of me attending Climax Control on Sunday is doubtful, is that my wife is due to give birth to our first child imminently, and that's something that I absolutely am not going to miss - as I'm sure you'll have noticed, I have my phone with me, and switched on, so that I can be alerted if anything happens while I'm here. And, should I have to cut this short, I have deliberately chosen this building - the Dalhousie Arts Centre - as the location, as it's around just four hundred yards from the local hospital. Besides, it's not as if I can record this at home; thanks to a certain someone, I no longer have a home here in Halifax - not a habitable one, at least.
Simon gets up from his seat.
Simon: Contrary to a statement that I made publicly back in April, last month I discovered something else that can cause me to lose my temper, other than football and wrestling; as Jason O'Neil observed when he spoke in place of me a couple of weeks ago - prior to the match with Kain - to that list you can now add targeting my home, and my family. That discovery of course followed what happened three weeks ago, when - with me having journeyed to Las Vegas - Casey Williams traveled to Halifax, and set my home alight.
The camera follows Simon as he walks to his right, towards a window; he pauses for a moment to look through the window, before turning back to face the camera.
Simon: Kain, I need to apologise to you, not only for striking you with a steel chair, but also for ruining our match. After what you and I had to say about one another, from the end of October onwards, it seemed inevitable that before long, we would find ourselves sharing a ring, as opponents. I had looked to forward to the time when we would have our first one-on-one clash - but, when that time did arrive, it came at an inopportune moment. In the days leading up to our match, I was struggling to concentrate on the matter at hand - instead of my focus being on you, as it should have been, all I could really think about was what I wanted to do to Casey Williams; it was the thoughts of retribution, clouding my mind, that led me to act in a way that is out of character for myself.
Simon takes a few steps to his left, away from the window; he then stops, and speaks once more.
Simon: When I attacked Casey two weeks ago, as he made his way to the ring for his match, that was a reprisal for what he had done the previous week. However, it was not nearly enough to satiate me, so with the frame of mind that I was in when I stepped into the ring for my match with Kain, me acting in the manner that I did probably would have happened, regardless of who my opponent was. So Kain, whether or not you choose to accept my apology is your prerogative, but I assure you that what I did to you was not personal - should you and I be placed in another match as opponents, hopefully next time we'll be able to have a decisive outcome. And as for "The Freight Train of Pain," I now have a match against him next month to look forward to, and the chance to properly exact revenge.
Simon reaches into the pocket of his jeans to retrieve his phone, which he then takes a look at.
Simon: No fresh news.
Simon turns his attention back to the camera.
Simon: Well, I think I've said just about enough for now; all I will add is that, Casey, the clock is ticking.
The scene cuts away.
The ring crew carries out a long glass catwalk tailored to fit over the ramp. They quickly tighten it to the ring, backing out of the way in quickly. As it is set in place, the curtains part as the beat picks up, and the controversial Delia comes out with her manager and fellow Mean Girl, Angelica. Both ladies are dressed in slim fitting black sequin gowns that are slit up their outer sides, with polished black leather boots, and strategically torn stockings. Both ladies are wearing hats with extra large rims, and a black bow with a jewel cut into the shape of a fish, and two large black feathers, pointing toward one another as they walk hand in hand. They stop at the edge of the runway before doing their prominent march forward.
”I don’t really care if you don’t like my hair, because I know it’s amazing…”
The ladies stop to show off their pin up girl hair do’s, slowly moving their cupped hands up the side of the bob before letting go of their grip on one another.
”And I don’t give a damn if you don’t like my tan, because I know it’s amazing…”
The ladies move their leg out away from one another to show off a fresh sun-kissed glow, moving their long black dagger-like nails up their legs to tease at the edge of the extremely high slit.
”And I don’t give two hoots if you don’t like my boots, because I know they’re amazing…”
The ladies step forward prominently to display their boots before doing a complete turn. When they come back around, they are gripping onto their chests tightly, drawing what appears to be blood down their cleavage. It sprays out in an almost cartoon fashion onto the audience members on each side of the catwalk.
”And I don’t give a shit if you don’t like my tits, because I know they’re amazing… Uh, amzing, uh-uh, amazing. Uh amazing, uh-uh, amazing…”
The ladies snub their noses at the fans as the song sings their praises. They march forward like lioness stalking their pray. Once they reach the ring, the ladies toss their hats out to the corners of the ring, Angelica warning the ring crew not to touch them in a very nasty manner. They strut around the ring As the song continues, the ladies give a final salute with a middle finger to each side of the crowd. As they do so, red begins spilling from spouts on the ceiling, slowly drenching the audience as they seek shelter from the slick red liquid.
”And I don’t give a fuck if you think that I suck because I know I’m amazing…”
The music continues as the fans boo the “fashion forward” divas. Angelica flashes a smirk with her crimson lips as Delia just watches on in delight. She flips her hair with a hand, licking at a speck of red on her upper lip, flicking her tongue like Hannibal Lecter as Angelica grabs a microphone from Justin Decent.
Angelica: Ohhh, quit your booin’ you backwood hillbillies. We are educating you on fashion and art, expanding your narrow minds just a little bit at a time. We wouldn’t want your head to explode after all.
The audience boos her even louder as she laughs out loud, all but clutching at her stomach. She sighs into the microphone as she narrows her smoky shadowed eyes at the audience, holding out her claws and trying to reel them back in by curling her finger in slowly.
Angelica: We are on a mission to make this world a better place. I hate to break it to you sheep, but there isn’t only one way of living. That’s the sort of thinking that causes unnecessary bloodshed across the world… The world is an ugly place, and we are going to make it pretty, even if it is one person at a time.
Delia rolls her eyes at the fans as they boo Angelica for her words. She holds her hand out to the side toward the microphone. Angelica hands it over and continues to goad the audience one piece at a time. Delia closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose until she can’t take it anymore.
Delia: You stupid, stupid American PIGS! What must z’e ladies do to get your attention if we don’t want to expose our tits to you, or shake our… beautiful derriere’s… for you? I have learned in my travels across this country that such z’e modern nation is very, very backward in z’eir s’inking, no?
Delia pauses as the fans erupt into even louder boos. She blinks her eyes as she pretends to patiently wait. Angelica shakes her head angrily as she attempts to take the microphone back.
Delia: No, darling… it is fine wi’s me. Drastically stupid people need drastic measures to get z’eir attention, no? Maybe we show z’em by pouring z’e blood back on z’eir hands, yes? Stupid people do not understand our art, so we must educate z’ese imbeciles.
Angelica: We’re not going to stop. We are revolutionaries. I’m sorry, that was a big word… Imagine we are like your Special Ed teachers, guiding you off of the short bus that is known as typical American thinking.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!
Angelica rolls her eyes as she taps her foot impatiently. Delia stands there stone-faced and seemingly unaffected by it. Angelica decides to cut them off eventually, staring them all down in one slow turn, practically shrieking into the microphone until Delia gets it away from her.
Delia: Maybe we could hear you better if you weren’t stuffing your ignorant, overweight mouths wi’s “piggy cow” hooves and overly processed fromage! Z’e fact of z’e matter is that we, z’e Mean Girls, plan to beautify Sin City Wrestling, one… dumb… bitch… at… a… time! Now you may continue your white trash entertainment uninterrupted by any’sing resembling a s’ought…
The audience that hasn’t gotten up to clean the blood from themselves boos them as Delia drops the microphone. “Amazing” begins playing over again as Angelica and Delia strut over to the ropes, unaffected by the raining trash. They exit the ring and march down the catwalk in style, giving off a fresh look at their toned backsides, giving them a slap with a bloody handprint before disappearing behind the curtains.
The scene shifts back to the ringside area. Inside of the ring, Justin Decent stands in the center of the six-sided ring, with referee, Drew Patton, standing in position in the near corner. The bell rings, signifying time for the main event.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! It is now time for our Main Event of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Introducing first, the challengers! At a combined weight of 516 pounds, Ethan Brody and Landon Axel ... the Guns For Hire!
“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, Axel and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers, the two stand on the stage looking around at the audience. After a moment they turn to one another, raising their arms up and slap hands as the two glare at one another, the two then step away and walk down the aisle way with Axel acknowledging the crowd more than Brody. Ethan steps up onto the ring apron whilst Axel climbs the steps and walks along the apron to the opposite apron, Brody steps in as Axel climbs the rungs of the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd with Brody standing near the ropes with his arms raised, Axel steps on the top rope and jumps into the ring. The two step into their assigned corner as the referee walks over to them as the music slowly fades away.
Simone: The Guns For Hire only recently returned to Sin City Wrestling with a victory over the Saviors who had been terrorizing all of SCW. Now? They're competing for the gold.
Adams: Hey I guess the bosses wanted to reward Ethan and Landon for shutting the Saviors up.
Justin: Their opponents are the current reigning and defending SCW Tag Team Champions! Accompanied by Master Lily, at a combined weight of 465 pounds ... Jon Dough and Aaron Matthews!
The crowd cheers as 'New Low' by Middle Class Rut starts playing over the speakers.
"I have no space
"How did I get so far
The cheers of the fans intensifies as the SCW Tag Team Champions, Jon and Aaron, step out onto the stage with Jon's manager, Master Lily, at his side. The two then begin making their way down the aisle.
"I've got a new low
"Well who am I?
Master Lily remains at ringside as Jon and Aaron step through the ropes and each take a corner, raising their arms and the tag belts over their heads, the fans cheering them.
"I've been right; I've been left
No room to move around
And this box is getting smaller
I'm trying to get out"
From where I was
When did I decide
To lose my way
Who have I become"
All 52 cards in a row
I see now that I won't let go
No I won't let go"
A cold shoulder left to cry
You feel bad, well so do I
Yeah so do I"
I've been wrong; I've been left behind
I've been up, but mostly down"
Simone: These two surprised a lot of people when they walked away from that double ladder match as the new Tag team Champions.
Adams: Hey, you never know what's going to happen in the tag team division around here. It's like my underwear. Ever changing.
Simone: Not the best analogy ever made, but sadly to the point.
Jon and Aaron drop to the mat and turn and hand the belts over to Drew. Drew takes them over to the challengers' corner and shows them off, and Landon and Ethan pat the gold for luck. Drew then returns to the center of the ring and holds the titles up high for the crowd to see.
Simone: And the gold if officially on the line.
Adams: I always loved tag team matches! Especially championship matches!
The bell sounds!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Ethan Brody begin things for the challengers, as does Aaron Matthews for the champion. They meet in the center of the ring and almost immediately the two heavy hitters of their respective teams begin trading blows.
Adams: Daaaamn! I don't think we've ever had a match degenerate into a fight so fast before!
Simone: It goes to show you just how much both of these teams want to win this match.
Bone jarring forearm shots are delivered to one another's heads and sternums, until the experience factor comes into play and Ethan blocks a shot from Aaron and brings a knee up into the younger man's stomach, doubling him over. than grabs Aaron into a front facelock and drags him over into the challengers' corner and Landon tags himself in. Both Landon and Ethan send Aaron into the ropes with a dual Irish whip and drive two elbows into his sternum, knocking him back to the canvas. Landon then pulls him up and snapmares him over, and Ethan runs off of the ring ropes and dive clotheslines Matthews in the back of the head.
Adams: It didn't take long for the Guns to show their experience in teamwork, did it?
Simone: In double teaming you mean, but that is a part of the world of tag team wrestling.
Drew orders Ethan out of the ring and then turns back to see Landon covering Aaron, but the referee refuses to make the count as it was the result of the rule infraction.
Simone: Good call there by Drew. You don't see that too often.
Landon brings Aaron up from the mat and clamps on a side headlock to control the champion. Aaron brings him back against the ropes and then fires him off the far side. Aaron rebounds and they collide in a shoulder block and Aaron goes down. Landon then runs over Aaron and rebounds. Matthews jumps off the mat and leap frogs over the challenger. Landon comes off the ropes again and Aaron catches him flush in the face with a beauty of a standing dropkick.
Simone: Did you see the height Aaron Matthews managed with that dropkick? He caught him right in the forehead.
Adams: That's what she said.
Simone: You sick son of a ...
Aaron kips up from where he lay and dashes into the ropes and comes off, landing atop the stunned Landon with a cannonball. He then grabs Landon's leg and drags him over to his corner and tags in his partner, Jon Dough. Jon climbs in and he grabs one of Landon's legs and Aaron the other and they proceed to 'Make A Wish!'
Adams: Ohhh! Why did I just feel the urge to cross my legs!?
Jon pulls Landon up and backs him toward a corner where he lands a knife edge chop to the chest. Jon then goes to Irish whip him into the far corner but Landon reverses it. Jon runs in and proceeds to somersault in the turnbuckles and to the apron ala Ric Flair. Landon charges him for a shoulder block but Jon springboards over him for a sunset flip, but Landon drops to his knees atop Jon's shoulders for a cover.
Simone: I can name a few women out there who wish they were in Jon's spot right now.
Adams: I can name a few men who might feel that way ... like the one writing this match.
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Jon used his legs to roll Landon back into a sunset flip.
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Landon rolled out but rather than attempt a jackknife cover, he powered Jon up from the mat and threw him back against a corner!
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Adams: What a power display there by Landon Axel!
Simone: I can't imagine it felt too great the way Jon's head snapped back like that.
Landon grabs Jon and pulls the masked champion over where he tags Ethan back in. Ethan sends Jon into the ropes and scoops him up for a sidewalk slam, and Landon comes off the middle turnbuckle with a guillotine legdrop across Jon's throat. Aaron jumps into the ring to attempt an intervention but Drew quickly turns around and heads him off. This gives the Guns a brief moment to hook Jon up and bring him over with a double suplex.
Simone: We are really seeing a prime example of the advantage the challengers have in having been a team for as long as they have.
Landon quickly ducks out to his corner as Ethan brings Jon up again and Irish whips him into the ropes, catching him in a spine buster. Ethan rolls right over on top of him, hooking one leg with his arm and the other with his own leg.
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Ethan yells at Aaron as he ducks back out and Drew reprimands him. Ethan drags Jon up by the mast and sends him back into the ropes with a European uppercut. Ethan then Irish whips him off the ropes and swings for a clothesline but Jon ducks, rebounds and then jumps and connects with a flying wheel kick. Both men are down briefly before Jon shakes it off and somersaults over toward his corner and tags in Aaron
The fresh Aaron Matthews uses the top rope to springboard inside of the ring with a high cross body onto Ethan and he hooks the leg.
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Aaron pulls him up to his feet and twists him arm into an arm wringer and short-arm clotheslines him. Aaron pulls him right back up to his feet and this time brings him up and over with a Northern Lights suplex and bridging cover.
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Aaron runs in and grabs Ethan by the leg and pulls him off.
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Ethan gets the shoulder up.
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Landon comes flying off the ropes and body splashes Aaron across his exposed stomach.
Adams: What's good for the goose is... I guess orange sauce.
Landon rushes back to his corner as Aaron yells at Drew to keep him out, before tagging Jon into the ring. Aaron then grabs Ethan by the legs and falls back, catapulting him right into a clothesline from Jon.
Simone: Now we're seeing some unique double teaming by the champions.
As Aaron exits the ring, Jon brings Ethan to his feet and takes him over with a belly to belly suplex into a cover.
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Jon gets right up and grabs Ethan by the legs and tries to turn him over but Ethan fights it.
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Ethan kicks out.
Simone: I think Jon is going for a Boston Crab.
Adams: And Ethan knows it and wants no part of it.
Ethan struggles but Jon wins out and he turns Brody over onto his stomach and settles back, going for a possible submission. Drew leans down to check to see if Ethan wants to tap but Brody refuses. Suddenly Aaron Matthews dashes into the ring and stands over Ethan's back, cupping his chin in his hands and pulls up and back in a combination of a Boston Crab and Camel Clutch!
Adams: Now that is unique by the champions!
Drew immediately starts a count against Aaron!
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But before he can get his team disqualified, Aaron runs back out to his corner and applauds himself. Jon releases one leg of Ethan's and turns the hold into a half crab. Master Lily nods in approval as Jon finally releases him, knowing he won't give in and opts to search for a new means of victory. Jon then pulls Ethan up to his feet and goes to send him into the ropes but the maneuver is reversed. Jon rebounds and jumps for a Thesz press, but Ethan manages to counter and he simply drops the masked Jon Dough to the canvas with a powerbomb. Both men are down and Drew have little alternative but to begin his count!
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Ethan goes for the tag but Jon grabs his foot, blocking it, but Ethan kicks him off and jumps and Landon tags in! Landon jumps in and rushes Jon, clotheslining him to the mat! Aaron tries to intervene but Landon catches him with a drop toe hold, right on top of his own partner. Landon then beckons Ethan back into the ring and the Guns return the favor from earlier by Landon grabbing Aaron's legs and bending him backward in a Boston crab while Ethan sits on the back of Jon Dough and puts him in a camel clutch!
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Simone: Listen to these people! They are loving this tag team action!
Finally Drew restores some order and manages to break up the unique double teaming. He ushers Ethan back out of the ring as Aaron rolls out under the ropes. Landon brings Jon up and goes to send him into the ropes but Dough reverses it and as Landon hits the ropes, Aaron grabs him by the head and drops to the floor, slingshotting Axel's throat across the top rope.
Adams: Neither of these teams has been able to keep control of this match for very long.
Jon tags Aaron in. Jon picks Landon up and delivers a hard body slam to the mat as Aaron mounts the top rope. Aaron then leaps, going for a 450 splash but Landon brings his knees up and Matthews crashes down into them gut-first! Jon stands there stunned, and Ethan barrels into him with a clothesline, knocking him out over the top rope! Ethan then grabs Aaron into position for a powerbomb. he hauls him up into the air and on the way down, Landon delivers a neckbreaker in addition!
Simone: GFH!
Ethan rolls out to prevent Jon from breaking things up as Landon rolls Aaron onto his back and covers him!
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Simone: And just like that! We have brand new SCW Tag Team Champions!
The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Drew presents the tag belts to Landon and then Ethan who returns to the inside of the ring. The Guns For Hire members embrace briefly before Drew holds their arms up high!
Justin: The winners of the match, and NEW SCW Tag Team Champions ... THE GUNS FOR HIRE!!!
A visibly disappointed Jon Dough approaches Master Lily on the outside as Aaron rolls out of the ring. Inside, the celebration continues as Landon straps Ethan's tag belt around his waist, and then Ethan returns the favor. The new champions mount the corners with arms raised high as the fans cheer for the new tag champs!
THANK YOU to Chris, Mark, Erik, Sam, Maggie, The Lord MK, Simon Jones, Jenny, Derek, Craig, Vixen. Also thanks again to Vixen for the great match banner and the supercard banner.