SCW Crowd: Yeah so do I

Jon Dough & SCW Crowd:

I've been right; I've been left
I've been wrong; I've been left behind
I've been up but mostly down

Jon cuts the song half way thru, we see Jon Dough in the middle of the ring. Crowd is heard cheering and clapping. Jon puts the mic closer to his mouth…

The crowd is heard cheering and chanting Jon Dough's name

Crowd: Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!

Jon's body starts to shake and we seem him trying his hardest to stand and still. The crowd is seen looking worried.

Jon Dough: Thanks for the love everyone..

Jon starts pacing back and forth in the ring.

Jon Dough: Man oh man what a two weeks I had. I was told not tell you guys what happened to me over the past two weeks because I will just get laughed at. You guys want to hear about anyways thou?

Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Crowd cheers a bit.

Jon Dough: You guys going to laugh at me huh?

Crowd: No!!!

Jon Dough: You guys promise?

Crowd: Yes!

Jon walks up to one of the turnbuckles and climbs it to sit on the top turnbuckle.

Jon Dough: Ok I will but before I do.... MMMaster Lily can you hear me back there?

A few seconds go by and Lin Ting Lu pops up on the SCW Tron.

Master Lily: Yes I can Jon. Everything ok?

Jon Dough: I'm ok Master, but can you do me a favor?

Crowd is starting to mumble to themselves.

Jon Dough: Can you mmmake sure all tthe kids here ggets a hot dog and a drink to go with it ppplease. Master Wwwong will cover the charges.

Crowd: (All the kids) Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!

Master Lily: You got Jon. Are you sure your ok?

Jon Dough: Yes Master Lily. So two wwweeks ago I ......

Jon Dough collapses from the turnbuckle and falls to the outside of the ring. He is seen not moving.

Simone: What just happened?

Adams: He slipped that’s what’s happened Simone.

Simone: I don't think he slipped Jason.

Crowd is all seen standing trying to figure out what happened. Head Referee Jasmine St. John runs down the ramp to check on Jon Dough. a few seconds go by and Jasmine gets up and puts her hands up in the air above her head and makes a letter X.

Simone: That don't look good Jason, guess he didn't slip after all.

Adams: Or he slipped and that's why Jasmine is calling for the EMT's.

EMTs come down the ramp as well and The FoShan Bombshells and Lin Ting Lu. Behind them all is the man that they call Ninja. Crowd is looking worried a few kids are heard crying not knowing what is going on but can sense the fear in the eyes of the adults. The EMTs put Jon on a stretcher and take him to the back.

The camera’s cut to the back where a BMW pulls up outside the Wynn. The door opens and we see a face that has not been seen in SCW for a few months, Joshua Acquin. As the man dressed in a suit walks into the back door he is stopped by Pussy Willow.

PW: Excuse me Joshua can we get a couple words?

Joshua: Sure

PW: Where have you been the last few months?

Joshua: I was back east in another company thinking it would be great. I will tell you that I belong here in SCW. At least here I have a feeling that management will not screw you over.

PW: For the fans that don’t know who you are give them a little bit about yourself.

Joshua: I am a multi time champion, to include a tag team champion. I am here to make sure that people are in fear of facing me. I am their nightmare. I am the thing that they scream about at night. I will be SCW’s nightmare. Now if you don’t mine I have a better place to be here than talking to you.

With that Joshua pushes by the crew and goes to the back stage area.

The camera returns to ringside and the bell sounds to kick things off!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest here at Climax Control is a Triple Threat match, one fall to a finish!

The lights go black in the nightclub ready for this three way dance. The lighting begins to change as the song begins to play showing a video so similar to his career…His theme song begins to play.

"Mayday, mayday this ship is slowly sinking.
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling.
They're all around me circling like vultures.
They wanna break me and wash away my colors...
Wash away my colors!"

Just as the final line finishes, the song bursts in loudly with guitar and drums coming into one and as they do so, the smoke circles the stage as the lights hit. Michael comes rushing out from behind the black curtain for the fans to see him and they go ballistic as their favorite enigma is ready to do battle. After coming out from the back, Michael immediately stares down the ring from the top of the ramp, he makes eye contact with ring.

Justin: Introducing from St. Louis, Missouri!!!! He is The Enigma... MICHAEL! HARDYYYYYY!

His eyes wander through the building, spotting the multiple multi-colored signs made in support of Michael Hardy and the career he's had. How he saw the Creatures and they were hoping he could pull out the victory here tonight. As Michael continues to make his way to the end of the entrance ramp, he stops as the ramp forms into the floor around the ring and the Creatures and their chants lead him to the entrance floor. With his head dropped to his chest, he slowly raises it so that he is looking directly at the ring. Michael then slowly turns his attention to the steel steps still taking in the fans approval or disapproval whichever the case is. Walking across half of the apron, Michael steps in between the top and middle rope to get inside the ring. Once in the ring, he quickly turns to his right and walks down the ropes to the bottom right turnbuckle. Using his hands to pull himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, Michael brings his body up to a full standing position and throws his arms out to his side and stares out into the crowd. This same sequence occurs for all the turnbuckles. Waiting for his music to die down and the Creatures began to chant, "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!”

Justin: His opponent is from Dallas, Texas, weighing 240 pounds ... Deavon Justice!

"South Texas Death Ride" by Union Underground hits the speakers as the strobe lights flash on and off green. Deavon appears at the entrance arms extended to the side slightly elevated as he looks around eyeing the crowd. He makes his way down the ramp eyes focused on the ring. He stops at the top step and looks around the arena. He gets in the ring and walks to one side of the ropes. He stands on the second rope in the middle arms raised in the air as he soaks up the crowd. He repeats this motion on all four sides of the ring. He, stands in the middle of the ring bouncing up and down shaking his limbs lose as the, strobe light stops and his music dies out.

Justin: And their opponent! From Hollywood, California, weighing 210 pounds ... JT Starr!

The lights in the arena dies down. "This Is Is Why I Rock" began to play in sync to the flashing of gold strobe lights. Out comes JT Starr from the back sporting a sunglasses and a black tank top along with his ring gear. He stopped on the stage and looked around the arena. He smiled and began making his way down to the ring. He slid under the bottom ropes and jumped to his feet. He walked to the corner and climbed the turnbuckle. He looked around the arena again and smirked as the crowd boo the hell out of him. He jumped down from the turnbuckle and walked to his corner. He waits for his opponent as the lights turn back on and his music cuts off.

Simone: This match is going to be very interesting, kicking things off with not one, not two, but three newcomers to Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: The best thing about these matches between the n00bs, is that nobody knows what to expect from them.

Simone: That's true. That goes for us, as well as the men inside of the ring.

Jacob finishes checking Deavon and calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

JT Starr takes Michael by the arm and starts whispering to him, pointing at Deavon who is ready for action.

Simone: Looks like we may have some conspiracy strategy starting already.

Michael and JT speak quickly and then look toward Deavon. the pair nod and start forward, but Michael stops and shoves JT from behind and Deavon quickly lands an uppercut to the chin on Starr.

Adams: That didn't last long, did it?

Simone: It didn't even get a chance to start.

Deavon whips Starr around into the corner and he begins to pepper him with lefts and rights, brutalizing his opponent with stiff, brawling tactics as JT raises his arms over his face, trying to shield himself. Deavon drives a knee into Starr's stomach, doubling him over, and then swings a stiff arm up into his throat in a short clothesline.

Simone: And look at Hardy. He's just standing there, watching.

Deavon then steps back and turns around, spotting Michael Hardy. Deavon lunges for him but Michael leapfrogs up and over him. Deavon stops and spins around but Michael jumps and nails him with a moonsault dropkick right to the kisser. No sooner does he land, than Michael kips up and he grabs Deavon by the legs and quickly turns him over into a Texas Cloverleaf.

Adams: Could we get a submission this fast?

Michael sinks the hold in but this time JT Starr leapfrogs over his head from behind, then rebounds off the far side of the ring and careens right into Michael with a shining wizard to the head.

Adams: Guess we'll never find out.

Simone: But it was a smart save by JT Starr never the less.

JT grabs Hardy and sends him into the corner where he clotheslines him with nowhere to go. Hardy then takes him into a side headlock and gets a running start, planting Michael with a running bulldog. JT then grabs him in a front facelock on the canvas and somersaults over into a bridging submission hold, but Deavon, this time, makes the save.

Simone: This match has been non-stop from the start. None of these three men are wasting any time trying to pick up the win.

Adams: Well of course. With 'My Bloody Valentine' right around the corner, who knows what a win could mean here tonight?

Deavon snatches hold of JT by the hair and drags him to his feet. He lifts him up for a body slam but Michael runs up and dropkicks Starr in the back, knocking Deavon down to the mat with Hardy on top.

1.....
2.....

JT jumps over Michael and rolls him up with an Oklahoma roll.

1.....
2.....

Deavon peels JT off of Hardy and scoops him up and drives him down with a cross-leg scoop slam, keeping him down for the cover.

1.....
2.....
JT gets his shoulder up.

Adams: Not yet!

Simone: And listen to these people here in Tryst! They are loving the effort these three guys are putting into this opener!

Adams: yeah it makes you feel for whoever is following this match.

Deavon returns to his feet and Michael grabs him by the arm and spins him around, landing a knife edge chop across Deavon's bare sternum.

Adams: Damn! That sounded like something exploded!

Michael grabs Deavon and runs him face first into the near corner. Hardy then turns him around and goes to Irish whip him into the far side but Deavon reverses it. Michael jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and springboards back into a flying body press onto Justice! The veteran rolls through until he is atop of Hardy and he hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....

JT grabs Deavon around the waist from behind, drags him off, then nails a bridging German suplex!

1.....
2.....
Deavon kicks out!

Adams: The bosses can't help but be impressed by the efforts of these guys!

Michael is back up and he clotheslines JT from behind. He sends Starr into the ropes with an Irish whip, but baseball slides through his legs, tripping him to the mat face-first. Michael then rolls to the apron and uses the top rope to launch himself up and over and he lands on the back of Starr's head with a guillotine legdrop!

Simone: Now even I have to admit that was pretty slick!

Michael jumps up, celebrating. He turns around and right into a big boot to the stomach by Deavon. Deavon then grabs him in a double underhook, lifts him up and dumps him right on his head in a piledriver maneuver!

Adams: The Rigamortis!

Deavon covers Hardy and hooks the leg.

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

The bell rings and the crowd cheers!

Justin: Here is your winner ... Deavon Justice!

JT looks angry as he is on his knees, holding the back of his head, while Jacob raises Deavon's arm in the air.

Adams: Looks like the sky is the limit for Deavon Justice after a win like that.

JT rolls out of the ring, angrily walking to the back and Hardy rolls under the bottom rope. "Nightmare" by A7X blast through the arena.

Adams: That's Joshua Acquin's music!

Simone: We saw Joshua here earlier!

Deavon looks towards the entrance ramp but Joshua slides in the ring behind him.

Adams: Acquin's in the ring!

Before Deavon can turn around, Acquin locks him in a full nelson and drops him down on his face.

Simone: Nightmare 2!

Acquin gets to his feet, putting his arms out to a mixed reaction, before dropping down and rolling out of the ring. He walks up the ramp, a smile across his face.

Adams: He said he was back and now he's stolen Deavon's thunder.

Acquin disappears behind the curtain as the camera cuts elsewhere.

We fade backstage and into a small conference area to find Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and Erik Staggs sitting around a table. There is obviously a lot of tension between them as they slowly look between each other. Erik takes a deep breath as he places his attention on both Mark and Christian, clasping his hands together.

Erik: Well, I guess I will be the one to address the elephant in the room… We’ve got a big decision to make regarding the Main Event at My Bloody Valentine…

Despite his monotone, condescending attitude, the fans pop loudly from ringside. Mark and Christian both nod their heads as they stare back at Erik. After another moment of silence, Erik flashes a cocky smirk in their direction.

Erik: Fortunately, it’s a pretty easy decision. Now, we know I’m not the biggest fan of him, but Kain earned the title shot fair and square, so it looks like it will be Kain versus Giani Di Luca for the Heavyweight Championship at My Bloody Valentine… This little meeting has been great, but…

HS: Hooooooold up there. Kain? I respect Kain a lot an maybe he deserves to become a triple crown champ someday, but My Bloody Valentine will not be his day. There's only one man who can do this job and bring the gold home and that Max Burke.

Erik: Whuh-uh-at? Okay, why don’t we just add JT Starr and Deavon Justice to the match while we’re at it? Come on, Mark, he is just returning and hasn’t even competed since!

Erik’s smarmy attitude causes Mark to glare at him, ready to snap back when Christian places his hands on the table, fingers laced together.

Christian: Guys, come on. Now, if I have to be brutally honest here, I sort of agree with Erik.

Both Erik and Mark go stone silent and turn and stare at Christian. Christian holds his hands up, pleading innocence.

Christian: I know! I was shocked too! But it is the truth. Burke just returned and has yet to compete. Who has he beaten to warrant this shot at the gold?

Erik: Exactly!

Christian: Now Jeremiah Hardin on the other hand...

HS: Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. How did we get to Jeremiah Hardin?

Christian: We are here to discuss championship contenders, aren't we? I think Jeremiah Hardin could very well be one of the more logical men to put against Giani Di Luca for the big prize.

Both Erik and Mark look ready to argue this point, but Christian quickly interrupts before they have the chance to.

Christian: Think about it boys! When was the last time we saw someone rise as fast as he did and snatch a championship away? He blew away every guy that tried to take that title from him until a couple weeks ago. And uh...

Christian turns to Mark with a smile.

Christian: I'd also like to point out the little fact that it was your boy Max Burke who Jeremiah beat for the title in the first place.

Erik: What? What is wrong with you two? Kain is the obvious choice here. When we were looking to crown a Number One Contender for the Heavyweight title, he defeated Simon Jones…

HS: Yeah, by disqualification, mate… Jeremiah Hardin got lucky against Max, he musta had a rabbits foot in his pocket. He couldn't even beat Brother Grimm! Why would he stand a chance against Giani? Max has people interested, but Hardin? Nah mate

All three men seem a bit frustrated as they go silent for a second longer. Erik shakes his head as he looks away from the two of them and toward the door.

Erik: You asked for my opinion here, and my opinion is the obvious choice here. I’m not bending here, I think it should be Kain, without a shadow of a doubt.

HS: Max has pedigree, you wouldn't know what that means Erik.. He makes things happen, you couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery, let alone come up with a good number one contender.

Erik and Mark look to one another, nostrils flared as they look almost as if there is about to be a backstage brawl. Christian loudly clears his throat as he shakes his head in disgust at both men.

Christian: Jesus! If you two could whip them back in and end your little measuring contest, you'd see that the answer is right in front of us! Mark wants Burke. Erik wants Kain. I want Jeremiah ... not a word Ward! Guys! Fatal Fourway match! Huh? Giani versus Jeremiah versus Kain versus Max Burke!

Erik and Mark look at Christian as if he had suggested the most crazy thing in the entire world. They look to one another as if to contemplate the possibilities before smiles creeps over their faces simultaneously.

Christian: Chaos reigns in wrestling. people want the action of a chaotic match... then we give it to them.

Christian stands up.

Christian: Then we make it official. It's a Fatal Fourway for the SCW Heavyweight Championship at My Bloody Valentine.

Hot Stuff stands up first, turning his back to the two and walking towards the door. Erik pushes back his chairs, rising to his feet and moving towards the door as the camera fades out

Adams: Earlier this week SCW’s own Kenny Chisholm got the chance to sit down with ACW World Champion, Drake Green. Let’s take a look at what Mr. Showtime had to say.

The camera cuts to Kenny and Drake sitting down in a studio like setting on two leather chairs facing each other. Kenny is wearing a gray suit and Drake is wearing a black sport coat over a white shirt with dark colored jeans.

Kenny: So it’s been a long journey to get here. The emotional roller coaster going back and forth between you and Mark Ward has been a tough one; albeit an entertaining one. Why don’t you walk me through what that’s been like?

Drake: It’s been aggravating that’s for sure. It all boils down to Mark wanting me to join him in his reincarnated Supremacy and I turned him down. It was never meant to be insulting but I felt at that time I needed to be on my own path. I don’t think he liked hearing no very much.

Kenny smiles.

Kenny: I don’t think so either. Now that you have JJ Dixon in your corner, will there be more to ACW than just the World title?

Drake: I think so, yes. I certainly hope so. JJ has his faults sure but he’s an incredible performer and her understands the kind of matches and spectacles that the fans want to see. Will ACW ever return to the prominence it once was? I don’t know. One thing I do know is that JJ and I are doing all we can to get out from underneath Mark Ward. It starts with My Bloody Valentine and then on to the SCW Heavyweight title rematch that I’m owed. If JJ is going to sell ACW to the networks it will go along way if SCW’s Heavyweight champion is prominently featured on the show.

Kenny: So you’ve come back to toward the top of the card with your ACW title and you’ve got the match you’ve been asking for. The world wants to know…is Mr. Showtime going to walk out of My Bloody Valentine victorious. Can he beat Hot Stuff?

Drake’s smile fades.

Drake: Can I beat Mark Ward? Let me tell you something Kenny, that little piece of shit can’t hold a candle to me. He’s a washed up, over cocky asshole who’s got a day of reckoning coming his way. I see that look in your eye Kenny. That look of doubt…

Kenny: I didn’t say-

Drake cuts Kenny off.

Drake: You didn’t have to. Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m the Man of the People. I’m the reason people even tuned in to you in the first place in ACW. Mark Ward ain’t got shit on the Showtopper. You understand that?

Kenny: What I meant to say was that Ward is a legend in this business and that he is a Co-Owner of the company that will be hosting this event. Don’t you think there’s a chance for some interference or some other type of fishy finish?

Drake: I know exactly what you meant, Kenny. I know who cuts your paycheck at the end of the week. I know who you’ll be rooting for at the end of the day and quite honestly I don’t give a damn. If you think someone like you is gonna effect the outcome of this match you’ve been seriously mislead. Just like every other one of Hot Stuff’s mongrels and stooges you are meaningless. What matters on February 2nd is that Mark Ward will be tapping out and Mr. Showtime will be moving on to what is rightfully his and what Ward and his pathetic group of followers has tried to screw me out of…my SCW Heavyweight title re-match. Ward says he wants to rid the world of ACW but I’m sorry to tell you this…I am ACW and I’m not going anywhere. Now if you’ll excuse me, the sight of you makes me sick…

Drake gets up throw his small clip-on microphone down to the ground and walks off camera. A stunned Kenny Chisholm turns to the camera.

Kenny: What did I do?

The “Matthew Kennedy News” logo flashes on the screen before it cuts to Matthew’s news studio where we is sitting behind a desk, however this week he isn’t alone behind the desk as Marty and a bored looking Jessie Salco are sitting next to him.

MK: Welcome to Matthew Kennedy News, I am your host Matthew Kennedy.

MM: And I am his new co-anchor Marty McFarge.

Jessie: How did he talk you into this again?

MM: Three words, Lizzie Short Nudes!

MK: In today’s top story! Brother Grimm was reportedly asked by Make-A-Wish to visit a dying child in the hospital but they quickly regretted that choice when said child ran out of his hospital room screaming for his mummy.

MM: That’s what they get for sending in a boogey man!

Jessie: And they had to send me to calm him down, I can’t believe you pricks are making fun of a dying kid!

MM: Jess, I take my comedy cues from a Scottish Comedian called Frankie Boyle, in other words there’s no such thing as going too far!

Jessie: That explains the incident where I caught you jerking off to me and Shane……

MK: AHEM! Let’s try to traumatize the audience by making them think about your boyfriend’s short comings.

Shane: HEY!

MK: My first of many guests this week is the Heavy Metal Bombshell herself Jessie Salco, Jessie, how are you this evening?

Jessie: Bored and waiting for this segment to end so I can prepare for my match against JD Phoenix.

MK: Good to hear! Now Jessie, we all know that your boyfriend hasn’t exactly been measuring up in the bedroom so I have to ask, are you seeing anyone else?

Jessie: ……are you actually trying to end my relationship with Shane?

MM: Yes!

Matthew and Jessie glare at him and Marty shuts up.

Jessie: I refuse to answer that question.

MM: Fine, I’ll just go and post the sex tape of you, Shane and Lizzie on the SCW forums!

Jessie: Wait, what?

MK: There’s a reason Lizzie led you and Shane to that particular locker room, that’s all I’m saying.

Jessie: Ugh! No I’m not and unless you destroy that tape by the end of the show I’ll crush Marty’s tiny dick with a sledgehammer!

MM: Well I’m off to destroy the tape!

Marty says before leaving quickly.

MK: Now you were in my home city for a Kataklysym concert earlier this week, how was it?

Jessie: London or the concert?

MK: Both.

Jessie: London was nice from what little I saw of it and the concert kicked ass.

MK: Good! And last but not least, any final words for your opponent?

Jessie: Not really since she didn’t tape a promo but I now I’ve gotta go so I’m off!

Jessie leaves the news room and the logo flashes on the screen again.

SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - FATAL FOURWAY
GIANI DI LUCA © vs MAX BURKE vs KAIN vs JEREMIAH HARDIN

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he awaits his partner. All of the lights in the building slowly fade out, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. Then the voices of little girls is heard over the speakers, reciting;

"'B' is for 'Baby' ... 'F' is for 'Fear'
Beware for the children ... The evil draws near."

Adams: I feel bad things are going to happen to me

Simone: I only wish I could make them happen, however the former Tag Team Champions are joining forces once more, we saw Blood Omen form last week and they were unsuccessful, will Goth and Brother Grimm prove to be more of a hit?

Adams: I see dead people.

Simone: No, that’s Brother Grimm and Goth.

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, staring at his former tag team partner as the music fades away and the lights go back to normal.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team contest! In the ring at a combined weight of 485 pounds, they are the former SCW Tag Team Champions! Hailing from the Netherlands, he is the inaugural triple crown champion.. GOTH! From the other side of darkness, he is the reigning and defending Roulette Champion.. BROTHER GRIMM!

Brother Grimm walks over towards Goth and the two exchange a look as “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.

Adams: Ethan Brody has recently joined Twitter, tweeting away, which is what it is for but it’s nothing compared to mine. @JasonAdamsSCW

Simone: Selfless cheap plug there, almost worthy of getting a cheap-pop, however the focus will be on the new Tag Team Champions, Guns for Hire, as they’ll be heading into My Bloody Valentine to defend those championships and prove here tonight why they are worthy of being champions.

Adams: Goth is a former two time heavyweight champion, Brother Grimm won the Roulette Championship the same night the ‘Guns’ captured those tag titles, if they needed a test it lies in the two men standing in the ring.

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.

Justin: And their opponents, weighting in at a combined weight of 516 pounds, they are the current reigning and defending SCW Tag Team Champions, Ethan Brody and Landon Axel.. GUNS FOR HIRE!

Justin steps out of the ring as Jasmine St. John takes the tag team championships off Ethan and Landon, walking over to Brother Grimm who hands over the Roulette Championship, she leans through the ropes to hand the three straps to Jason on the outside before stepping back into the ring to call for the bell.

*DING*DING*DING*

Landon Axel looks towards is partner to signify the ‘rock, paper, scissor’ method to choose who starts, but Ethan Brody ignores Axel as he nods his head in acceptance and steps out onto the ring apron. Goth and Brother Grimm look towards each other, Grimm points towards their opponents corner saying a few words, Goth nods and the pair glare over to Ethan Brody, Goth steps out onto the ring apron as Brody and Grimm begin to pace around the ring.

Simone: And the match is underway with Brother Grimm and Ethan Brody starting things off

Brother Grimm and Ethan step into the centre of the ring, Ethan quickly locks Grimm into a side headlock, readjusting his grip to make sure the hold is secure. Grimm manages to push Brody forward into the ropes with Ethan running back to look for a clothesline, Brother Grimm ducks underneath it and runs into the ropes himself, both men bounce into the ropes at the same time and it’s Brother Grimm who strikes first. Hitting a clothesline, Ethan quickly gets up to his feet only to be greeted by the roulette champion, who delivers a Scoop Slam on the seasoned veteran. Brody holds onto his back as Brother Grimm takes a few steps back, Ethan gets up to his feet, Brother Grimm rushes across the ring and connects with his version of the Busaiku Knee Kick. The Exile falls backwards like a recently chopped tree. Brother Grimm rolls Brody onto his front and tries to lock in the Scorpion Crosslock, Ethan manages to break out of it and quickly gets to his feet, Brother Grimm hooks the arms of Brody in an double underhook fashion, trying to go for suplex but Ethan again breaks the grip and lifts Brother Grimm up and hits a spine-tingling spinebuster.

Adams: Our Roulette Champion just shared the same thing Madonna did to an apple tree in Africa, they got planted!

Simone: ..I’m sorry, What?

Adams: Don’t you get it, Simone? Shall I simplify it for you?

Simone: That is what I have to work with ladies and gentleman, anyways back to the action and Brother Grimm has showed why he is one of the best competitors in SCW today, and dominating the early stages in this contest.

Brother Grimm gradually gets to his feet, giving Ethan enough time to catch his breath, hooking Brother Grimm’s arm underneath his own body before hitting pumphandle fallaway slam. Brother Grimm lands near his own corner, getting to his feet with Ethan Brody glaring at him, Goth leans over the ropes and slaps Brother Grimm’s back and Jasmine acknowledges the tag. Goth steps through the ropes and immediately goes on the offensive, hitting a few knife-edge chops causing Brody to stumble back first into the turnbuckle, Goth leaps up to go for a dropkick but Brody slaps the feet away and rushes across the ring, Goth gets up to his feet as Brody rushes towards him and hits a Big Boot. Goth falls through the ropes to the outside as Ethan Brody walks over to his partner, Landon and tags him in. Goth gets up as Axel runs along the ring apron and leaps off to hit a flying forearm smash, fans ringside go wild as Axel flicks his hair out of his face and raises his arms up, Axel grabs the head of Goth and slides him back into the ring. Axel puts his hands on the middle rope, knee onto the ring apron, pulling himself up which allows Goth time to get his breath, Landon puts his head through the ropes to climb through but Goth puts him into a front-face headlock, hitting the Goth Drop with Axel landing precariously on the canvas.

Simone: Landon Axel seemed to have Goth pegged but there is a reason he was on top of the mountain a couple of times.

Adams: I never realised the body could bend like that, giving me some ideas, well some ideas of google searches later.

Simone: You say later but your phone is out as we speak, I think my broadcast colleague maybe quiet for the next few minutes

Goth gets up and hits a Fist Drop into the temple of Landon Axel, Goth lifts Axel up by his hair, Jasmine signals for Goth to let go of the hair, Goth hooks the arms and hits a double arm DDT. Axel looks in worse condition as he Goth pulls his limp body up and locks in the Crossface Chicken wing, falling down on the canvas, Axel doesn’t have anywhere to go as he is screams out in agony. Jasmine kneeling down next to him asking the question, Axel yells out ‘no’, the fans getting behind Axel with Brody slapping the turnbuckle in support as the entire nightclub claps in unison. Landon feeling the atmosphere uses his feet to push himself slowly towards the ropes, managing to get his foot onto the bottom rope to the jubilation of the crowd. Jasmine begins to execute the five count, Goth lets go as she counts to four. Goth grabs the ankle of Axel and drags him into the centre of the ring, Landon hurting from the previous manoeuvre tries to kick Goth off, Goth tries to drag him into his corner but Landon hopes up to one foot and hits an enzuigiri. Goth falls face first into the canvas with Landon not moving on the canvas either forcing Jasmine to start the ten count.

Simone: Jasmine has already got to four, Axel clearly still feeling the effects of Goth’s chicken wing, but Landon’s enzuigiri literally took the head of the former two time heavyweight champion.

Adams: If anyone is questioning whether Goth is a mannequin, we now know he isn’t, his head would have been in row Z if he was.

Simone: because that’s what we’re all wondering, Jason! Landon seems to be getting back to his feet first but Goth is closer to his corner, who’ll get the tag first?

The fans cheering on Axel but it’s Goth who gets the tag first, Brother Grimm climbs into the ring and rushes across the ring but stops as Axel slaps the hand of Ethan Brody, the fans go wild as Brody gets into the ring. Brother Grimm takes a step back but decides to chance his luck, running towards Brody but Ethan leaps up and Thesz Press Grimm, hitting fierce right and left hands, Jasmine begins to count but Ethan gets up, Goth climbs into the ring behind Brody and locks part of the Gothic Dream in onto the British Veteran. Brody struggles and falls down onto one knee, Axel gradually gets into the ring and hits a well-timed Death Sentence superkick onto Goth, Goth falls down onto the canvas near the bottom rope, Landon rushes and baseball slides Goth onto the outside with him sliding out after him. Brody feeling a bit groggy is still on one knee as Brother Grimm quickly tries to lock in ‘the boneyard’, Brody manages to break by falling onto the canvas, Grimm leans over the body of Ethan to try and grab his head but Brody seizes the moment and locks in the Modified Gogoplata.

Simone: Ethan Brody has locked in the move known as Solitary Confinement! Grimm has nowhere to go!

Adams: Goth is lying on the outside, Axel is leaning against the guard rail, Brother Grimm is confined with nowhere to go!

Simone: Best analogy of the night by you there, Jason. Our Roulette Champion is in trouble!

Brother Grimm is refusing to submit, his free hand waving around trying to keep awake, Brody locks in the move tighter and tigher, Grimm’s legs begin to buckle as his free arm slowly goes limp. Jasmine asks Brother Grimm if he submits but Grimm shakes his head. Brody isn’t letting go of the hold and Brother Grimm’s eyes roll into the back of his head leaving Jasmine no alternative but to call for the bell. Ethan lets go of the move with Brother Grimm falling limp onto the canvas as ‘The End’ beginning to play over the cheering crowd.

Justin: The winners of the match, Landon Axel and Ethan Brody… GUNS FOR HIRE!

Simone: Jasmine had no choice but to call for the bell, Grimm looked like he passed out to the move, he just didn’t want to give up and that is why he is one of the toughest and going to be the one to watch in 2014!

Adams: I wish I could say he looked blue in the face but he’s just so white..

Simone: Guns for Hire with vital victory leading into their first championship defence, maybe they’ll be the team of 2014, beating Sinful Obsession record and proclaiming the tag division as their own.

Adams: Been said too many times, only time will tell on that one!

Coming soon in 2014...

Sin City Wrestling will kick off it's first tour of the year as the Superstars and Bombshells travel to the continent of Africa!

All stops and locations to be announced at 'My Bloody Valentine'!

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Were backstage and we see the EMT, and Lin Ting Lu with Jon Dough. Jon is just coming about; he appears to be ok but weak.

Jon Dough: What happened?

EMT: You fainted Mr. Dough. You appear to have fainted due to dehydration. Lin Ting Lu told me that you been sick with the flu. You may have not taken in enough fluids in your body.

Ninja is seen approaching Lin Ting Lu.

Jon Dough: My arm hurts Master.

EMT: You fell from the top turnbuckle and landed on your left arm. You must have sprain your wrist on your left arm. We will need take you to the hospital to take a better look.

Ninja and Lin Ting Lu look at each other and Ninja shakes his head at her.

Master Lily: No that won’t be necessary.

EMT: But Ms. Lin his wrist could be broken.

Again Lin Ting Lu looks at Ninja who again shakes his head.

Master Lily: I'm sorry but that really won’t be necessary.

EMT: On behalf of SCW, I must take him to get looked at.

Master Lily: Well Jon works for Master Wong. He just wrestlers in SCW. His want you call a freelancer. Look tell you what will have Zoey Carpenter take a look at him and go from there ok.

The EMT takes a second to think about it.

EMT: Tell you what will go get Zoey and take it from there.

Master Lily: Fair enough

Jon Dough: But you said earlier that I would be needed later on for the show.

Master Lily: Don't worry about that Jon, Song and Orchid can handle it. It’s more about them anyways

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SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
GUNS FOR HIRE © vs JON DOUGH and FROST

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Backstage, we see Contessa Flannigan storming around, opening up doors and slamming them once she has not found what she is looking for. She growls as she opens up another door, eliciting a scream from one of the ladies. She rolls her eyes and slams the door before leaning against the wall in frustration. Before long, Mickey Carroll and “Real Money” Jimmy Ringo walk past her, both men whispering to one another. Jimmy pumps his fist toward his mouth, poking his tongue against his cheek as Mickey chuckles.

Tessa: Ha ha ha… yer a real comedian. Piss off, the both of ye’s! I got more important bitches to deal with right now… Bloody Mean Girls…

Ringo: Listen up slut. If you’re trying to get inside of my pants, that’s not the way to do it.

Mickey: Trust me, she has a good use for that mouth…

Tessa furls her brows at Mickey before she slaps the taste out of his mouth. She spits at him as she tries to walk off. Ringo stands in her way, holding his hands up as he chuckles at her anger.

Ringo: Come on, baby… I was only messin’ with you. I know ya got your eye on some of Real Money but here's the thing. Money don't stick his dick in 3 dollar whores....he won't spend less than $4.

Tessa walks over to him slowly, looking him up and down as she leans in for what seems to be a kiss. She rests her hands on his shoulder as Mickey gets ready to say something. However, he is too late as she pulls him in, shoving her knee into his groin as hard as she can. Jimmy’s face goes red as he falls to one knee. Tessa gives Mickey a wink and blows Jimmy a kiss as she walks off, opening another door only to slam it seconds later. She continues down the hall as we fade out.

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Justin: The following is a Hardcore Rules Bombshell Match. Introducing first…

"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.

Justin: From Miami, FL…she is a member of the New Extremes…accompanied to the ring by her brother Jake…Jessie Salco!

The two do some head banging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for her opponent.

Justin: And her opponent…

"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 mix of cheers and boos. 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.

Justin: From San Diego, California…’The Princess of Kick Ass”…JD Phoenix!

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 at her opponent as her music cuts off.

Adams: Remember, Belinda, this is a Hardcore Rules match. Anything goes!

Simone: Oh is that what that means?

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings and Jessie smacks Phoenix right across the face. JD tries to throw a punch but Salco ducks and then kicks Phoenix in the mid-section. She whips JD into the ropes and as she comes back, Salco hits her with a flying forearm. She gets up and starts stomping on Phoenix, who rolls over to the ropes and then slides out down to ringside.

Adams: What an impressive start by the former Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Jessie, inside the ring, starts to shadow every move by JD who is outside of the ring. JD steps up on the apron but Salco comes charging and JD drops back down to ringside before she gets there. Jessie decides to go to the opposite side of the ring and slips down to ringside. She starts to chase Phoenix around the ring but as Salco turns the corner JD trips her, sending her flying into the corner of the Spanish announcers table. Phoenix runs over and kicks Jessie hard in the back and she screams out in pain.

Adams: I think Jessie is hurt.

Taking advantage, Phoenix picks up a chair and begins to smack the living hell out of Jessie’s back.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She falls limp to the floor as Phoenix throws the chair away. She grabs Jessie by the inside of her mouth and drags her over to the steel barricade. She picks her up and then puts her throat up against the top the barricade and then squeezes down as hard as she can, choking her opponent. She drops Jessie to the ground and then screams out in to the audience to a mixed reaction.

Simone: There seems to be quite a few Jessie Salco fans out in the audience tonight.

JD grabs Jessie by her head, picks her up, and slams her face right in to one of the steel ring posts. Salco bounces off and falls right back down to the concrete floor. JD kicks her a few times before grabbing her by her hair and picking her up again. This time she slaps Jessie across the face and throws her whole body in to the steel barricade and follows it up with a quick, hard kick to the midsection.

Adams: Phoenix is starting to get kind of vicious out there.

JD walks over to ring side looking for another weapon to use to inflict more pain on to Jessie Salco. She finds a ring bell and walks it over toward Jessie. As she starts to get to her feet, JD swings the bell wildly.

DING!

The bright gold bell bounces off of Jessie’s face and cuts her left cheek open. JD drops the bell to the concrete floor and grabs Jessie pulling her toward the ring. She lifts her up and pushes her up on to the apron and then underneath the bottom rope. Phoenix springs herself up on to the apron and then climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and perches, waiting for Jessie to wobble to her feet. As she does, JD launches in to the air and connects with a hard flying clothesline that takes Jessie off of her feet and back down to the mat. JD quickly covers Jessie up and Drew Patton drops to the mat for the count.

Adams: We could have a winner here…

One!

Two!

Thr-

Simone: No! The NXT member gets her shoulder up at the last second.

JD peels Jessie up off of the mat and gives her a quick snap suplex and then goes for the pin again and Drew Patton drops down for another count.

One!

Two!

Adams: Salco kicks out again!

JD jumps again and this time she picks Salco and drags her over toward the ropes. She picks her up on to her shoulder in a front powerslam position and then dumps her over the top rope and down to ringside and on to the concrete floor. She poses for the crowd in the ring and this time she is met with a few more boos, most of which come to her surprise. She turns her attention back toward Salco and goes to his springboard dropkick but Salco, finally recovering from some her beating, sidesteps quickly which sends her opponent flying in to the steel barricade.

Adams: What resiliency by the former Roulette Champ!

Both Bombshells are a bit slow to get to their feet and end up back there at the same time. Salco, seizing her moment, plows in to Phoenix with a hard clothesline that sends JD back down to the concrete floor. She quickly grabs Phoenix by the hair and pulls her over near the steel steps and with all of her might she throws JD toward the steps. She flips over in the air and crashes back first and upside down on top of the steps; bouncing off and separating them at the same time.

Adams: Holy cow did you see that?!

Crowd: This Is Awesome! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP CLAP CLAP This Is Awesome! CLAP-CLAP-CLAP CLAP CLAP

Salco pulls out a table from underneath the ring and sets it up. She walks over to where JD’s limp body is lying and drags her over to the table. She lays Phoenix on top of the table and then slides under the bottom rope. She screams out in to the crowd to massive reaction before grabbing hold of the top rope and springboarding herself up in to the air. She flips over and, before she can land on top of Phoenix, JD moves out of the way and Jessie lands hard with a swanton bomb and breaks straight through the table.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Adams: That was insane! Both Bombshells have no idea where they are!

Simone: Phoenix just moved out of the way on pure instinct. She didn’t even see Jessie flying through the air.

Both bombshells are a bit disorientated but JD has the wherewithal to slide under the bottom rope and in to the ring. Jessie takes a few more seconds but eventually does the same thing. Now, both women are standing in the center of the ring staring at each other and JD makes the first move running in with a clothesline attempt but Jessie counters and hits a quick neckbreaker.

Crowd: POP!

Jessie jumps up back on her feet and waits for the disorientated JD to get up and turn around. As she does, Jessie grabs her around the head and flips her up over her head.

Adams: What a picture perfect Capture Suplex!

Jessie gets up, points straight to the air and screams out in to the crowd. She walks over to the ring post and climb s to the top turnbuckle. As he she tries to get herself set, Phoenix runs over and catches her with a right hand. After they trade blows for a minute Jessie throws JD back down on to the mat, she screams out again and then launches up in to the air, twisting head over heels as she comes back down to the mat.

Adams: Wall of Death 450! This one is over!

Simone: Goodnight!

Jessie hooks the leg and Drew Patton drops down for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner…Jessie Salco!

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SCW BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
VIXEN and MISTY © vs EMMA ROSE and JOANNE CANELLI

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The scene shows Casey Williams showing Andrew Garcia around backstage. They stop in front of Andrews locker room.

Casey: ”Look, Andrew, you got your own locker room, pretty amazing, eh?

They walk into the locker room so Andrew, who is in awe, can get an idea of what it is like.

Andrew: ”Casey why do I have my own locker room? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing and all, but I haven’t done anything to warrant it.

Andrew examines the room a bit more while Casey speaks.

Casey: ”It is because I requested it, seeing that myself, Ben Jordan, and Jordan Williams all see your potential and think you have what it takes to be champion, and champions deserve their own locker rooms.”

They exit the room and head towards Jordan and Ben‘s locker room

Andrew: ”I really appreciate the faith that you 3 have shown in me since I signed up to your school. What do I have to do to thank you guys for that faith?”

Casey laughs before answering Andrew.

Casey: ”Just go out to that ring, and show the world what you are truly capable of. Da

le them the same way you did to Ben, Jordan and myself. That is all the thanks we need, well that and winning some gold. On that note, I have to get ready to commentate the match between Damien Kingston and Simon Jones. I will catch you later, and perhaps we can go for a drink later.”

They arrive at Jordan and Ben‘s locker room.

Andrew: ”I will promise I will do what it takes to make you guys happy.”

Andrew smiles as he knocks on the door and Casey walks away.

The ring crew ushers out the runway which immediately insights booing from the audience. They quickly fasten the runway to the ring and disperse as “The Nobodies” by Marilyn Manson plays over the public address. The curtains part as Delia pushes her way through and slowly walks onto the stage. She is wearing a large hat fashioned out of… trash bags? Her face is blackened with what appears to be ashes as she lifts her head up, looking out across the audience. Her long, sparkling gown cascades down her figure, hugging it tightly to show off her ample backside while flowing upon the ground. She runs the fingers of her right hand up her cheek, smearing the dirt as she sways her hips, walking forward.

Simone: Delia is looking awfully trashy out here tonight.

Adams: Umm, I don’t get it…

As Delia walks down the stage, Angelica shoves her way through the curtains with authority as newspaper hugs her hips and barely covers her chest. In similar fashion, newspaper flowers are strewn about her deep brunette hair. Her legs look like a bloodied ransom note with large printed words in bold print strike out at the audience. She looks out at the audience, almost as if she has a scowl on her face before she roars out at them. She marches forward with authority as she catches up with the more elegant looking Delia. They hook arms as they work their way down the runway and to the apron. Delia lifts her dress up as she climbs through the ropes while Angelica turns around, standing on the bottom rope as she leans over, giving the audience a glance at her ass-ets from all sides. She turns back around and climbs over the top ropes before coming into the ring. Angelica marches around to each side of the ring, allowing everyone a controversial show with bold words such as “Death” “Congress” “Heroin” and “Equality” slapping the audience across the face. She stops before demanding a microphone from Justin Decent. Before she does, Delia rips her dress off, revealing herself to be nearly naked, large pieces of paper with more bold statements on them barely making her decent. The audience gasps when they see the scattered slits on the surface of her skin, and she holds her hands up, rubbing it in further.

Adams: Hum-a-na, hum-a-na, hum-a-na, boner!

Simone: Bold statements here, but this is pretty tacky, even for these two…

Angelica snatches the microphone out of Justin’s hand, turning toward Delia as the fans boo them on.

Angelica: SHUT UP!

Angelica screeches into the microphone, startling the audience a bit as the boos slowly die down. Angelica angrily licks at her bottom lip as she raises the microphone back to her lips.

Angelica: I figured this week we would serve something up that you might be able to wrap your tiny little minds around… Trash! Trash, as in the majority of the audience here tonight, living in your trashy apartments, driving your trashy cars, with your trashy girlfriends, cheering on the trashy roster in this BEYOND TRASHY promotion run by… trash… Do you get it? Good, now let’s move on.

The audience throws paper, cups, and various other pieces of trash into the ring while Angelica and Delia both throw their arms in the air, waving it in even more. They almost seem to revel in it for a moment.

Angelica: I know only a few of you can read, so that’s why we decided to plaster some food for thought on our bodies, in hopes that maybe one person will understand what we are doing here.

Adams: Pissing off the audience, clearly…

Angelica: It takes an educated person to understand fashion. Educated people realize that there are problems in the world… and that the world isn’t only that little bubble you live in that is filled with Big Gulps, Marlboro’s, and gambling debts… In honor of the Pay It Forward Weekend, we have decided that we wanted to try to get through to people, even just one person… Because we are… *sniffles* such nice people. We are!

Clearly emotional and frustrated by the lack of intellect around her, Angelica wipes at her eye and hands the microphone over to Delia who gives Angelica a slight hug before turning to address the audience.

Delia: Darling, it is alright. Stupid doesn’t know stupid. But it is tonight z’at we will change z’is! Z’e word “stupid”…

Delia turns around, showing off the word plastered across her bottom, running her finger across the letters slowly so that the audience might comprehend.

Delia: … is you… *points* and you, and you, and you, you, you, you… and of course, darling… you. It is z’e lack of intellect z’at most Americans suffer from. Vocabulary word of z’e day, darlings. And for z’e selection of music for z’e evening… “The Nobodies”…

Delia turns around, showing the word in comic print on her left arm

Delia: … it refers to z’at which we are surrounded by in z’e locker room. It is why I refuse to participate in wrestling for z’is promotion as I am trained in mixed martial arts as well as various styles of wrestling… The best money can buy… If z’ere were more Bombshells like us, I would be…

Tess: Would ye manky, clatty gobshite’s please shut yer mouths? Nobody wants to hear it, ye attention whores!

Tessa Flannigan walks through the curtains with a microphone in hand, and a raging attitude that is just begging to explode all over the place. She wastes no time marching across the runway, kicking pieces of trash along the way.

Tess: I’m certainly not the fan favorite around here… I’ve done some mean things, so when the audience cheers… for me?! It means that ye got no business running yer mouths. So how about ye shut yer traps… or I shut ‘em for ye?

The fans cheer loudly at her suggestion as Tess rolls her eyes. She steps into the ring approaching both ladies with the microphone still firmly positioned near her mouth. Both ladies back up, nonchalantly looking around as they side step Tess. Angelica grabs the microphone and taunts Tessa as she continues to follow her.

Angelica: You can try… but they’re all gonna laugh at you.

Tess: Ye wanna bet me, bitch? I will crack ye in yer skull so hard that… OHHHHH!

Suddenly Tessa feels something slippery and wet pouring down over her head… Crimson red clouds her face as she looks down to avoid getting it in her mouth. Angelica laughs and points as Delia holds onto her own stomach, trying not to fall over. The audience gives a mixed reaction, though it is more booing than anything. Angelica tries to catch her breath as she raises the microphone to her lips once more.

Angelica: THEY’RE ALL GONNA LAUGH AT YOU!

As Angelica mimics Carrie, the camera looks up slowly to find Mz Holly Wood perched up in the rafters holding a rope in her hand and shrugging. Angelica rolls her eyes as Tess just stands there, blood dripping off of her as she slowly looks up. Angelica taunts her, waving her forward only for nothing. Tess bares her teeth and when Angelica least expects it, she screeches and charges forward, spearing Angelica to the ground. She wraps her hand around Angelica’s throat, whipping her bloody hair around as she screams indistinctively. Delia grabs onto her, dragging her up to her feet, dropping her down onto the mat with a Running Power Slam that shakes the ring. She then rolls Tess over to the edge of the ring with her foot, trash sticking to Tess as she eventually rolls outside of the ring. Delia and Angelica smirk and blow her a kiss before giving a high five to one another. They both shout out at Tess “Dismissed!” before “The Nobodies” begins playing again. The two march to the ropes, and then quickly exit the ring, walking up the runway.

The scene switches to the backstage reception area, where the offices of the SCW staff are currently set up. None other than 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward himself is seated at a desk, typing away at a desktop computer with one hand, while holding a contract in the other. His attention is focused solely on his work when there is a knock on the office door.

HS: Yeah!

The door opens slowly so as to ensure the boss man that it is not anybody that might have ill intentions against him. It has been known to happen every now and again, and the memory of Christian Underwood's kidnapping under the same circumstances in times past has established a more careful stance in recent times.

Mark looks up and stands as into his office walks his friend and mentor, Austin Parker. The crowd cheers respectively at the appearance of the retired superstar. Mark steps around his desk and offers his hand to which Austin firmly grasps it and gives it a heart shake before the two share a brief but meaningful embrace. Mark takes a step back and pats Austin on the shoulder.

HS: Hey man, been meaning to say it before but, I am sorry for the loss. I know she meant a lot to you.

Austin nods, his hands now tucked deeply into the pockets of his blue jeans. It was well established during his active career in years past that Austin was trained for the ring by none other than 'Hall of Fame' legends, the Fabulous Moolah and, yes, Mae Young.

Austin: Thanks, Mark.

Austin smiles lightly.

Austin: She was a tough ol' gal. Did me proud to know her as well as ah did.

HS: You were the only man they ever trained, weren't you?

Austin shakes his head.

Austin: Not the only one. Jest the first. Del Wilkes an' a couple others ah figure. Jest none of them had the distinction of bein' her best 'boy'.

Mark smiles brightly at the little bit of bragging on Austin's part. The boss then sighs and holds his arms out.

HS: So, what can I do for you?

Austin pulls his hands from his jean pockets and crosses his arms over his chest. It takes him a few moments to find his words before he utters the.

Austin: Ah'll do it.

Hot Stuff raises his eyebrows.

HS: `Scuse me?

Austin: Ah said, 'Ah'll do it'.

Mark stares at Austin for a few moments, probing, attempting to decipher the meaning of his friend's words when a smile slowly creeps up on his handsome face.

HS: You will?

Austin nods, then shrugs and laughs aloud.

Austin: How the hell can ah refuse now? Mae? She was takin' power bombs through tables an' off stages in her seventies, an' here ah am ... bitchin' about one match in muh... forget it Ward!

Mark has his hand cupped over his ear, leaning in closely in a joking manner to hopefully hear Austin utter a word about his age. Mark steps back and laughs, snapping his finger.

HS: Damn! Thought I had you there for a second!

Austin: Not quite!

Mark nods and holds his hand out and Austin shakes it, sealing the deal.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida… standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 245 pounds… He is being accompanied to the ring by Mickey Carroll, he is… JIMMMMMY “REEEEEEEEEEAL MONEYYYYYY” RINGOOOOOOOOO!!!

“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.

Crowd: BOO!

Adams: He really knows how to get the applause from the ghosts in attendance.

Simone: Jason, not even the dead can stand this guy…

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: Gimme the damn mic so these idiots can have the pleasure of listening to Money talk?

Crowd: BOO!

Ringo: My name is real money and I am better than you. Now, tonight is just a small taste of what’s gonna go down at My Bloody Valentine. See, me and my boy Mickey are gonna whoop these has-been asses, and why…? Because we can!

Crowd: Ringo Sucks! Ringo Sucks! Ringo Sucks!

Ringo smiles as he passes the microphone over to Mickey. Mickey paces back and forth for a moment, chuckling to himself as the fans chant stops, and a straight up boo fest takes over.

Mickey: Are we really going to play this game? Yer gonna boo me, I’m gonna say some ignorant, arsy Irish babble that ye lot is too thick to really understand, so ye pretend the Lucky Charms guy is in the ring with a pint of Guinness and…

Simone: Oh thank goodness…

Mickey is quickly cut off by the sound of “Wanted Dead or Alive” playing over the speakers. Mickey looks annoyed as he stares at the entryway along with Ringo.

Justin Decent: And his opponent, coming to us from Atlanta, Georgia… standing at 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 250, he is being accompanied to the ring by Ben Jordan, he is… ”JORRRRRDAAAAAN WILLLLLIAMSSSSSS!!!

The sounds of wind howling and wind chimes are heard blowing over the PA system followed by the sound someone playing the acoustic guitar. After a brief pause, the opening chords to "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi hits as smoke engulfs the entrance. Emma Rose walks out at the top of the ramp, causing the fans to cheer. Just seconds later, Jordan Williams and Ben Jordan walk out from entrance, and stand either side of Emma. Jordan points his fingers to the crowd in the gun pose, before the trio start to walk towards the ring. The trio gets to the ring and Ben climbs the steps, leaning on the middle rope for Emma to enter the ring. Ben and Jordan go to the turnbuckles and climb the outside, posing for the fans before jumping over the top rope and joining Emma in the center of the ring. Jimmy smirks as he walks in a little closer, eyeballing Emma up and down. He makes a derogatory remark toward her as Mickey laughs. Emma reels her hand back and slaps the taste out of his mouth and he reels his own back. Jasmine St. John grabs firmly onto his arm, spinning him around to yell at him. He and Mickey corner Jasmine, trying to intimidate her.

Simone: This is disgusting, even for them… Ringo was going to hit Emma, and now he and Mickey are trying to intimidate Jasmine?

Adams: And they really think it’s a good idea? Jasmine is one tough mama…

Both men argue with her, but she doesn’t let up. Ben grabs onto the back of Mickey’s shirt and dumps him over the top rope suddenly. Jordan spins Jimmy around and the two go immediately to blows. Jasmine holds the strap in her hand as she tries to figure out what exactly to do next.

Simone: Even our Senior referee doesn’t quite know what to do here with these four men…

Jasmine climbs out of the ring and snatches Mickey’s hand up, slapping the strap on extra tightly. Ben holds his arm out willingly as she fastens the strap around his wrist too. She calls for the bell and the match “officially” begins.

DING! DING! DING!

Jimmy gets a cheap shot to Jordan as he tosses something to the outside of the ring before Jasmine gets back in the ring. He lays in another punch to the side of Jordan’s head, acting as if he had nearly knocked Jordan out on his own. He sends Jordan flying to the opposite side of the ring. He comes after him, leaping into the air for a Lou Thesz press, only to have Jordan catch him in mid air, charging him into the turnbuckle, back first. On the outside, Ben and Mickey are not letting up one bit as they play tug of war with the strap, each one struggling to pull the other closer. Mickey finally gives in and charges forward, giving Ben a little more than he bargained for with a Spear right into the steps. He immediately turns around and pulls on Jordan’s leg, tripping him up. Jasmine scolds Mickey for his interference, shouting at him to back up. Mickey obeys, only for Jimmy to blow powder into Jordan’s face as he tries getting back to his feet. As Mickey backs away from the ring, Ben wraps the strap around his neck.

Adams: This might as well be a Tornado Tag match, Belinda. There is just as much action outside of the ring as there is inside… Nevermind.

Ben rolls inside of the ring, using the strap like a noose around Mickey’s neck, dragging the lighter friend turned foe into the ring with him. Mickey kicks as he tries to gain his footing. Meanwhile, Jordan is still reeling from the powder and Jimmy rolls him up for a quick pin, holding onto the ropes. However, Jasmine simply shakes her head. She shouts out “EEEENOUGH!” as she calls for the bell.

Justin Decent: The official has thrown this match out as a No Contest!

The crowd is too interested in the violence inside of the ring to even acknowledge that the match has been thrown out. Jimmy shouts out angrily as he charges behind Ben, knocking him down to the ground. Mickey gasps as he loosens the strap around his neck. Jimmy helps him up and the two begin to stomp on Ben. They pick him up and send him against the ropes, ready to give a Back Body Drop right outside of the ring. Ben ducks under them and leaps onto the ropes as he grabs onto both men’s necks, coming down with a DDT to both of them.

Adams: Holy shit! That was amazing!

Simone: Ben Jordan showing his agility here, and showing exactly why he is as highly touted as he is.

The move took almost as much out of Ben as it did Jimmy and Mickey. The four men stir, Ben crawling to his knees first. Jimmy and Mickey quickly wrap the strap around his neck, keeping him down. Mickey fastens it, trying his best to choke out his former best friend. Jimmy gets up and kicks Ben repeatedly as the duo comes out on top. Jordan Williams comes out of nowhere with a Baseball slide to Mickey. As Jimmy goes to react, Jordan Williams hits a thrust to his throat that sends him backward. Mickey gets to his feet and bashes Jordan over the back of the head. Jimmy goes to attack Jordan, but Ben gets up and spears him to the ground. Both men jockey for position as they roll around, punching each other wildly.

Erik: THAT’S IT! There is no way we are going to give this away for free!

Erik Staggs comes onto the stage with a scowl on his face as he looks down at the ring. All four men refuse to stop as Erik snaps his fingers. Security files through the curtains as Erik walks down the center of them.

Erik: If you guys are going to kill each other, do it where we aren’t liable for punitive damages... Throw their asses out of here, guys…

Simone: What a kind and caring authority figure…

Adams: Really? I think he’s kind of an ass. At the Christmas party, he didn’t even thank me for the Grinch t-shirt…

Security pries the four men from each other as violently as they can, pulling them in opposite directions as Emma comes to join Jordan and Ben. All four men have sadistic looks on their faces as they try to fight the restraint. However, Mickey and Jimmy wave them off and exit the ring willingly. The crowd cheers on Ben and Jordan as they stand in the center of the ring before security shoves them along.

The scene opens up to show a dressing room, sat in which is Simon Jones, who, having already changed into his usual ring attire of royal-blue trunks and knee pads, is now lacing his black boots - a task that is interrupted by the arrival of Ms. Rocky Mountains.

MRM: Excuse me, Simon. Do you mind if I ask you a question?

Simon looks up at Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Simon: A question other than that one, I assume.

Ms. Rocky Mountains frowns; Simon gets up from his seat, and smiles at the reporter.

Simon: Go ahead.

MRM: I was just wondering, do you have any final comments for your opponent tonight, Damien Kingston?

Simon: No, I don't have anything else to say to the man that now appears to be rivaling the three members of The Saviours, for the title of the most disliked person in SCW; there is, however, someone else to whom I would like to say something.

MRM: And who is that?

Simon: The SCW Heavyweight Champion, Giani Di Luca.

Simon turns away from Ms. Rocky Mountains, to look directly at the camera.

Simon: Seven days ago, immediately prior to me defeating the man that he beat to win the title - Goth - Giani Di Luca said that he wanted every male employed by SCW to tell him, why we should get to challenge him for the Heavyweight Championship. So, what I'd like to do now, is to tell Giani Di Luca why I don't want a match against him for the title - yet.

MRM: Why not? Surely every man on the SCW roster wants the opportunity to become the Heavyweight Champion.

Simon turns back to face Ms. Rocky Mountains, before responding to her.

Simon: That's probably an accurate statement, and I do indeed aspire to regain the SCW Heavyweight Championship, but as I said, I don't want another match for the heavyweight title just yet - and there's two reasons for that: firstly, Giani Di Luca is looking for an opponent to defend the title against at My Bloody Valentine - but I already have an opponent for My Bloody Valentine. And as much as I would like a shot at the title, a more pressing matter for me is to get revenge against Casey Williams, for all that he has put me through.

MRM: You don't fancy doing double duty at My Bloody Valentine, then?

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: If you're challenging for the Heavyweight Championship, you can't do it half-arsed - especially against an opponent as talented as Giani Di Luca; no, you need all of your attention to be focused on that match, and that match alone. Similarly, you can't afford to prepare in a half-arsed manner for a match against the giant that is, "The Freight Train of Pain;" Kenny Chisholm said recently that I'm one of the more underrated men to have been the SCW Heavyweight Champion, but Casey Williams might be the most underrated man on the roster - underestimate him at your peril. And so after tonight is over, that's where my undivided attention will be: on beating Casey Williams, at My Bloody Valentine.

MRM: Okay. And so what's the other reason why you don't yet want Giani Di Luca to give you a match for the Heavyweight Championship?

Simon: Because I'm willing to bide my time - just as I've done for the past five months.

Simon turns to face the camera again.

Simon: To return to what Kenny Chisholm said about me on The Hotwire, three days ago, he reminded everyone that I've not had a return match for the heavyweight title, since I lost the belt back in August, at Summer XXXTreme II - so you see, I shouldn't need to ask for something that I'm already entitled to. However, both Goth and Drake Green are entitled to the same thing - and both of them seem eager to get it: a couple of days before his match against me, last week, Goth told Pussy Willow he was demanding that he be given his rematch for the title; then, last Sunday, Drake Green told Pussy Willow, after he beats Mark Ward at My Bloody Valentine, that he's going to exercise his right to a return match for the title.

Simon looks back to Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Simon: I guess Pussy Willow has been getting all of the scoops, as of late. Well, Ms. Rocky Mountains, here's one for you: I'm going to continue to play the waiting game; let Goth have his rematch for the title, let Drake Green have his chance to regain the title - and should Giani Di Luca lose the Heavyweight Championship, let him have his rematch, too. Then, when there's no-one else left that can rightfully demand a shot at the title, that's when I'll request the match that I'm entitled to. Because after all, good things come to those who wait.

The scene cuts away.

SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP - FATAL FOURWAY
GOTHIKA © vs ROXI JOHNSON vs NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE vs AMY MARSHALL

Song: Hi everyone! Is everyone enjoying the show?

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Orchid: Wow you guys are loud tonight.

Song: Well they should be Orchid.

Orchid: Oh, why so?

Song: Because tonight we have GOTHIKA and MERCEDES VARGAS vs TRACI PATTERSON and NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE as the Main Event silly.

A pop is heard from the crowd.

Song: Well enough about that. So Orchid, last week you told me that Master Wong had a letter for us to read last week after the match but then you told me that we had to wait to today, I'm lost on whats going on.

Orchid: Ok, ok Song.

Song pulls the letter out and starts to read it out loud.

Orchid: "Dear Orchid and Song, We here at the Dojo have decided to split you two up for the first time ever."

Song: Wait, what split up? WHY?

Song and Orchid look lost and confused

Orchid: "China is known for its rich history. SCW is a company trying to do the same and we here in FoShan want to help. Therefore for one time only we have decided to split you up and sign you both up for the SCW 2nd annual Blast from the Past Tag Team Tournament. We wish you girls good luck.

Song and Orchid look at each other, then at the crowd.

Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Song: Well if the fans want it and Master Wong wants it then.

Both women look at each other and take a deep breath before they both bow to each other. Lin Ting Lu appears on the SCW Tron.

Master Lily: So I take it you two girls are ok with this?

Both of them look at each other and nod yes.

Master Lily: Good. On that note I must add that Jon Dough has a sprained wrist and will be out for two weeks. However if SCW had any matches booked for him then Ninja will take his place.

Crowd is heard buzzing

Master Lily: Also one more thing. Master Wong is so excited for this tournament he has also added Jon Dough and Ninja to the tournament as well. Ninja was not to appear in a SCW Match till March but this tournament is to important for FoSHan to not be a part of it. So we are bring in Ninja early. Well enjoy the rest of the show SCW, I know I will.

The Tron fades out and the FoShan Bombshells theme song starts to play as Song and Orchid are seen leaving the ring.

Simone: Our next contest is bound to be a good one as Damien Kingston is taking on Simon Jones in a match that may have big implications for Simon’s match against Casey Williams at My Bloody Valentine in two weeks’ time!

Adams: Speaking of Williams he is joining us on commentary for this match so this should be fun.

Casey: Indeed, this is going to be a good match.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…..

The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle.

Justin: From Birmingham, England, weighing in at 225lbs, Simon Jones!

Simone: The already intense rivalry between you and Jones intensified even more when you burned down Simon’s home Casey.

Casey: Yes, I know that.

Adams: But with that no contact clause you can’t lay a hand on each other until My Bloody Valentine that has got to leave you fuming!

Casey: We will settle that at My Bloody Valentine, not before, not after, do I make myself clear?

After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans, he quickly spots Casey at the announcer’s table and starts shouting trash talk at Casey.

Simone: No love lost here.

Casey: If Simon knows what’s good for him he’ll stay out of my way until My Bloody Valentine.

Adams: And as anyone can tell you about any wrestling feud that is not an easy feat!

Simon hops off the turnbuckle and goes to the ropes to shout some more trash talk at Casey, whilst that is going on the arena lights began to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening guitar riffs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers. Instantly there was a reaction from the fans in attendance and for the most part it was mostly positive with a few boos in the mix. Moments later Damien Kingston stepped out onto the stage with a halfcocked smirk looking out at the fans.

Justin: Introducing his opponent, from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 238 pounds the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!

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

Simone: Simon’s distraction just earned Damien an early advantage!

Adams: You’d think Simon would notice the change in music…..and the lighting…….and Justin Decent introducing his opponent.

Casey: That’s how intense our feud is!

Drew tries to reprimand Kingston for the sneak attack but Kingston is having none of it as he waits for Simon to get to his feet, once her does Kingston surprises him with a Springboard Cross Body Block, once again because he was distracted by Casey at ringside! Damien quickly rolls Simon back into the ring and follows him in allowing Drew to finally call for the bell.

Casey: Simon should’ve focused on his match but instead he focused on me, and now Damien has the advantage, I taught my students including the recently signed Andrew Garcia better than this!

Simone: Now that you mention it Casey, from what I’ve heard you’ve asked Garcia to take your place in the Blast from the Past tournament?

Casey: Yes, I have, I want to focus on my single’s career and this will be a perfect opportunity for Garcia to put his name on the radar!

Adams: Damien’s going for a cover!

1…..2…..kickout by Simon! Damien argues with Drew about a slow count but the official is having none of it and, rather than continue to argue about it, Damien stomps a mud hole in Simon’s upper chest earning another reprimand from Drew before locking in a STF.

Casey: Smart strategy from Kingston here! Simon landed head and neck first after being dropkicked out of the ring and he’s definitely tender there!

Simone: Frankly I’m surprised he’s still conscious!

Adams: You and me both!

Drew gets in position and asks Simon if he wants to give up, an offer he adamantly refuses before trying to make his way over to the nearest ring ropes, Damien tries to stop him from doing so but is unable too as Simon reaches the bottom rope within a few minutes, Damien keeps the hold locked in for four seconds before letting go off it, dragging Simon back to the center of the ring and locking the hold back in!

Simone: Damien is being relentless out there!

Casey: Obviously he feels like he has a lot to prove.

Adams: Simon has reversed it into a roll-up!

1…..2…..Damien is forced let go off the hold to kick out and he does so in the nick of time! Simon Jones is slow to get back on his feet for obvious reasons whilst Damien is quickly on his feet and calls out for one of his finishers!

Simone: Damien is feeling confident enough to think that he can finish off Jones early with the Falling from the Empire!

Casey: I’ve been in the ring with Simon he is never that easy to beat!

Adams: Try telling Damien that!

Damien kicks Simon in the stomach and gets him in position for the Piledriver however he never gets a chance to hoist him up as Simon backdrops out of the attempt and once Damien is back on his feet, levels him with a Superkick!

Simone: Despite everything that Simon has been through in this match he is still in this match!

Casey: I said that he’s never that easy to beat!

Adams: Simon is crawling over for a cover!

1….2…..kickout by Damien! Neither men are quick to get back on their feet this time forcing Drew to start administering a ten count as the crowd, firmly behind Jones, counts along with Drew, at around the seven count Jones and Kingston get to their feet in that order and Jones tries for another Superkick…..but Damien ducks and the kick hits Drew instead!

Simone: Drew’s out cold! He can’t see the low blow by Kingston!

Adams: And there it is, the Falling from the Empire, well despite his best efforts it seems like your presence here cost Simon the match Casey…..Casey?

Whilst that was going on Casey has left the announcer’s table and is stalking the ring as Damien goes for a cover, he realizes that he may as well give up on that attempt and instead tries to wake up Drew as Simon gets to his feet, it’s at this point that Casey enters the ring.

Simone: What’s Casey doing? He knows he can’t lay a finger on Simon until My Bloody Valentine!

Adams: Who knows?

Simon stares down his much bigger rival as the two men glare at each other with the crowd going wild; eventually Casey cocks his fist and hits the Kiss of Death……on Damien Kingston!

Simone: What the……

Adams: I’m just as confused as you are!

Damien slumps down to the mat clearly out cold but it’s clear that Casey isn’t done forcing Kingston back to his feet and hitting the Broken Soul Powerbomb, he leaves Kingston’s prone form in the ring before pointing at Simon who is clearly confused by this!

Casey: I want you at your best for our match, pin this bastard and gain momentum going into it!

Casey shouts at Simon before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp, Simon goes for a cover as Drew regains his senses and administers the count 1……2…..3!!!!!

Justin: Here’s your winner, Simon Jones!

Simone: Great match but it’s obvious that there’s a lot of bad blood between Jones and Williams.

Adams: That bad blood may be spilled at My Bloody Valentine!

Casey makes his way up the ramp silently as Simon celebrates in the ring!

ACW CHAMPIONSHIP
DRAKE GREEN © vs "HOT STUFF" MARK WARD

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 nightclub crowd to get up on their feet and cheer.

Adams: Tryst Nightclub…say hello to Mr. Showtime!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in a dark blue suit with a white 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

Simone: Drake had some choice words for the owner of our company Mark Ward not only last week on Climax Control but also on Kenny Chisholm’s Hotwire.

Adams: It will be interesting to see what else he has to say.

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. He stops at a young boy with a ‘SHOWTIME’ sign and takes a picture with him before hopping onto to the apron and stepping up on the second rope. He raises his arms and 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 Las Vegas!

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 Tryst Nightclub, 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: You know…I fucking love Las Vegas.

Crowd: MASSIVE POP!

Drake: The greatest fans of them all are right here on the strip that doesn’t sleep. Every time I come here I have the greatest time meeting you guys and getting to hang out with you…and some of you…well you know.

Drake smiles as the female fans in the crowd cheer wildly.

Drake: But if I am being completely honest with you guys, then what happens here on February 2nd is certainly not going to stay in Vegas. Because come ‘My Bloody Valentine’ every one in the world will get to watch Hot Douche Mark Ward tap out to the greatest Showstopper that ever lived!

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

Drake: And I will make good on my promise, the promise that I made to each and every one of you, that ACW will live on. After I take out Mark Ward All-Pro Championship Wrestling will once again move in to the mainstream. It will once again be featured on national television and it will-

Midnight/Tornado by Skid Row hits the PA system interrupting Drake and out walks SCW Co-Owner ‘Hot Stuff’ Mark Ward to a chorus of boos.

HS: Ya know ya really is a pain in me ass, Drake. We could’ve been something special you and me, mate. We could’ve run this town. Now you’ve aligned ya self with that slimy weasel of a man, JJ…and now ya must be put down like a sick dog.

Crowd: BOO!

HS: These people don’t realize it, Drake but I’ve seen the real you. This charade you put on about believing in the people. Ya know it’s all an act don’t ya? I know ya desperately wanna believe ya self but me better judgment sees right though ya. That’s why I reached out me hand. It wasn’t ‘cause I needed ya help…it was ‘cause you really needed mine. But now yer lost…and as Owner of this here place…It’s me job to rid SCW of shite like you.

Drake: You really are a master of Spin, Mark. But you can’t spin this…I will beat you on Sunday. I don’t need to make up an excuse for doing it either. I simply wanna kick your ugly teeth in.

Crowd: POP!

Drake: So I tell you what, Bossman. If you do beat me on Sunday…on your own…JJ and I will pack up and leave and you’ll never see us again. But if I win…or you send out one of your stooges like Cyrus King, Trauma, or even the great Max Burke…then I want what you owe me. I want that SCW title rematch you so desperately don’t want me to have. The rematch you’re afraid to give me!

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

Drake: So what do you say, Mark? You gonna put your money where your mouth is?

HS: Ok. If ya by some miracle get passed me…I’ll give ya yer match. But on one condition…I pick the stipulations.

Drake: You can pick whatever you want…’cause when I beat you and then I got my hands on whoever has that belt…I’m gonna burn this mother-fucking house down.

The crowd goes nuts as ‘Burning Down The House’ by the Used starts to play again as Hot Stuff leaves the stage and Drake and JJ pander to the crowd for a moment.

The monitors turn on and reveal the warm glow of fire light coming out of a beat up steel barrel. The sound of wood burning mixing with the music from a distant boom box. Gathered around the fire is an interesting mix of old timers, gutter punks and street kids. Nobody gets too close to the fire, they don’t need it much for heat, this is Vegas after all. Still nights get chilly here and there is not much direct light in the steel framework of the unfinished Fontainebleau resort.

Our scene opens backstage, or more precisely, the locker room area. A black boot slams on the small wooden bench as a set of hands begin lacing them. The camera pans up slowly to show Mercedes Vargas, in her ring gear, for the third Climax Control of 2014. Mercedes grabs her title from off of a bench and begins polishing it with a Kleenex tissue, then stops momentarily as she looks up at the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: Oh, hey there. I was just shining up my title...

She cradles the Bombshell Roulette Championship to show in front of the camera and gestures towards it with a sweep of her hand the way a model showcases a prize on the Price is Right.

Mercedes Vargas:...that I don't plan on losing anytime soon.

The crowd boos heavily as she holds up the title using it as a mirror to look at her reflection before placing it over her shoulder. She turns to the camera again.

Mercedes Vargas: Happy New Year, SCW.

Mercedes picks up a party favor near her gym bag and blows into it. She continues talking as she slips into the other boot.

Mercedes Vargas: We're already nineteen days into the new year, but there was another cause for celebration. And, no, it's not because UNLV was crushed by North Texas in their New Year's Day bowl game. Let's face it, when it comes to memorable events, Las Vegas isn't the first place that comes to mind.

Mercedes opens the door and steps out into the backstage area, stopping by the catering area and picks up a stalk of celery. She stops at one point.

Mercedes Vargas: Two weeks ago at Climax Control 71, the first show of 2014, Amy Marshall found herself in a position I'm sure she's very comfortable in. And no, it's not what you're thinking, she didn't end up on her back – she ended up back to obscurity.

Send us a postcard sometime.

Mercedes Vargas: The best part? Mark Ward had the right idea by shaking things up with the special guest referees. Let's face it, had Joanne Canelli went through with calling my match, she would have done more harm than good. Her mind would not have been in the right place, and I'm sure she was dreading the moment she had to raise my hand and declare me the winner. Deep down, she's probably wretched with the guilt that she could have been facing Amy in the title match instead of me.

Mercedes continues talking as she passes by vending machines and is now goes through the curtains and on the stage above the ramp where she is greeted with boos. She motions for a microphone and is handed one by a stagehand nearby.

Mercedes Vargas: Amy Marshall thinks she knows me like the back of her hand. She has me all figured out. There's nothing she hasn't seen, nothing she hasn't heard, nothing that she isn't prepared for. I'm like an open book to her, right? You would think she's a psychic or something. Maybe she can tell me what I ate for breakfast this morning, or who I voted for in this past year's election. Point is, I'm predictable, she says. She couldn't be more right.

Mercedes pauses.

Mercedes Vargas: I am predictable. So it should come as no surprise that you and I would face off again. Better the devil you know, right, Amelia? No one should have been surprised that I actually left you staring up at the arena lights for the umpteenth time, that I defeated you DE-CI-SIVE-LY, for the three-count two weeks ago. You said my win was a fluke. L-O-L what? And you winning the title off me wasn't? The rematch that you also won wasn't? Yeah, OK. It's your word against mine, right? How can you call being pinned four times now by me a fluke? That's not a fluke, sweetheart. You're just in denial.

Mercedes shakes her head incredulously.

Mercedes Vargas: You have not beaten me in a singles match, well, a singles match that involves pinfall or submissions, in over two years. It's sad that all this time, Amy, you still haven't reached your moment of clarity. You can't beat me, you can't touch me, and you can't do anything to change it. I proved it in our re-match, Amy. And when all was said and done, nothing more needed to be said, well, except for this: Aquí está su ganador y NUEEEEEEVO Campeón la Ruleta SCW Bombazo...

Mercedes tilts the microphone up to a higher angle. She closes her eyes and looks up at the ceiling, not phased at all by the booing directed at her.

Mercedes Vargas: MERCEEEEEDEEEES...VAAAARGAAAAS!

Mercedes pauses for effect.

Mercedes Vargas: It doesn't get any more predictable than that.

Wiping hair away from her face, Mercedes continues. The camera zooms in on her face.

Mercedes Vargas: I want to thank you for keeping my title nice and polished for me for the last seven weeks, though. Amy, you want another title shot, it's like I told you on Twitter: Any time, any day, any place, any where. It won't happen tonight, and apparently my first title defense has already been named for My Bloody Valentine in two weeks. But after that, sure, you'll get your rematch. Whenever you want that rematch for this? (pats her championship belt hanging over her shoulder). You better hope it's worth it, because I will have no problem having what happened two weeks ago happen again – seeing you walk out empty-handed.

A smirk comes across her face.

Mercedes Vargas: As far as tonight, if this seems like déjà vu all over again, then you're right. Because tonight Gothika and I will be headlining Climax Control, which I feel we should be doing EVERY show. Gothika can get along with pretty much anybody, even with the likes of Roxi Johnson and Joanne Canelli, as evidenced last week. The last time Gothika and I teamed up, we beat the current SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Misty and Vixen, without much of a problem. Of course, Gothika and Roxi did so as well. No other tag team has done it since, including the Foshan Bombshells, who have lost (holds up two fingers) twice now to Misty and Vixen after last week.

Mercedes rubs her hands together expectantly.

Mercedes Vargas: Tonight, Traci Patterson and Necra Octavian Kane steps up to the plate, and they happen to be our next title defenses at the upcoming pay-per-view. Sounds like my kind of party. Only, I hope you two fare better than the last time you teamed up at December 2 Dismember, which, by the way, was the night you also were involved in the four-way title matches along with the Foshan Bombshells and Azz N' Class. Tonight, in this very ring, each and every one of these people here tonight and watching coast to coast and around the world will get to see something special. Necra, Traci, the two of you will get the privilege and the honor of not just headlining the show, but also stepping in between these ropes. And when you look across that ring, you will be standing before greatness.

Mercedes receives boos as she shrugs innocently.

Mercedes Vargas: So, no New Year's resolutions for Mercedes Vargas. I will never change. Not for you or anyone else in this company. Because the more things change, the more they stay the same. And it goes without saying here in Sin City Wrestling. There is only one thing that will NEVER change, there is only one thing that will remain constant. And Necra, Traci? Just like Amy Marshall, all the other Bombshells in the back, and these people in arena will learn, Gothika and myself are not the standard, but the exception to the rule....

Mercedes lifts her title from off her shoulder and raises it in the air

Mercedes Vargas: BECAUSE WE HAVE THE GOLD!

Mercedes lowers her microphone as her entrance music plays her out mixed in with the now overwhelming boos from the arena. She plays up the crowd a little more, even going as offering a bow.

Simone: I don't think I have ever seen such arrogance from a Bombshell than what I've seen from Mercedes just now. Unbelievable.

Adams: I think the arrogance is warranted, don't you? Mercedes has gotten the better of Amy Marshall, she still remains the only Bombshell to have yet to be pinned or submitted, now going on five months now, she made history by becoming the second Bombshell to hold the Bombshell Roulette Championship on two occasions. Have cake.

A graphic is show of tonight's main event tag team match between the teams of Gothika and Mercedes and Necra and Traci.

Simone: And there you see it, tonight's main event of the evening. It will be the SCW Bombshell Champion Gothika and the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Mercedes Vargas taking on the number one contender's to their titles, respectively, Necra Octavian Kane and Traci Patterson right here tonight in Las Vegas. And Jason, despite what Mercedes thinks of her opponents, Necra and Traci are far from pushovers.

Adams: Reunited and it feels so good. While Mercedes is anything far from Raynin or Diamond, we've seen her hold her own alongside Gothika. And if they can beat the current Bombshell Tag Team Champions, what do you think of their chances against a former Bombshell Roulette and Bombshell Tag Team Champion and a rookie? I really like their chances here.

We cut to the entrance ramp. Mercedes smiles as she looks around the arena. She offers an air kiss at the crowd while raising her title in the air. Turning to the hard camera, she shrugs.

Mercedes Vargas: They like me, they really like me!

Taking yet another bow, she turns around and heads to the back and our scene cuts elsewhere.

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet.

Justin: The following is our MAIN EVENT! It is scheduled for one fall, and is a Bombshells TORNADO Tag Team Match! All Bombshells will be in the ring at the same time, and there will be no tags!

With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci.

Justin: Introducing first, from Dallas,Texas... TRACI PATTERSON!

The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before focusing on her opponent.

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 loudspeakers 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.

Justin: Her partner, hailing from The Isle of the Gods Greece... NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE!

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, lightning 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.

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: And their opponents... first making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina… she is the Bombshell Roulette Champion... MERCEDES VARGAS!

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. Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. Mercedes simply looks down at her opponents with disdain from the turnbuckle before looking out towards the crowd.

The lights go out and eerie organ music starts to play softly accompanied by the screech of a raven. On the videotron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman.

'So soft and so tragic
As a slaughterhouse.
You press the knife
Against your heart.
And say,
"I love you, so much you must kill me now."

Justin: And her partner, from Detroit, Michigan... she is the Bombshell Champion... GOTHIKA!

'If I was your vampire,
Certain as the moon,
Instead of killing time,
We'll have each other
Until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
Across your face,
Because I think
Our time has come.'

Simone: My Bloody Valentine is fast approaching, and this is a good tease for two of our championship matches on this huge show. We’ve got the champions, and two of their challengers in this match.

Adams: That’s right! Gothika will be defending her Bombshell title against Necra, Roxi, and Amy!

Simone: Mercedes will be defending her Bombshell Roulette Championship against Traci and Jessie Salco!

Adams: My Bloody Valentine is shaping up to be a tremendous show!

Simone: There’s a lot of potential for a change in the landscape of Sin City Wrestling. The tides are potentially changing in SCW with a youth movement.

Adams: Jacob Summers has called for the bell, and the ladies have paired off! Necra and Gothika are on one side... with Mercedes and Traci squaring off on the other!

Simone: The ladies are showing they can bang with the best of them! It’s a complete slugfest in the ring to kick off our Main Event!

On one side Traci and Mercedes are trading stiff forearm shots, as they waste no time to show each other who’s tougher. At the sound of the bell, Gothika goes immediately after Necra’s neck. However, Necra sees it coming, and rams Gothika face first into the turnbuckle. Gothika whips around, and is met with a slap to the face.

Adams: Gothika is beside herself!

Gothika charges at Necra, and claws her across the face. Necra attempts to block it, but is unsuccessful. Gothika yanks her to the mat by her hair, and mounts her. Gothika rams Necra’s head into the mat over and over until Jacob is finally able to pry her off for pulling the hair. Traci has taken the advantage on Mercedes using her power. She lifts her high in the air, but Mercedes shifts her weight and uses her momentum to plant Traci face first into the mat with a DDT. Mercedes rolls over Traci for a pin attempt. Jacob drops to the mat.

Simone: Quick kickout by Traci! Barely got the one count there.

Adams: She definitely surprised her with that DDT, and early pin. As they say, they don’t get paid by the hour!

Gothika is taken down by Necra who returns the favor by slamming Gothika’s head repeatedly. Necra pulls up the Bombshell Champion by the hair. She whips her to the far ropes, and follows up with a hurricanrana. She hooks the legs of Gothika on the way through, and Jacob quickly drops to the mat.

Simone: Kickout by Gothika!

Mercedes attempts a hurricanrana of her own on Traci, but Traci reverses it with a physical show of strength tossing Mercedes into the corner turnbuckles. Traci takes darts to the far corner, and sprints towards Mercedes. She crashes into her with a corner splash that sends Mercedes crumbling to the mat. Traci drops over Mercedes pressing her shoulders to the mat.

Adams: Broken up by Gothika! What a kick to the jaw!

Gothika turns around to taunt the fans, but is caught off guard as Necra rolls her up!

Simone: Small package!

1!

Adams: Kickout by Necra! The action is fast and furious right now!

Gothika gets to her feet first. She is met by the waiting hands of Traci Patterson who lifts her high in the air by the throat!

Simone: HEART OF TEXAS!!!! THIS COULD BE IT!

Adams: NO!! BE STILL MY HEART!!!

Traci Patterson drops to the mat from the blow. Gothika falls on top of her.

Simone: Mercedes Vargas almost took Traci’s head off with that kick! Gothika’s on top! She’s going for the pin! It’s over folks!

1!

Adams: Save by Necra! Necra drove that knee hard into the side of Gothika’s head to break up the pin.

Necra turns her attention to Mercedes after breaking up the pin. She kicks Mercedes hard in the midsection, and whips her to the turnbuckles. Necra backs up into the far corner, and measures the Bombshell Roulette Champion. She takes off in a sprint...

Simone: Spacing Rolling Elbow!

Necra follows up by tossing Mercedes through the ropes to the floor. Gothika attempts a clothesline from behind, but Necra senses it and sidesteps her at the last possible second. Gothika crashes into the turnbuckles chest first knocking the wind out of her.

Adams: Gothika’s in trouble!

Necra hooks the arms of Gothika! The crowd is on their feet in anticipation as they know what’s coming up next.

Simone: The Mummification!

Adams: NO! Blocked by Gothika with assistance of Mercedes who grabbed a hold of her at the last possible second! This would have been all over if Necra would have hit the Mummification there. Now, the tides have turned in favor of the champions again.

Necra falls to the mat thanks to the block from Gothika and Mercedes. Mercedes nods at Gothika who returns it in a sign of thanks for the assistance. Gothika turns, and Mercedes tries to warn her but it is too late.

Simone: SPEAR BY TRACI!

Traci drives herself shoulder first into the unexpecting Gothika. Mercedes attempts to get back in the ring, but is cut off by a discus clothesline from Traci that sends her flying back to the floor. Gothika stumbles out in a daze from the corner, holding her midsection right into the waiting arms of Necra Octavian Kane!

Adams: Necra’s got it locked up!

Necra hooks both of Gothika’s arms behind her back. Necra Octavian Kane whips her hard to the mat. Gothika’s head bounces off the canvas from the impact.

Simone: MY FAIR LADY!

Necra climbs on top of Gothika, and hooks both legs as Jacob Summers drops down to count the pinfall.

1!

Simone: SHE’S DONE IT! NECRA HAS PINNED THE BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! THE CHALLENGERS HAVE VANQUISHED THE CHAMPIONS! Can they do it again at My Bloody Valentine! We’ll find out in TWO weeks!

Adams: Good night everybody!

THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Sam, Frost, Derek, The Lord MK, The Horde, Joshua Acquin, Wong, Casey, Simon, Mercedes. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you guys for your roleplays.