Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the War Memorial Gymnasium in San Francisco, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the gymnasium at all of the fans filling the seats. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to War Memorial Gymnasium in San Francisco, California, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers as the curtains part and out steps Amanda dressed like a fat woman from the opera with extravagant emerald green gown, powdered wig and a fan in one hand that she waves at herself - and H-U-G-E tat-tas. With the mic in her free hand, she sashays across the stage, her face caked in powdered white makeup and the performance begins!

Amanda: Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.

One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who's t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.

Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop where he futzed and futzed and futzed.

For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!

Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!

Well, he stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning, Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!

Exhausted but ecstatic he ran down the street to the diva's house bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on. But, after many initial misgivings, she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth from the diva's mouth was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds which would often roll through the Schwarzwald with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-I!

But little did Otto know, at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva's bed was none other than the very worst of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere. And Phil was watching the scene with a great deal of interest!

Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept, into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.

Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."

The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?

The song ends and with the final note, Amanda uses a pin to *pop* her gigantic jugs -- merely balloons -- much to the delight and hysterical laughter of the crowd watching. She takes a sweeping bow and fans herself as she walks offstage.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control. I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I'm writing like a beast and getting everything done early, but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: We kick off the show with one half of the tag team champions in action as Lucian Frost gets in the ring, but tonight won't be an easy night as he takes on the highly rated Joshua Acquin

Adams: He's lost the mask, but he's still the same old Frost. This is gonna set a high standard.

Simone: Sean Jackson shocked the wrestling world! The real NeWA champion appeared in SCW last week to announce he is our latest roster member. Tonight, he makes his debut against JT Starr and Deavon Justice.

Adams: Sean is coming in with fire in his belly, and is ready to stick it to his former employers.

Simone: Blast From The Past II continues! Eight more random teams and we start with a debut from a man causing a giant stir in SCW already, Jamie Dean. He teams with Vixen to take on surprise entrant Ben Jordan and FoShan Bombshell, Song.

Adams: Ben commented a while ago he hoped that he wouldn't be Jamie's first opponent. Bet he's regretting agreeing to this now.

Simone: Song's partner Orchid is also in action, and teams with Pro Wrestlings Pedigree, Max Burke, but this is gonna be a tough night for the unlikely allies cause on the other side of the ring, the man who took Max Burke's roulette title a while back, Jeremiah Hardin and Jade Manendez-Arcador.

Adams: Hardin is touted to be a future SCW Heavyweight champion and highly thought of, but Max Burke's desire for revenge, could play a big part in the outcome of this match.

Simone: The Blast From The Past tournament brings people in from miles around and Derek Thorne is one of them. The mysterious friend of Spike Staggs returns to team with The Fallen member Diamond against Guns For Hire member Ethan Brody and the debuting Delia.

Adams: This match has it all, a return, a debut and two former champions. All with something to prove. I love random draws for matches like this.

Simone: The last match from the tournament puts Misty in the ring, teaming with Cyrus King, against one of King's allies, Steve Ramone and a mystery bombshell.

Adams: Everyone's speculating who this mystery bombshell is and Misty has seemed off her game lately, could that be the deciding factor on who advances.

Simone: Main event time. Last week, Necra Octavian Kane challenged SCW Bombshell champion, Gothika to a match for the Bombshell title, this week, SCW bosses have given her the chance to win the SCW Bombshell Roulette championship.

Adams: We know what the staff are like here Belinda, my gut feeling is that this match is part of something bigger.

Simone: Or Hot Stuff just messing with people again.

Adams: Well lets start the show and see where this leads. On your marks, get set, GO!




Voice Over: We're coming Africa!

April

13th - Climax Control - Marrakesh, Morocco
20th - Climax Control - Cairo , Egypt
27th - Climax Control - Yamoussoukro, Ivory Coast

May

4th - Climax Control - Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of the Congo
11th - Climax Control - Antananarivo, Madagascar
25th - SUPERCARD - Cape Town, South Africa.




Justin: The following contest is your opening bout for the night, introducing first....

“Nightmare” Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with mixed reaction from the crowd.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, he is SCW's Nightmare, he is Joshua Acquin!

As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing cheers and boos from the crowd.

Justin: And his opponent.

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from.

Justin: being accompanied to the ring by Jon Dough. From the far reaches of sanity. Weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds. He is the current SCW Tag Team champion, he is Lucian Frost!

Frost appears from one side of the arena, with Jon Dough by his side, and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope. Jon follows him and stands outside the ring.

Adams: This is the first time we get to see Frost wrestle without the mask!

The referee, Drew Patton, calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Jon Dough cheers on Frost from the outside as he and Acquin start to circle each other. Frost avoids a lock up attempt from Acquin and moves behind him, kicking the bigger man in the back of the leg and dropping him to one knee. Frost jumps quickly and catches Acquin with a dropkick to the back, sending him face first to the canvas.

Adams: Frost knows he needs to use his speed in this match.

Frost bounces off the ropes, leaping high in to the air and dropping down a leg on Acquin's back.

Simone: Frost just leaped six feet in the air.

Adams: Have we got trampolines in the ring?

Frost rolls backwards, and in to a crouching position, waiting for Acquin to return to his feet. As he does, Frost springs up, catching Acquin with a spinning heel kick, catching him on the jaw. Acquin hits the canvas hard, and Frost scrambles over him, attempting a pinfall. Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Acquin kicks out!

Adams: Frost isn't working by the hour.

Frost gets back to his feet, waiting for Acquin to return to his. As Acquin returns to his knees, Frost charges at the ropes. He returns to the middle of the ring, but Acquin jumps up, nailing Frost across the jaw with a powerful clothesline. Frost hits the canvas hard.

Adams: That's something we haven't seen before.

Simone: What is?

Adams: What Frost's face looks like when it's hurt.

Acquin gets back to his feet and stomps on Frost, driving his boot in to Frost's chest. Frost rolls to his knees but Acquin pulls his boot back and punts Frost in the ribs, the force of the kick making Frost fly off the mat. Frost rolls away from Acquin but Acquin stays on the attack. He pulls Frost to his feet and whips him in to the corner. Acquin charges in and slams in to Frost with a running clothesline. Acquin pulls back a hand and slams it across Frost's chest with a knife edge chop. He pulls his hand back and drills him with a second one. Acquin pulls Frost out of the corner and grabs his head. Acquin spins back to back with Frost and drops him down with a hanging neckbreaker. Acquin sits up and quickly gets back to his feet. He leans back against the ropes and waits for Frost to get back to his feet. As Frost returns to his feet, Acquin charges at him and catches him with a high knee strike to the face, sending Frost to the canvas. Acquin drops down for the cover Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Frost kicks out!

Simone: Acquin in control of this one.

Acquin glares at Drew but Drew holds his fingers up, indicating a two count. Acquin pulls Frost to his feet and backs him up against the ropes. Acquin whips Frost against the opposite rope and moves towards the center of the ring. As Frost gets to the other ropes, he jumps on the middle rope and springboards backwards, landing with a springboard high cross body on Acquin. Acquin pushes Frost off before the ref can count and gets back on to his feet as does Frost. Acquin attempts to clothesline Frost, but Frost ducks, hooks him up behind. Frost drops backwards with a swinging Russian legsweep, driving Acquin in to the canvas!

Adams: This is like the tea cup ride, spinning around and around and around.

Frost rolls through the legsweep and to his feet in one quick movement. He pulls Acquin to his feet and lifts him over in a quick snap suplex before heading outside the ring and on to the apron. Frost grabs hold of the top rope and slingshots himself over the top and crashes down on Acquin with a flipping senton splash. Acquin tries to roll away, but Frost rolls him on to his back for the cover. Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Acquin gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Frost nearly picked up the win there.

Frost pulls Acquin to his feet, moving behind him and lifting him over with a German suplex. Frost moves towards the ropes as Acquin returns to his feet. Frost charges at Acquin, jumping in the air with a light leg clothesline and knocking him to the canvas. Acquin scrambles to his feet and in to the corner but Frost charges at him, catching him with a charging roaring elbow to the top of the head and knocking him to the canvas. The fans start to get behind Frost as he steps back. Acquin sits in the corner and Frost charges at him, aiming a knee to the head, but Acquin moves out of the way and Frost charges knee first in to the turnbuckle. He turns, limping away but Acquin gets to his feet and charges out, knocking Frost to the canvas with a chopblock. Acquin gets to his feet and lifts Frost's knee, dropping his boot behind Frost's leg.

Adams: Acquin targeting the knee of Frost now.

Acquin lifts Frost to his feet before kicking him in the gut and with one swift movement, drops him down with a flowing DDT. Frost bounces off the canvas, but Acquin rolls him on to his back and goes for the pin. Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Frost just kicks out in the nick of time!

Simone: Wow! That was close.

Acquin hits the canvas in frustration and aggressively pulls Frost to his feet. Acquin picks Frost up and drops him down with a standing spinebuster. He steps back and moves to Frost's side before jumping in the air with a standing jumping knee drop, catching Frost on the head. Acquin stands up and looks towards Jon Dough, waving his hands to the side and mouthing the words "It's over".

Adams: Acquin looking to end this one.

Acquin pulls Frost to his feet and grabs his arms, turning him around for the Nightmare, but Frost lifts a foot and kicks Acquin off as Acquin turns around Frost jumps up, looking for a standing tornado DDT, but Acquin pushes him off. Frost runs towards Acquin, but Acquin side steps and blasts Frost with a kick to the back of the knee, sending him flying on to his back. Acquin pulls Frost back to his feet and hooks him up with a full nelson before dropping him on to his face!

Simone: Nightmare 2!

Acquin rolls Frost over and hooks the leg. Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1...
2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match.... Joshua Acquin!

Acquin stands up and motions a belt around his waist to Jon Dough, as Jon slides in the ring to check on Frost.

Simone: Acquin has beaten one half of the tag team champions!

Adams: He said he wants those belts and he could be one good partner away from getting his wish!




”Amazing” by Hi Fashion begins playing over the speakers as cameramen file through the curtains. The lights lower slightly as strobes flash above the ramp. Angelica walks through the curtains with Holly Wood right next to her. Both ladies look rather pedestrian as they strike a pose for the cameras. Angelica throws her arm behind her as she brushes her hair out of her face while Holly leans to her side, putting a finger to her cherry red lips. As the music picks up again, Delia struts out in a white wig and large sunglasses that cover half of her face. She is wearing a pink blazer with heavy shoulder pads and a matching skirt. She has a cigarette in her hand as she sways her hips. Her two sidekicks quickly come behind her, striking poses for the cameras as they act like paparazzi.

Simone: If this is their runway for the week, even I have to say that I’m not impressed…

Adams: Any time I get to see Angelica, I am one hundred and ten percent happy. Sorry ‘bout it, Ms Rocky Mountains!

Angelica and Holly dash past Delia and jump onto the apron. They sway their hips seductively as Delia slowly claps her hands. She takes one last drag from her cigarette, dropping it on the ground and smashing it out. She nods her head as she exhales. The two ladies sit on the ropes as Delia climbs onto the apron, sliding her jacket off. Holly catches it as Delia climbs through the ropes. Her pink tie dangles against her black blouse as she stands in the center of the ring, slowly taking her sunglasses off of her face and tucking them into her Gucci bag. She looks around with a wry smile on her face as Angelica fetches her a microphone.

Crowd: MEAN BITCHES! MEAN BITCHES! MEAN BITCHES! MEAN BITCHES!

Delia: Chant what you like, but z’e point is lost on me! S’row your trash at me. Call me z’e bitch. Nos’ing matters to me, because I will go home tonight… knowing I am better z’an you all. I will go home to my mansion after I pack my bags in my fancy suite, and drive my fancy cars, and nos’ing you can say will affect me. Sorry ‘bout it, darlings…

Delia smirks as she turns around to face the other side of the audience. She gently brushes the white hair from out of her face, looking at each and every angry face in front of her.

Delia: I will soon declare z’is ring to be property of Mean Girls, because we… own… z’is… bitch! We come out here, week in and week out, vomiting on z’e fans, pouring blood on z’e fans, assaulting fans, and even assaulting staff members. And do you know what happens? Not a fucking s’ing! Because Mark Ward, Erik Staggs, and Christian Underwood know z’at I am z’e only s’ing z’at will keep z’e Bombshell Division going. Face it, I am z’e most fabulous s’ing to ever step in a wrestling ring, no? Of course I am… Mean Girls will do what we want… where we want… when we wa-…

All of a sudden trash and rotting food fall from the rafters surprising the girls, with them distracted, Amy hops the guard rail and climbs into the ring, where she the Bad Girl on Angelica before quickly getting to her feet. However, before Amy could react, Holly Wood charges at Amy and crashes into her, knocking them both to the mat. Delia turns and begins to stomp on Amy, allowing Holly Wood a moment to get up.

Delia: Grab z’is American pig!

Delia screams at Holly Wood as she flicks some cabbage from her arm in disgust. Holly Wood then grabs Amy from behind.

Delia: I refuse to accept trash dumping trash on me, bitch! In case you did not get z’e point at My Bloody Valentine, let me remind you, darling…

She slaps Amy across the face before digging into her pocket and pulling a tube of lipstick out. Amy glares at Delia, as she ignore the stinging sensation on the side of her face, as she shakes her head as she doesn’t want another crappy makeover and begins a fight back. Hitting a low blow on Holly with one of her legs, this sends her to the mat, Amy then turns to see Delia charging, but quickly halts her charge by tripping her up. This gives Amy a few moments of breathing space, which allows Amy to pull out a pair of brass knucks and drop to one knee and knock Holly Wood out. Getting to her feet once more, Amy turns and comes face to face with Delia. Backing away briefly, Amy picks up a mic and raises it to her lips.

Amy: Listen up you sorry piece of French trash… you may have gotten lucky with your attack at My Bloody Valentine and I was stupid enough to give you a free pass. But when my name slipped passed your botoxed lips last week and going as far as attacking Miss Rocky Mountain, you crossed a line. Granted Rocky is a little annoying at times – but you crossed that line where nobody is going to just sit back watch anymore. I am out here to teach you a lesson

Amy raises her brass knucks covered fist to cheers from the audience. Delia, Angelica, and Holly barely move on the ground as Amy makes her exit.




The now familiar sounds of “Above All” by Newsted are heard over the PA system as the camera cuts to Matthew Kennedy’s newsroom where we see him and an excited Marty McFarge, we soon see why as this week they have not one but two guests in the forms of Song and Orchid, the FoShan Bombshells.

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

MM: And I’m glad that the desk is concealing my bo……

MK: Try not to traumatize the audience Marty……again……

MM: Fine, I’m Marty McFarge!

MK: In tonight’s top story, “Big Money” Jimmy Ringo is a gigantic asshole with a dick so tiny that even the prostitutes laugh at it earning him the nickname “Big Money, Little Willy”.

MM: We stress that this news came from Matthew’s Protégé Lizzie and not our usual source!

Simone: They have sources?

Adams Yes, I’m one of them!

Simone: That explains a lot!

MK: Tonight’s guests are one of many tag teams and alliances that will be tested by this year’s Blast from the Past Tournament as both of these lovely Bombshells are competing in tonight’s tournament matches, Song and Orchid, The FoShan Bombshells!

MM: First three questions, how are you two ladies this evening, are you single and are you up for a three-way with me?

Simone: Oh my god……

Adams: I didn’t think it was possible but he’s even less subtle than ever before!

Song: Wow, you want to smack him or should I?

Orchid: Oh Song relax he’s just being a guy. Well Marty we’re fine, we’re single, and my drunken monkey who sleep with anything would not even touch you.

MK: Your promiscuous monkey has high standards, I applaud it for that.

Simone: That’s gotta be the first time in history that that sentence has been said on a wrestling show.

Adams: Forget wrestling, just TV in general!

MK: Now onto the questions I actually had input on, the two of you are competing in this year’s Blast from the Past Tournament as I already stated, what are your thoughts on your tag team partners and how would you feel about being put against each other in the next round?

Song looks at Matthew and gives him a quick smile then turns to look at Orchid.

Song: Yea Orchid how would you feel if Ben Jordan and I had to face you and Max Burke?

Song leans back in her chair.

Song: You claim that you and Mr. "Pro Wrestling's Pedigree" are going to win it all and to do that you’re going to have to go thru me and The Cockney King.

Orchid: Well I do think Max and I are going to win it. If you’re the one I have to beat to win it all then so be it.

Song: Really? You think you can defeat me?

Orchid looks at song then at Matthew.

Song: Don't look at him look at me.

Orchid starts to show some anger in her face.

MM: I’m just going to sit here and wait for the catfight to start!

Orchid: I think that Ben has no chance in the ring vs Max. So yes I feel that we can win it all.

Song: No, what happens if it's you and me in the ring Orchid, then what.

A few seconds go by.

MM: No catfight?

MK: Not on my show.

Song: WELL!

Orchid: Song I'm sorry. The truth is, Please forgive my English if I say this wrong but, the only thing that is standing in the way of me putting you down on the mat is the feet that you stand on.

MK: Yes……onto my next question, as we all know Misty and Vixen lost the Bombshell Tag Team Titles to Joanne Canelli, AKA next week’s guest, and Emma Rose, now you two have competed for the Bombshell Tag Team Titles twice and both times you put up a valiant effort but fell short.

MM: Almost as short as Jessie Salco’s boyfriend’s penis.

MK: Didn’t they get engaged?

Marty shrugs and Matthew continues.

MK: If you were to face Emma and Joanne in a Bombshell Tag Title Match do you think you could beat them for the titles?

Orchid: Well...

Song: You said enough for today Orchid. As for Emma and Joanne that's hard to say. They did what we failed to do twice. They showed there the better team, as for a title shot, I say why not just have us in a non-title match first to see we're that goes.

Song looks directly at the camera.

Song: Emma Rose and Joanne Canelli, Orchid and I would like to challenge you two to a match.

MK: You heard it here first people, the FoShan Bombshells have laid down a challenge for a non-title match against the reigning Bombshell Tag Team Champions, that’s all the time we have for this week’s segment.

MM: Awwwww!

MK: Tune in next week were I’ll try to get an answer out of one half of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions! See you then!




The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Around Hot Stuff's waist is the ACW World Title. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He jumps down, reaching out to Justin for a microphone. Justin hands it to him and the music fades away.

HS: Yeah, this title looks good around my waist.

The fans boo

HS: Boo all you want, yell all you want, scream and shout, but I got more important things to talk to you about first before I talk about this thing.

Hot Stuff pulls the belt off from around his waist and just tosses it towards the floor.

HS: TIme for a little history lesson for you all, involving something that happened at My Bloody Valentine, before I kicked Drake Green's worthless arse. I'm talking about the arrival of a certain Nicolas L Bair.

Hot Stuff bites his lip.

HS: I know a lot of you are unaware of Blair, and there are days I wish I was too. God do I wish I was unaware of him. We have a history, we have a past, where we kicked seven bags of shit out of each other. We beat each other all over the world for a title belt and it ended with me finishing off once and for all. I put Lucifer back in his cage. Yes, he really is Lucifer. The man has no soul, he has no limits, he has nothing but darkness, nothing but smooth anger. I put him in that cage years ago and he hasn't been seen since, until Christian took the bolt cutters and let him walk the earth again.

Hot Stuff shakes his head.

HS: Then my co-owner informs me that there will be a match at Blaze Of Glory III. Get ready for a world exclusive here because I will be in the ring, with Nicolas Blair, at Blaze Of Glory III.

The fans burst in to cheers.

HS: You knew I was done after Blaze Of Glory III Christian, and you threw this one at me! I am NOT going out against Nicolas L Blair, I am not giving him a chance to bury my career, I refuse to have that as my last match. So, as we already know Christian, we have a supercard in Africa, THAT will now be my last match, and that will be against Austin Parker. I will glady take on anyone on every Climax Control up until that point, but I will not bow out of my career against the devil known as Nicolas L Blair. I will not have people remember my last match, as going out to Blair. Throw anyone you like at me between now and Austin, but my last match will be against the cowboy and not the devil.

Adams: Hot Stuff is extending his career!

Simone: Yippee

Adams: Sarcasm.

Simone: You're getting better at this.

HS: My only question to you Christian, is why? Why release him? In fact, I demand to know why, next week, on Climax Control. I want you to bring Blair to this ring, and tell the world why you decided to drag this guy from hell and give him one more shot in the limelight.

Adams: Wow! Hot Stuff is making demands now!

Simone: Nothing new there.

HS: Right, now we got that little devil talk out of the way, this title here.

Hot Stuff picks up the ACW championship belt.

HS: I said a while ago, that if I win this thing.... well scratch if, I knew I was gonna win this thing, but I said that Drake Green can have it back. You heard me right, I will hand it back to Drake Green, if he came to the ring and told you all the truth. If he told you all that he was using you all, for his own personal means, to make this title belt have a little meaning. I stand by that statement. If Drake Green comes down to the ring right now and admits that, then he will be crowned new ACW champion, for the second time in his career.

Hot Stuff throws the title belt over his shoulder.

HS: This offer is not gonna last forever Drake. We have a Triple Threat match up next, if you don't want it, whoever wins that can have it.

A chant of "Showtime" echoes around the arena.

HS: So come on Drake. Come and be handed the title belt again for the second time in your career.

Hot Stuff looks at the top of the ramp.

HS: Come on Drake, we haven't got all day.

Hot Stuff continues to wait, but still no Drake Green. Hot Stuff raises the microphone to his lips, a smirk on his face.

HS: Looks like there will be a new ACW champion tonight, but it's not gonna be Drake Green.

Hot Stuff drops the mic as Midnighit/Tornado starts to play. He takes the ACW title belt towards Jason Adams and drops it in front of him on the desk.

Adams: Am I the new champ?

Hot Stuff shakes his head.

HS: Nope.

Hot Stuff sits next to the commentary table, waiting for the announcements to be made.




DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following is a triple threat match and is now for the ACW World Championship! Introducing first…

The lights in the arena die down. "This Is Why I Rock" begins 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.

Justin: From Hollywood, California…weighing in at 210 pounds…JT Starr!

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 boos 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.

“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.

Justin: From Dallas, Texas…weighing in at 240 pounds…Deavon Justice!

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.

The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

v/o: "Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?"

As soon as the voice over ends, you hear the voice of Phil Collins start up with...

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two people rising up from the floor. The arena erupts into boos and slight cheers as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Once both have risen like a phoenix from its ashes, they step out of the ring of fire with Sean completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

Justin: From Dallas, Texas as well…the REAL NWA CHAMPION…the “Mental Rapist”…Sean Jackson!

A slight smile forms on his face. Lord only knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spotlights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson is dressed in a white shirt with the NWA logo on the front, blood pouring from the bottom. He is also wearing black trunks with gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "Mental" and on the opposite leg you see "Rapist".

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

DING! DING! DING!

The three men go right after each other and Justice manages to fight them both off. He knocks Starr hard in the side of the face, which sends him down to the mat and then kicks Jackson right in the gut, which drops him down to one knee.

Simone: Deavon Justice getting an early advantage here.

Justin picks Jackson up and then blasts him with a hard European uppercut, which sends Sean back into the ropes. As he bounces back, Deavon grabs him and throws him down to the mat hard with a powerslam.

Adams: That hurt me!

HS: It would…

Justice goes to pick up Jackson again but he is met with a dropkick in the back from JT Starr that sends him through the ropes and down to ringside. Seeing his opportunity, Starr drops for the cover on Jackson and Jasmine drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Adams: No! A kickout by the Mental Rapist!

JT and Sean get up and lock up with each other at the same time. The stronger Jackson starts to thrust knees into the mid-section of Starr and he drops down to one knee. Jackson backs up and unleashes a hard right foot to the side of JT’s face.

SMACK!

Adams: What a hard shot from Jackson!

Simone: And he’s going for the cover!

Before the ref can drop his hand for the three count, Justice runs in and drops an elbow onto the back of Jackson’s head to break up the pinfall.

Adams: Just in time!

Justice picks Jackson up by his head and then head butts him back down to the mat. He starts to stomp on Jackson but he rolls toward the apron and slides out down to ringside. Justice starts to taunt him but JT Starr comes up from behind and rolls him up.

Adams: Out of nowhere!

One!

Two!

Deavon kicks out at the last second but before he can get up, Starr jumps on top of him and begins to drop bombs of lefts and rights on his face over and over again. He jumps up and shows off for the crowd.

Crowd: Boo!

Simone: The San Francisco crowd is certainly not appreciative of JT Starr.

HS: I don’t know if any crowd likes this bloke. Me included.

He walks back over to Justice, who is trying to crawl away, and grabs him by his hair. He pulls him up and snap mares him over his body with his hair. Justice screams out in pain and Starr sits him up and applies a rear face lock.

Adams: Starr is starting to show his vicious side.

HS: Vicious? Boy’s a wanker if ya ask me.

Back in the ring Starr pulls Justice up but they are both knocked down to the mat with a surprise double clothesline from the Mental Rapist Sean Jackson. He drops a leg on JT Starr and then jumps up and drops an elbow on to Deavon.

HS: Now that is a vicious bloke…

He jumps back up and goes for the cover on Justice and Jasmine St. John drops down to the mat to make the count.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: No!

Simone: Justice kicked out at the last second.

As Jackson gets up Justice pulls her right back down to the mat and lock Sean’s arms in his legs and locks his hands around Jackson’s face, applying a crossface submission.

Adams: POETIC JUSTICE!

Simone: He’s got it locked in!

HS: Boo!

Justice applies pressure, pulling Jackson’s head back but before Sean can tap, JT Starr kicks Justice in the head, breaking the hold.

Simone: Jackson just got lucky there. This one was over.

HS: Please…

Starr starts to stomp on Justice. He picks him up and sets him up for the FINAL CUT swinging reverse STO but Jackson runs over and shoulder blocks both men to the ground. He starts to kick Starr but Justice runs up behind him and grabs him. He turns Sean around and kicks him in the gut. Deavon scoops Jackson up and sets him up on to his shoulder. He looks around for a moment and then darts for the ropes. As he gets there, he dumps Jackson down to ringside.

Crowd: POP!

Simone: Oh my god!

With Jackson down at ringside, Justice turns his attention back over to JT Starr. He picks him up off of the mat and whips him in to the corner. As Starr bounces out of the corner, Deavon leaps forward to land a flying lariat but Starr counters and sends him head first into the steel ring post and then drops down to the mat himself out of fatigue.

Simone: All three competitors are out!

Adams: This is madness!

Both Starr and Justice start to get up at the same time. Noticing this, Starr runs over and attempts a swinging neckbreaker but Justice pushes him off and then grabs him and pulls his head in between his legs, hooks his arms and then lifts Starr’s legs up in to the air and sends him crashing down on to the mat on her head.

Adams: RIGAMORTIS! Double under-hook piledriver!

Simone: This one is over!

HS: Again…gotta do things me self

Hot Stuff gets up from the commentary table and walks over to the ring.

Adams: Where is Mark Ward going?

Simone: I don’t know but this can’t be good…

Ward jumps up on the apron and distracts Jasmine as Justice is going for the winning pin. Seeing this. Deavon stands up and goes to get Jasmine’s attention. As he stands up he is met with a steel chair in the face.

SMACK!

Adams: Oh come on!

Justice falls down to the mat and Sean Jackson stands over him with a chair in his hand. Jackson throws the chair out of the ring and then kicks Justice down to the ringside floor. He turns to Starr is getting up off of the mat and is now kneeling. Jackson launches at him and hits him with shining wizard to the back of the head.

Simone: GAME CALLED DUE TO DARKNESS!

Adams: Come on!

Ward hops off of the apron and Jasmine turns around just in time to see Jackson going for the cover. She drops down for the count.

One!

Two!

Adams: No!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner and NEW ACW Champion…Sean Jackson!

Mark Ward gets in to the ring with the ACW belt and hands it to Jackson. He raises Sean’s arm in victory as the crowd showers them with boos.

Simone: I'm not sure what's going on here, but it seems like Hot Stuff had his champion picked out all along.




The camera cuts to a hall backstage, where Simon Jones can be seen, leaning against the wall, reading a copy of the programme for the night's show. Within a matter of seconds, "Stoner" Scott Oliver appears.

Stoner: Hey, uh...Simon?

Simon turns his attention away from the programme, to look at the reporter.

Simon: Alright, Scott? Is there something that I can help you with - are you after an interview?

Stoner frowns.

Stoner: A what?

Simon: An interview.

Stoner takes a moment to process the words uttered by Simon, before shaking his head.

Stoner: Oh, right...no, I, uh...I just wanted to know if you had seen Ben Jordan.

Simon: May I ask, why are you looking for Ben?

Stoner: Because I want to tell him how awesome I think the name is that he came up with for him and Song.

Now it is Simon's turn to frown.

Simon: And what name is that?

Stoner: Team Bong!

Simon smirks.

Simon: Yeah, I remember now - I'm not surprised that you like that name. On that subject, if teams in the Blast from the Past tournament are being given epithets, by combining shortened versions of the names of the two partners, then what does that make the team of myself and Brandi Shotze? Team Brimon? Team Sindi? Actually, that second one is probably not a good idea - it would make us sound like we were advertising a range of dolls.

Not for the first time, Stoner has a look of confusion on his face.

Stoner: Dolls?

Simon: There's a British doll, called Sindy. So, what else could Brandi and I be referred to as?

Simon glances upwards, as he ponders his question.

Simon: How about Team Jotze? Or Team Shones? No, that one is no good either - it could give the impression that we are mocking people that suffer from Shone's syndrome.

Simon looks back to Stoner.

Simon: It's a heart disease, before you ask.

Simon sighs.

Simon: I think it might take a bit more effort to come up with a suitable name for our team.

Stoner: So, anyhow...have you seen him?

Simon: Who, Ben Jordan?

Stoner nods his head.

Stoner: Yeah.

Simon: No, not tonight; sorry.

Stoner: Okay, um...thanks anyway.

As Stoner wanders off, and Simon resumes reading his programme, the scene cuts away.




Backstage at the War Memorial Gymnasium, sultry SCW reporter, Pussy Willow, stands along the backdrop of a Sin City Wrestling banner with a low cut, shimmering gown on, with a microphone in hand and a bright smile on her comely lips.

But it's the young man standing beside her that is the reason for this visit to the back hall of the building where the wresters and stars prepare for entertaining the crowd. With a black and hot pink vest over his chest, a hot pink bow tie around his warm throat and trademark hotpink shades worn over his eyes, newcomer Jamie Dean aka the Any Night Delight, stands to Pussy's right with his hands on hips that seem to wave gently from side to side, only occasionally brushing up against Miss Willow's own hip.

PW: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here tonight to speak with a man who has yet to make his official debut inside of the six-sided ring of Sin City Wrestling but that fact has not stopped him from making an impact, never the less. Call him 'Tyrannosaurus Sex'. Call him the 'Excellence In Sexecution'. But tonight, Jamie Dean debuts in-ring in the second annual Blast From the Past tournament. Jamie...

Pussy Willow turns to address him but Jamie is staring down at the blonde's amply cleavage being shown off by her low cut gown. Jamie raises his shades for a better perspective and points towards them.

Jamie: Are those new? I mean, is that new?

PW: Excuse me!?

Jamie: The necklace, sweetheart! The necklace!

Pussy glances down and sees where Jamie is actually pointing, toward a modest ruby necklace being work around her neck, the pendant of which is near down to the top of her cleavage.

PW: Oh! That! I thought you were talking about...

Jamie: No. Although those are nice too.

PW: What is it with men like you and big boobs?

Jamie: What is it with men like me and big ... smiles. To each their own I guess. Big boobs. Big smiles. They're always nice to come across.

Pussy Willow stares at Jamie and he retains that perpetual smile on his kisser until he laughs and points at her.

Jamie: hey if you took that the wrong way, then that makes you the pervert! Not me! Although...

Pussy shakes her head, clearly perplexed.

PW: You are a very confusing individual, Jamie Dean. I thought you were...

Jamie just shrugs.

Jamie: Hey, I know what I likes, but why limit yourself and be bothered with labels? Sex is sex. A hole is a hole, and truth be told, lips are lips. Some just know how to use them better than others.

PW: Okay! Before this gets any more uncomfortable than it already is, I thought it would be best to get down to business.

Jamie: If I had a dollar for every time someone's said that to me...

PW: (interrupting) Before we address your first round match tonight, we understand that win or lose, next week you'll be in singles competition, a first for you in SCW. It seems that Jon Dough, one-half of the Tag Team Champions, has expressed a great interest in going up against you. ... Er, maybe I should rephrase that!

Jamie holds up a hand and grins widely.

Jamie: Why bother? It just shows the man has good taste. or, the man tastes good. But business before pleasure. One on one with Jon Dough? he's the guy that likes to lead the fans in sing-a-longs, isn't he?

PW: Er, yes?

Jamie: Hunh. And people call me gay.

Jamie shrugs.

Jamie: I have no qualms at meating the guy, believe me. It'll be fun! It'd be even more fun if he'd lose some of the back polyester he uses to cover the bod. Just leave the mask. Better safe than sorry. Masks can be fun. You have to admire a man in a mask.

Jamie nudges Pussy Willow in the shoulder.

Jamie: Some of my best dates have ended with a man in a mask.

PW: I'm going to have to have neurosurgery to remove that mental image from my head.

She shivers involuntarily.

PW: But tonight the stakes are somewhat higher, because you're teaming with the first and to date, only Bombshell Grand-Slam winner in Vixen to oppose Ben Jordan and one-half of the FoShan Bombshells in Song. What are your thoughts going into tonight's opening round match?

Jamie: Well I tried to go to Vixen's dressing room for a little pre-match strat session, but somehow I ended up in Ben Jordan's room instead and interrupted his getting dressed. Imagine my surprise!

PW: I can only imagine!

Jamie: So can I! That damn thing had to be this big!

Jamie holds his hands about a foot apart.

Jamie: Its no damn wonder why they call him the Cock King!

PW: Cockney.

Jamie doesn't seem to hear her.

Jamie: Seriously! The guy would have made a killing at Can-Am, and seeing that just makes me wish the stips were the same here as they were there! Hell I'd be halfway tempted to throw this damn match if they were! Mmm!

Jamie shudders but with a smile, fanning open his vest.

PW: But you won't... I hope! Your partner is depending on you to hold up your end of things.

Jamie: Oh trust me, tits, er, toots! My end? It's always up --- read, willing, and always waiting. Vixen hasn't got a thing to worry about. Ben Jordan, the Cock King? I can't say the same for him... unless he's the adventurous sort.

PW: Cockney.

Jamie: Hm?

PW: His name is the Cockney King!

Jamie bumps hips with Pussy and winks at her.

Jamie: I'll have him all to myself in a matter of minutes. I'll call him what I want to.

And with that, Jamie turns and walks off the set.




A scene flashes on the SCW-Tron...

LAST WEEK ON CLIMAX CONTROL...

Junior: Alright pops, go ahead and say it, am I or am I the smartest wrestler you’ve ever handled? That was slick and you know it, so go ahead and lay it on me, let’s hear some of that praise.

Moments before in the ring, the young Gene Banton Junior had been in a hotly contested matchup against one of SCW’s most accomplished stars in Jordan Williams, a wrestler with more than 18 years’ experience. When the younger man had brought a folding chair into the ring ostensibly to use as a weapon his opponent managed to pull it from his grasp and prepared to use it himself. But thinking quickly Gene noticed the referee about to turn around and flopped to the mat feigning unconsciousness and thus tricking the official into disqualifying his opponent. His face was awash with smugness as he queried his father, looking for obvious approval.

Gene SR.: I don’t think..,

Gene Banton Sr. paused to carefully choose his words

Gene SR.: ...that I have ever seen a more stupid, ill-advised boneheaded maneuver in all of my years in this business”

He said gruffly.

Junior: W-what the hell are you talking about?

The younger man gasped.

Junior: I got the job done, didn’t I?

He asked though he had no intention of waiting for an answer as his emotions burst forth demanding further justification.

Junior: I went out there and took care of business. I outsmarted and flat out wrestled a multiple time champion, made him look like a jackass and advanced our team to the next round in only my second match as a pro and you’re acting as if I had just lost to Barry Horowitz!

Turning to leave he waved his hand dismissively, saying derisively.

Junior: Ah you’re just pissed off because I beat your hero.

Before he could leave however; he was gripped tightly around the elbow by his father and forcibly spun around bringing him into a stare down with Gene Senior’s unwavering steely blue lenses.

Gene SR.: Listen here boy,

The elder man said sternly through gritted teeth.

Gene SR.: My only hero is me, got it? Furthermore, you had Williams beat after that low blow and you should’ve covered him right there, but instead you had to showboat for the fans giving him time to recover. Then you finally bring a chair into the ring and he managed to snatch it from you. You were lucky to catch the referee turning around when you did, but what would have happened had he not turned around? You would have been knocked senseless by that same damned chair that you had brought into the ring and your ass would have been beat!

He paused to loosen his grip on his son although his gaze remained.

Gene SR.: Son, there will be plenty of time for showboating after the match is over, ok? If you spend too much time during the match showing off you give your opponent time to recover.

His voice softened as he continued.

Gene SR.: Don’t worry about what the fans or announcers think. Just get the win and I can promise you that they will be singing your praises in time, ok?

His arm finally free Junior blinked bemusedly at his father.

Junior: I don’t get it pops, my second match as a pro, and I beat one of the best in SCW history but you’re acting as if I had lost!

Abruptly he turned, snatching a towel from a nearby faded wooden bench.

Junior: Ah forget it”

He sighed heavily beginning his march toward the shower room.

Junior: You ain’t gonna be happy until I get my face on Mount Rushmore! I’m just gonna have to show you and everybody else how great I truly am next week.

Erika: Don’t you think you were a little hard on him?

Erika Stark asked softly, looking on as the youngster’s silhouette disappeared into the confines of the berthing area.

Erika: You have to admit, what he did was pretty good.

Gene SR.: Oh, it was

Gene Senior admitted, bowing his head in contemplation.

Gene SR.: It had me grinning from ear to ear but he can be better. He is my son and like any son he has a psychological need for his father’s approval. If I give it to him too easily he will become complacent but if I make him earn it, I can bring out the best in him.

Erika: It makes sense.

Erika admitted turning her gaze back towards her friend and partner.

Erika: But I can’t help but to wonder what he has up his sleeve next week?

Gene SR.: Something good I think.

THE PRESENT

And the SCW-Tron turns off and we switch back to ringsidee.

Adams: Man this is gonna be good!

Simone: Well it looks like we don’t have to long as the Goldenboy is already on his way to the ring!

The camera pans towards the aisle where the second generation star quietly walks out sans music and fanfare. Decked out in black tights, boots and pads his face appears steadfast in determination as he arrives ringside and slides into the ring. Brushing aside an errant strand of curly blond hair he hastily snatches the microphone from the ring announcer and dismisses him with a wave of his hand.

Junior: Is this thing on? Hey check it out, so I’m arguing with my pops, right? He’s being a grumpy old man telling me I ain’t done nothing after beating Jordan Williams last week and that I still need to prove myself. Like I got something to prove, right? So any way I figure I’d just go ahead and shut the old man up and make one major, badass statement in front of the whole world. Tonight I am gonna prove just how great I truly am. I spent an entire week – well – not all of it, I also spent some time sleeping, eating, getting laid and stuff but you get the idea, looking for the most awe inspiring, fear inducing wrestler on the face of the planet, a wrestler that would make my old man pee his pants to provide me with the most agonizing, strenuous challenge possible and tonight, in this very ring courtesy of good ole Jr. I will go forth and prove to the entire universe, or whatever parts have TV just who is the best here in the SCW.

Adams: Oh wow! This is great! I’ll bet he cloned and resurrected Hercules or something.

Simone: Or trolled the internet forums.

Junior: Now, this is a challenge of such magnitude that when I pitched it to Christian and Mark they flat out refused to sanction it! I don’t blame them, to put the face of the SCW and their future at risk against such a monster is a bit much for anyone to stomach. So I have to go it alone but its ok because I’m ready. Now, there’s just one more problem to address..,

He steps through the ropes and drops to the floor walking towards the timekeeper’s table where he finds a roll of duct tape. With the tape in hand he quickly climbs back into the ring.

Adams: What’s the duct tape for?

Simone: I hope it’s for his mouth but I’m probably asking too much.

Junior: It’s hard to get good press when you have announcers who are deaf, dumb and blind, announcers who can’t see true greatness even when it’s right in front of their face!

He begins to unwind the tape from the roll and slowly wraps it around the microphone and his wrist effectively taping the two together.

Junior: So I have decided that from now on I am going to have to call my own matches! This way you won’t have to be subjected to the bias of ringside announcers, announcers with an agenda to push. I am going to give you the full scoop on the sheer awesometicity that is yours truly!

Simone: Is that even a word?

Adams: No idea but since he’s calling the match I’m going to the concession stand. I’ve been craving ice cream all day.

Junior: Now you’ll see all of the subtle nuances of greatness pointed out for you in detail and now you won’t miss a thing!

Finally finished with the roll, Junior tosses the duct tape back onto the announce table and with the microphone firmly secured to his wrist he continues,

Junior: We are now ready to begin. Bring out… the monster of mayhem and let’s get this challenge on! Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the single most awe inspiring specimen of wrestling – besides me – Timmy the Great!

Simone: Finally some action, maybe my ears will stop ringing.

God of Thunder by Kiss blares out over the PA system as the camera and strobe lights pan down the aisle towards the entrance. Pyro shoots forth from the launchers at the edge as smoke fills the ramp way. The curtains part and a small, chunky figure emerges, his arms stretched outward in presentation. Pausing at the foot of the ramp, allowing for the smoke to clear a young boy of perhaps nine or ten years of ages is revealed.

Simone: Is that a… kid..?

Clad in black shorts, a red tee shirt with matching black boots and pads the boy makes his way down the aisle towards the ring as the crowd looks on in stunned silence. Junior quickly breaks the silence with his commentary.

Junior: Oh my God! Look at this monster! Geno is in for some serious trouble! I’m not even sure if he can survive an encounter with such a beast!

Feigning the appearance of abject terror, Junior slowly backs off as his opponent enters the ring.

Junior: The beast is scowling; he wants blood and Geno’s in there all alone! Oh my God!

Looking on Junior calls for the bell signaling the start of the match. The well-muscled blond circles the considerably smaller boy in the center of the ring, providing his own color commentary as he does,

Junior: Geno looks a little nervous and I can’t say I blame him. Word on the street is that Timmy has never lost an Efed match which means the face of the SCW has his work cut out for him.

They lock up collar and elbow. Junior easily overpowers his opponent sending him hurtling across the ring and landing on his behind.

Junior: I don’t believe it! Geno with an incredible display of raw power! He’s even stronger than his pops!

He supplements the commentary with a brief pose, flexing his trapezius while sticking his tongue out. A brief strut around the ring ensues while Timmy, the 9 year old monster of mayhem climbs back to his feet. They meet again in the center of the ring with Junior calling the play by play,

Junior: They lock up in the middle, two magnificent athletes putting it all on the line for the fans in attendance. Only one can emerge victorious, only one will reign supreme. Who will be that man?

Junior allows himself to be placed into a side headlock. Pretending to struggle for a moment he then wrangles free of the hold taking grip of Timmy’s hand and arm whipping him across the ring and is rewarded for his efforts by a cacophony of thunderous jeering from the crowd.

Junior: Geno with his cat like quickness escapes and executes a dazzling arm drag. They rise to their feet, Timmy’s face bearing a steely gaze of determination.., the games are over. It’s time to get serious.

Timmy charges but Junior easily leapfrogs the boy. Rebounding off of the rope Junior drops to the mat and Timmy steps over him rebounding off of the far side ropes and is caught with a 360 tilt – a – whirl suplex which draws another cacophonous round of boos from the audience. Junior rises to his feet bearing that trademark smirk strutting towards the camera.

Junior: Unbelievable! Geno is putting on a wrestling clinic today, quickness, power, and execution. By God this kid has it all!

Simone: Among other things.

Looking out into a vast sea of searing disapproval Junior notices the figure of his father standing at the head of the ramp, looking on stoically, his arms folded indifferently across his chest.

Junior: Ladies and gentlemen there he is Geno’s biggest fan, his pops! Who’s your hero now pops? Oh I know you’re probably day-dreaming of some stud like Rock Rose. That just means I’m gonna have to put on another display of epic prowess.

With his attention focused squarely on his father the young man fails to notice Timmy slowly rising back to his feet. The crowd continues to jeer Junior’s antics and begins throwing soda cups, tin cans and wadded balls of paper into the ring in an effort to distract him from his foe for that crucial extra moment. Stepping carefully behind him the boy measures up and delivers a strong kick to the genitals! Junior clutches his lower abdomen in agony, his knees clenching together and collapses to the mat to the delight of the crowd. Timmy hooks the leg and makes the cover..,

One…

Two…

Thr..,

Simone: Damn it Junior kicks out!

Timmy follows up with forearm blows to the back of the head and neck as Junior clutches the ropes and begins to pull himself upright. Not noticing the reticent laughter of the audience and his father while Timmy continues to wail away. Thinking quickly Junior grabs hold of the boy’s arm and whips him through the ropes to the concrete floor allowing himself precious time to recover.

Junior: Desp… desperate low blow by the… huff.., Monster of Mayhem to counter Geno’s magnificent technical skills, but he’s still in it. How he managed to recover so quickly is beyond me. He truly is a man of steel!

Shaken but not stirred, Timmy ambles gingerly to his feet climbing back onto the ring apron. He is summarily assisted by Junior’s hand which grabs a firm hold of his curly red hair and pulls him through the ropes and back into the ring. Grabbing the boy’s arm he whips him into the ropes. Ducking, well, leaping over an attempted clothesline Junior catches him on the rebound and hoists him high overhead and in a display that would otherwise be awe inspiring were it to be performed with a grown man Geno begins to gorilla press the youngster for reps, counting along with those of the crowd not busy throwing objects into the ring or jeering..

Junior: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20-21-22-23-24-25…

Finally coming to a stop Gene Jr. unceremoniously drops his opponent to the canvass and drops to a single knee posing for the camera flexing his biceps while sticking his tongue out to the angrily buzzing swarm.

Junior: Twenty five repetitions, of all the ungodly displays of monstrous power, is there an end to this man’s incredible ability? That’s a new world record and the match isn’t even over yet!

While Junior drops to the mat for a round of one armed push-ups he fails to see the co-owner of the SCW, Mark Ward making his way to ringside.

Simone: Or maybe it is.

Mark instructs the time keeper to sound the bell before turning to make his way again to the back. The bell sounds promoting a round of cheers from the crowd and interrupting Junior’s display of arrogance with a bemused expression. Climbing back to his feet he notices the silhouette of the co-owner parting through the curtains. His mind scrambles for a suitable explanation and he announces,

Junior: Ladies and gentlemen this contest has been ordered to be stopped by the co-owner of the SCW on account of my greatness threatening to transcend the confines of this arena. The sheer domination of a previously undefeated opponent coupled with a jaw dropping display of power, speed, and intelligence by the face of the SCW proved to be too much for even a man of his experience! But it’s all good because I’ll be back soon for another display of greatness with the luckiest woman in the world, my partner Amy Marshall and Amy; if you’re a good girl Santa may just let you touch his muscles!




Ben Jordan walks on to the screen, wearing his wrestling gear. A wide smile crosses his face as he moves towards the curtain. He stops as he hears Stoner Scott Oliver calling him.

Stoner: Ben dude! Wait up

Ben stops and turns around

Ben: Alright geezer, what's happening?

Stoner: Dude, I have been looking for you, and I bumped in to the other English guy looking for you.

Ben looks confused.

Stoner: Simon! That guy, I saw him.

Ben: Oh Jonesy, diamond geezer.

Stoner: Yeah, I told him I was looking for you.

Stoner nods with a smile on his face. Ben puts his hands outs, encouraging Stoner to continue, but Stoner stares blankly.

Ben: Well...

Stoner: Oh yeah, I wanted to say what an awesome name Team Bong is! How did you come up with that?

Ben smiles and scratches his head.

Ben: Totally at random.

Stoner: Cool, cool. Hey, can I do one of those things Simon mentioned?

Ben: What?

Stoner: An intercourse thing.

Ben: You mean interview?

Stoner: Yeah! That's it!

Ben sighs in relief.

Ben: Thank Christ for that!

Stoner nods.

Stoner: Are you gonna kick Andrew Garcia's ass for spitting at you?

Ben: You get to be the one to hear of it first hand, because I've kept my gob shut. Andrew Garcia is a relative new guy when it comes to wrestling, but Andrew Garcia needs to start using his head a little more. The plonker needs to see what he's just done and understand that in this biz, everything you do will come back and bite ya on the arse, everything.

Stoner: Will you be looking for retribution?

Ben: You just asked that.

Stoner: I did?

Ben: You did, but look, the geezer don't have the stones to get in the ring with me, but if he ever grows some, I won't be too hard to find.

Stoner: You're like minutes away from your match, any thoughts?

Ben: Yep, thinking I must stop Jamie Dean from taking the piss and grabbing me jacksy. You love the camera son, love to run the gob like you're Usain Bolt, but listen closely. Your words don't make ya a winner. Now I had a feeling I'll be facing him, but this is gonna be a harsh debut for Jamie Dean. The Cockney King, came to win. Sorry Jamie, you're shit outta luck tonight mate.

Ben looks at Stoner

Ben: Right, I better get cracking. This was fun. Laters.

Ben walks off the camera and towards the curtain.




Justin: Our next match is an opening round match in the Blast from the Past tournament! Introducing first! from Ottowa, Ontario weighing 128 pounds, VIXEN!

The throbbing beat of Emphatic's 'Bounce' is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Justin: Her tag team partner is from Los Angelas, California, …..he is 169 from...from the waste down..great. He is Jamie Dean!!

The lights dim and the heavy beat of "Satisfaction" by Benny Bena

i begins playing across the sound system and the crowd starts clapping along. As the lights return, they find Jamie Dean on his hands and knees, twerking his backside, facing away from the crowd. Jamie then jumps to his feet and calls out to the crowd with his arms held wide. He is wearing dark shades, a black color and hot pink bow tie, black vest lined in hot pink and matching loose pants. Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes. He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. Jamie turns his back to the crowd, and with his hands behind his head, he begins twerking his butt off. He then steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them. He removes his shades and then begins to sway his upper body, sliding his vest off. He points to all corners of the building, and whichever side draws the most cheers, Jamie whips his pants off to reveal his trunks. He whirls his pants in the air over his head while grinding his pelvis towards the crowd, before tossing the pants to the outside, ready to begin the match.

Justin: And their opponents! First from FoShan, China, weighing 130 pounds ... SONG!!

FoShan Theme Song Starts to play we see song and Orchid walking down the ramp. They get half way down and pause. They both bow and then proceed to walk to ringside. They both jump get land on the apron. they both put there hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see song and Orchid bowing to the fans. Orchid than turns to her partner, bows and leaves the ring.

Justin: Her tag team partner is from London, England, weighing 220 pounds ... BEN JORDAN!!

The opening chords to Alter Bridge's "I Know It Hurts" starts to blast through the speakers and the lights in the arena drop down slightly. Flashing blue lights hit the entrance ramp as cheers emulate from the fans. Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd. Ben nods his head to the sound of the music, looking around with an approving smile. Ben walks down the ramp, quickly sliding in the ring and looking around at the crowd, waiting for the match to start

Simone: This match is going to have two interesting match ups, only with THIS tournament could you find these four fighters sharing the same ring.

Adams: Yeah and sadly the ladies are not starting this time.

Jamie steps forward whistling at Ben Jordan who does not seem impressed. Jamie starts moving quicking from left to right as he moves in closer to Ben. Ben tries to lock up but Jamie spins away from it and tries to goose Ben Jordan.

Adams: Jamie Dead appears to have more on his mind then wrestling Ben.

Simone: I can relate….

Ben tries to grab Jamie again but he spins to the left this time and is able to grab Jodran’s ass. Jordan turns right around and hits Jamie Dean with a forearm that knocks the colorful fighter off his feet. The crowd loves it. Jamie is up quicker than Ben was expecting and whips him into the ropes. Ben counters with a right hook that Jamie moves under, turning it into a O’Connor roll with a quick pin after.

1…

Kick out

Simone: Jamie tried to sneak a victory

Adams: Or maybe he was just trying to sneak more time with Ben’s butt…

Simone: Either way it didn’t work...and it looks like Ben doesn’t like having Jamie mess around like this.

Ben is up quick and locks up with Jamie. This time Dean can’t get out of it, Ben gets behind him and hits a belly to back suplex. Both men up quick again! The crowd is really getting into it. Ben whips Jamie into the ropes and tries for a lariat but Jamie gets under it. Ben spins around just in time to get hit with a low kick that brings him to his knees. Jamie bounds back for the ropes and tries to hit Ben with a shining wizard that Jordan rolls away from. Both men stand slowly looking one another over.

Simone: Well that was a brilliant display of athleticism.

Adams: and of the art of not finishing moves.

Both Ben and Jamie look in their corners then at eachother. Ben shrugs and walks for Vixen tagging her in. Jamie heads back to his corner willingly but Song does not wait for him. She sees Vixen running her way and charges after. Vixen goes low trying for a spear that Song leaps over. Both women turn to face each other. Vixen goes at Song again this time trying to hit her with a high kick that Song blocks, returning the favor with a kick of her own that Vixen counters into an enziguri.

Adams: Vixen showing she is not afraid to mix it up with the karate! Hi yah! Thats what I am talking about.

Simone: You have no idea what your talking about…

Adams: I just dig ladies who kick.

Vixen is on Song as she tries to get up and locks her up, than brings her back down with a drop toe hold. Vixen tries to turn the hold into an ankle lock but Song is too quick catching Vixen in a head scissor lock that quickly turns into a submission hold. Vixen powers out of it, lifting Song up and slamming her to break the hold. She staggers back as Song gets up quick.

Simone: I think Vixen got rattled with how quickly that turned south.

Song is on the offensive. She locks up with Vixen and whips her into the corner. Song follows that up with a yakuza kick that sends Vixen to her knees. Song leaps onto the nearest rops and does a springboard kick that has Vixen hitting the canvas hard. The crowd gives Song a decent pop for the move even if Vixen has been getting big support so far.

Adams: Song is looking pretty quick out there.

Simone: And aggressive, you can tell she is really looking for the victory.

Song leaps over the fallen Vixen and runs up the turnbuckle ready to try a high flying moonsault but Vixen somehow gets her knees up just in time. Song rolls off Vixen in pain and Vixen heads for her partners corner.

Adams: And just like that we are back to the dudes.

Simone: I think Vixen was looking for some time to regroup.

Adams: Getting kicked in the face can do that to a person.

Dean and Jordan are back in, Dean with a big grin on his face. This time he is offering to lock up with Ben, who takes him up on the offer but quickly brings him down with a half nelson suplex. Building off that momentum he runs for the ropes and does a low drop kick on Dean as he tries to get up. Ben is up on his feet first, catching Dean from behind he hits a rolling german suplex. He tries for another and hits it but when he goes for the third Dean is ready with a quick elbow. Then Jamie Dean gets Ben nipple with his other hand and twist.

Simone: Did he just twist his nipple?

Ben is surprised enough to let go but once he realizes what happened he is angry. He charges at Jamie but Dean reverses it throwing Ben into the corner and following that up a stinger splash. Jamie takes a step back blowing Ben a kiss. Jordan charges after him but Jamie counters again turning it into a scoop slam.

Adams: I guess the way to really piss Ben off is to mess with his nipples

Simone: Well Jamie is using that anger against Jordan pretty well right now.

Jamie is up first but Ben is not far behind him. Jamie tries for a super kick that Ben catches and turns into a dragon screw. Both men up quick but Ben is taking the offensive now. He hits Jamie with a forearm smash, than a back hand chop followed up with a headbutt for good measure. The audience cheers as Dean gets driven back into the corner. Pulling Dean to his feet he tries for a suplex but Jamie gets a knee shot in and pulls off a snap suplex.

Adams: What is he doing now?

Simone: Is that man twerking?

Sure enough Jamie Dean is twerking over Ben right as he tries to hit a standing moonsault that Ben rolls away from. Ben then gets on top of Dean and tries for the crossface getting the move locked in.

Simone: Twerking is not going to help much against Crossing Jordan.

Jamie seems concerned for the first time tonight as he struggles against the hold pushing himself to reach the ropes as his face gets read.

Adams: No, but he does get a leg up.

The referee gets Ben to drop the hold but Jordan looks frustrated. Ben drags Jamie to his feet but Jamie breaks the hold shoving Ben back. He then rolls out of the way of Ben and runs for his partner getting the tag in. Jamie blows Ben a kiss before getting in his corner.

Simone: Song and Vixen are back in the spot light.

Song steps out of her corner while Vixen tries to calm Ben down who is not very happy with how that exchange played out. Ben does go to his corner and when Vixen turns around Song is waiting. Song bows and then strikes, spinning with a round house kick. Vixen falls to her knees and Song is quick behind her. She pulls her up only to bring her down into a tiger suplex.

Adams: Out of nowhere Song is trying for the pin.

1…

2..Kickout

Simone: Vixen was able to get out of that but Song has her on guard.

Song waits for Vixen to get up. Song tries for another kick but Vixen catches it, sweeping the other leg and trying to lock in an ankle lock. Song twist out of it and rolls away, but Vixen is not letting up. She goes for the nearest rope hitting a flying clothesline. She take a moment to get up, so does Song. The crowd is cheering both fighters on. Vixen is trying to pull Song up but with a sudden burst of movement Song knees Vixen then gets behind her with a sleeper hold.

Simone: That is the Song of Pain, if she gets this locked in Vixen is not going to have anywhere to go.

Vixen struggles against the hold but already the effects can be seen on her face. She pushes to get to her partner but it looks like she is fading. She falls to her knees but still pushes to the corner, she is almost there when she stops pushing. She weakly fights against the hold but then taps out.

Adams: Song has won this one for her team, taking out a triple championship holder.

Simone: Song looked scary out there, I would be worried if I was standing in her way next week.

Jamie comes out from behind his rope doing a victory dance, but Song is mostly concerned with Vixen and making sure she is ok. She goes allow the referee to hold up her hand in victory once it is clear Vixen is fine.




Landon Axel walks through the hallway holding a plastic cup filled with coffee, brimming from ear to ear, he pushes the door open and stops halfway through the doorway. Lucian Frost stands there all sweaty and breathing heavily, he holds a pack of ice to his neck with the SCW Tag Team Championship in the other, Lucian lets out an outbreath laugh before having a coughing fit. Landon smiles.

Landon Axel: Congratulations on your win this week.. Oh wait, sorry. You didn’t win did you

Lucian nods his head in reluctance.

Lucian Frost: I would congratulate you on your win, but you didn’t do hardly anything, it was all Jessie Salco’s doing. Kind of like your partnership with Ethan, you do hardly anything and pick up the spoils, most people have the odd one friend who hangs on to you like a bad smell. You’ll think of it and realise that you don’t have one, that’s because, Landon, it’s you!

Landon takes a step forward, jerking his head down so the two are nose to nose, Lucian just smiles with Landon getting more infuriated

Landon Axel: I saw on twitter that Mark, Christian and Erik are contemplating a slight change in the Blast from the Past Tournament, maybe you should step up to the plate and actually do something in a tournament. How did those go for you in the NWA?

Lucian’s smile drops.

Landon Axel: Losing twice to a woman I believe?

Lucian drops his icepack.

Lucian Frost: If the owners want to throw me in then that is fine, because I’m sure I’ll do more in it than you’ll ever do, I’m a two time tag, inaugural roulette champion and that is off my own doing. Perhaps growing a backbone and actually pulling your own weight, you’ll be able to boast accolades like me one day.

Landon has had enough as he hits Lucian in the face with the cup of steaming coffee, Lucian drops the championship and stumbles against the wall with his hands holding his face, Landon picks up the Tag Team Championship and readjusts his hold to grasp the main plate. Lucian moves his hands away slightly blinded, Landon takes a few steps forward and with all his might slams the main plate of the belt against Frost’ cranium, Lucian falls to the ground with a mighty wallop. Landon mounts Frost and begins to punch the forehead of the fallen champion, blood begins to treacle down the face of Frost, referee’s and backroom trainers rush onto the scene and pulls Axel off him. Trainers check on Frost, who’s face is a crimson mess, he sits up looking at Landon with a sadistic smile as a referee hands him his championship belt as the scene fades.




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A chant starts up in the arena between matches. It starts off strong and builds quickly. Soon the whole place is calling out PARTY HORDE! A spot light starts to scan the audience as the chant builds until it finds Karina Koji, dressed in purple and black hanging out with a group of people wearing Party Horde shirts. She has a microphone in one hand, a bottle of rum in the other.

Karina: Tell me San Francisco...are you entertained?!?!

The crowd gives her a big pop and for a moment the sound seems to be almost too much for her. She closes her eyes until the noise goes down to a dull roar and then she talks again.

Karina: Well I am glad to hear it...I worry about you fans. I often think of you and worry if you are entertained. So many here are either boring in the ring...or boring outside the ring. So many here are just like so many others...I worry for you fans while the Horde was away. My brother is dumb as rocks and a mess in the ring but he kept things interesting, no?

Karina then stands up taking a swig of rum and turning around to face the vast majority of the audience.

Karina: WHAT IS INTERESTING NOW?

Some in the crowd cheer and others seem confused by her sudden intensity. Soon enough Karina’s face softens as she lowers her voice.

Karina: I won’t even address the men in this division because I don’t have much use for men. Some are good, some are not, and almost all of them are boring. But lets look at the ladies, the so called bombshells. Most of these girls, I can’t even remember. I need visual help.

A picture of the Mean Girls come onto the screen. They get a mixed response from the audience.

Karina: Now these girls are funny. I want to smack them of course but in good ways, but in the ring...meh not so much.

A picture of Misty and Vixen show up. The crowd gives both the ladies a good pop.

Karina: Oh man...now here are two fighters you can’t help but admire yes. I look forward to a day where I can prove myself in the ring with these two. Now don’t be thinking I am joining their little club NXT, but I would be fool to call these women weak.

Necra’s picture pops up on the monitor.

Karina: Oh no! Run in fear! Bow before the queen of death and spooky things...Oh wait. No, sorry, she is not a god, just a crazy person. And I should know crazy. I know how it smells and that one reeks of it. Or if she is a god, she is a very sad little god, maybe someday I will take that throne from her.

Next is a picture of Amy Marshal who gets some boos from the crowd, the strongest jeers coming from the Party Horde section.

Karina: Wait...I have no idea who that is. Next.

The crowd laughs at a picture of Mercedes Vargas. Karina frowns at her face. She is about to talk when “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 starts up and Mercedes herself shows up on the ramp. She starts to walk down the ramp as the Party Horde section starts a “Boring” chant. Adjusting the Bombshell Roulette Championship over her shoulder, Mercedes doesn't even acknowledge the hecklers in the front row section as she maintains her laser like focus on the ring. She goes up the steps on the far side of the turnbuckle and walks along the ring apron, stops to glance back at the crowd and, after placing her title on the edge of the canvas, enters the ring through the middle and bottom rope. As her music keeps playing, she faces the crowd and raises her title in the air to resounding boos before placing it over her shoulder and turning now to Karina, who isn't impressed at all by the champion as her entrance music fades.

Karina: Why are you here, Vargas? I am trying to entertain the…

Mercedes: Entertain who? These idiots in San Francisco?

Mercedes turns to the outside of the ring and gestures to a nearby stagehand. Walking towards the ring ropes, she grabs the microphone handed to her and speaks into it, pointing to the crowd.

Mercedes: Entertain who? These idiots in San Francisco? Oh, OK. Yeah, laugh along. Laugh it up with Karina. Laugh along with Karina. Please, sweetheart. Your jokes, they don't make me want to laugh, they make me cry, and not in a good way either. Maybe it's because we have different taste. (gesturing to herself, then to Karina) I have mine, and you have none. I'm glad I interrupted "happy hour" because this...

She circles her hand in a wide arc towards the fans.

Mercedes: This is going nowhere fast. Now, I'm not quite sure if that's you talking or the alcohol...

The crowd boos

Mercedes: but if you got something to say to me, don't be shy. Why don't you come on in here AND SAY IT TO MY FACE!

Karina shrugs and starts to make her way down the ring. She hands the bottle of rum to one of her fans and climbs over the barrier. A loud PARTY HORDE chant starts up as she gets into the ring with the microphone.

Karina: What I have to say to you? That is simple. You are insult to that belt. That belt has been worn by too many real fighters to have it spoiled by pretenders like you. The Roulette Belt should be the greatest prize a fighter strives for but it can’t be with boring, little girls with no talent running around. And also…

Mercedes: No talent? Did I hear that right? Did she just tell me that?

She turns and holds the mic to the audience which answers with "Yes!" chants. Mercedes laughs into the microphone before she lowers it and turns away from Karina for a moment or two before she raises the microphone again.

Mercedes: I'd rather be boring than coming in here smelling like booze. How the hell did you even get through security? Oh, wait, they were probably off on their coffee-and-doughnut break, right? I'm thinking SCW should see about their hiring practices because it's waaaaaaay overdue.

She talks away from the microphone, offering a noncommittal shrug.

Mercedes: Look, I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for money, I can tell you that I don't carry it around, I usually go with plastic. But what I do have is the Bombshell Roulette Championship: a championship that I have claimed twice now. And that should tell you everything you need to know that I am far...from...boring.

Mercedes pushes her index finger against Karina's chest after each word, almost taunting her.

Mercedes: You want to sit there and question my wrestling, honey, we can do this right now and I can show you what "boring" is all about.

The crowd seems into it and starts chanting Karina's name. She smiles big at the response she is getting. Then the smile is gone suddenly.

Karina: If I fought sober little girl, I would kill me. Once the words fade and the speeches are done, you will thank me for drinking while kicking assets. You don't want to meet me sober. So what do you think Horde, is it a fight you want?

She then turns to the audience who cheers loudly. They seem to want it and Karina spins around soaking up their energy before turning back to Mercedes.

Karina: We could fight right now but what if I break you right here in this ring. Is that really the fight they want? Nah. I think they want us in a match, roulette rules. I don't even care if you have the belt, I will face you either way. Then you can learn just...who...I...am.

Karina looks like she is about to poke her in the chest as well but instead points to the belt whispering....

Karina: You try to hold onto to that thing long enough for me to take it OK, sweetie?

Mercedes cracks a smile at Karina's challenge before she looks dead set in her eyes.

Mercedes: Oh, I intend to, Esmeralda. But as for our match, you best bring all the beer you want, bring all the bottle of rum in your cabinet. Matter of fact, you're going to need to bring a keg for this one. I hope you get wasted...

Mercedes closes in on the space between them and leans into her face.

Mercedes: Because you're going to need to be so drunk so as not to feel the ass kicking that I'm going to put on you.

As “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” plays again, Mercedes drops her microphone, never once breaking contact with Karina as they engage into an intense stare down that last for a heartbeat before they both make their exits.

Simone: Could we be possibly seeing a match between Mercedes and Karina in the near future?

Adams: After that exchange, I think that's a definitive yes. In any event, I think Mercedes may have bigger things to worry about.

A graphic is shown of tonight's main event between Mercedes and Necra Octavian Kane for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

Simone: That's right, Jason. Mercedes vows that she will still be the Bombshell Roulette Champion after tonight, but the question is will she?

Adams: We're going to find out right here tonight on Climax Control. The Bombshell Roulette Championship is on the line in our main event: The resilient champion Mercedes Vargas takes on the determined challenger in Necra Octavian Kane.




Backstage, Giani Di Luca is seen walking through the halls with the Heavyweight Championship propped up on his shoulder, over his Italian Stallion white hooded jacket. He looks less than pleased as he sees the faces of the roster watching him as he passes. Some look pleased with the outcome of last weeks Main Event, while others give him a look of pity. He simply keeps his head bowed as he walks past them, nearly running right over Pussy Willow standing with a microphone in her hand. Giani takes a deep breath as he steps back a pace, looking at her as if he were not happy with the interview opportunity.

PW: Giani! Just the man I was looking for. I was wondering if…

Giani: … you could get a few words about what happened last week? Look, it’s still kinda a sore subject. Do you mind if…

PW: It would just take a few moments, and the fans would really like to hear from their Heavyweight Champion…

Giani sighs in frustration as Pussy smiles hopefully at Giani. Giani sets his duffel bag down on the ground and then lifts his head, removing his sunglasses from his face. He bites at his lip as he adjusts the heavyweight strap on his shoulder.

Giani: Ya know what? Anythin’ for the fans. Last week was bullshit, straight up. Like, seriously… Everybody saw me out there, I was on top of it like true Beast Mode. I should still be in this thing.

PW: So, you are saying that Roxi Johnson and Argento should not advance simply because you feel you were in great shape for this match?

Giani bites onto his bottom lip as he looks over at Pussy. His nostrils flare as he looks back to the camera, showing a bit of anger and regret in his eyes as he does.

Giani: No. I’m sayin’ that I deserve to be in this tournament cause I brought it to them last week. All I heard was this hype for Emma Rose, and I looked back at a couple of her tapes and it seemed about right. But last week, it was almost like she wasn’t even with us. I coulda slayed damn near anybody on the roster if I was given a partner who gave a shit. That’s what I’m talkin’ about, P-Dubz.

PW: So your anger is with Emma Rose?

Giani: Somewhat, yeah. I expected more from a champion, honestly. A promo, maybe? But nothin’… But it ain’t just that, P… See, I made it a point to enter this tournament again this year. I said it a thousand times in my promo, but I wanted to make up for the shitty partner I was last year, and I put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into preparin’ for that match, and even more durin’ the match. Knock me out next round, it’s whatever, but I wanted… no, I fuckin’ NEEDED to make it at least a little further than the first round. But, it’s in the past now, and I gotta move on. Maybe next year, ey? You got ya words, P-Dubz…

Giani slides his sunglasses back on his face as he walks out of the camera’s view. He leaves nothing but a sour taste in Pussy’s mouth as she tries to mutter another word to stop him, but it is too late. She shrugs her shoulders as we fade.




Simone: The Blast from the Past Tournament started last week and from that show four teams have already qualified for the second round alongside the winners of the last match between Vixen and Jamie Dean and Song and Ben Jordan.

Adams: Speaking of Song, her regular tag team partner Orchid is also in the tag team tournament as she is teaming up with Max Burke and that team is up next against former Roulette Champion Jeremiah Hardin and Jade Manedez-Arcador.

Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is a Blast from the Past match scheduled for one fall!

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

"No one knows what it's like
to be the bad man
to be the sad man
behind blue eyes"

Justin: Introducing team number one, first from Dorchester, New Brunswick, weighing in at 220lbs, “Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree” Max Burke!

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

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

He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before lowering the hood off of his head and raising his title in the air for all to see. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and raises his title one more time before handing it over to Ruby. She clutches it close to her chest as she leaves the ring as Max slips off his hooded jacket and hands that over to the referee before leaning up against the ropes and waiting for his tag team partner to be announced.

Simone: Max and Jeremiah have some history together as it was Jeremiah that ended his reign as Roulette Champion before he was put on the shelf by The Saviors.

Adams: That should add some fuel to the fire of this already hot match!

FoShan Theme Song starts to play we see Orchid walking down the ramp without her tag team partner, she gets half way down and pauses before she bows and then proceed to walk to ringside.

Justin: And his partner, from FoShan, China she is one half of the FoShan Bombshells, Orchid!

She then jumps up and lands on the apron. She then puts her hands on the ropes and flips over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see Orchid bowing to the fans.

Simone: Tonight features two matches where we’ll see the FoShan Bombshells compete without their regular tag team partners for the first time tonight.

Adams: Wonder if we’ll see them compete against each other in the next round?

Simone: It’s possible, it’s already happening to Steve Ramone and Cyrus King later on tonight!

Justin: And their opponents!

The tiger roars, and then Soldiers by Otherwise plays and Jeremiah comes out and looks around at the fans.

Justin: First, from Washington, DC, weighing in at 245lbs, “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin!

He then comes down the aisle, fist bumping with the fans, and then he enters the ring and makes the roar and the crowd roars with him, once he’s in the ring Max Burke quickly gets in his face trash talking him apparently still sore over how he lost the Roulette Title, never one to back down Jeremiah returns the trash talk whilst Jasmine St. John tries to restore order and Orchid keeps her distance knowing better than to risk getting hit by accident.

Simone: No love lost between those men!

Adams: I think it’s pretty clear who we’ll see start this match off!

Revolution by Judas Priest hits over the p.a as strobe lighting flickers all around the arena, as Jade appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings and soaks in the boos of the crowd.

Justin: And his partner, from Daytona Beach, Florida, she is “The Bitch of Hardcore” Jade Manedez-Arcador

Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm, by this time Jasmine’s finally restored order and tells the teams to decide who’s going first, a process that lasts about ten seconds as the Bombshells are practically ordered out of the ring leaving the men to start!

Adams: Told you!

Simone: Orchid and Jade are clearly unhappy about this!

Indeed both Bombshells clearly wanted to start the match off themselves and are less than pleased that their partners made the choice for them, once the bell rings Max and Jeremiah charge at each other and start exchanging blows in the middle of the ring to the excitement of the crowd.

Simone: Max has a lot to prove in this match as it’s very likely that he wouldn’t have lost the Roulette Title if it weren’t for his ally at the time Cyrus King!

Adams: If their teams end up meeting in the next round we may see a repeat of this match!

Jasmine tries her best to regain control of the match after she’s rung the bell but the two men aren’t having it instead trading blows like they are the only participants in this match, Orchid can clearly be seen reaching out for a tag as she wants to get in on the action as well but either Max can’t see her or ignores her completely.

Simone: Apparently Max forgot that this is a Mixed Tag Team Tournament!

Adams: And that is odd because he did compete in last year’s tournament!

Eventually the Bombshells get their chance but it’s only after Max Burke rakes Jeremiah’s eyes and whips him to his team’s corner that he does so, whilst Jeremiah is recovering and Max goes over to his corner to wind up a clothesline into the corner their female partners blind tag themselves in and get in the ring, the men don’t notice however as Max charges in only to get backdropped over the top rope and too the floor.

Simone: And the Bombshells are finally in the match!

Adams: Song and Orchid have been shown to use blind tags to their advantage before but this is probably the first time in Orchid’s career that she’s actually had to use a blind tag to finally get involved in a match after being ignored by her partner!

The two Bombshells don’t have to wait long to get involved with each other as Jeremiah springboards to the outside with a Cross Body Block that takes out Max Burke, meanwhile in the ring Orchid and Jade start exchanging some technical moves in the ring to the excitement of the crowd eventually resulting in dueling “LET’S GO ORCHID!” “LET’S GO JADE!” chants.

Simone: The Bombshell Division has always been popular in SCW, almost as popular as the men’s division.

Adams: Speaking of men, Jeremiah and Max are brawling up the ramp did they forget that there’s a match going on?

Simone: I don’t think there coming back, at least they’re not the legal persons in this match!

The two Bombshells notice this too and glance towards Jasmine who shrugs her shoulders pointing out that they weren’t legal so she can’t count them out, realizing that it’s pretty much a one on one match between Jade and Orchid at this point the two Bombshells lock up in the center of the ring before Jade goes for a clothesline only for Orchid to duck under it and kick the legs out from under her with a sweep kick.

Simone: Orchid’s showing off her martial arts expertise here!

Adams: And her agility with that Standing Shooting Star Press!

Orchid goes for the first cover of the match 1….2……kick out by Jade at the count of two, Orchid doesn’t waste time arguing with the ref about it instead picking up Jade and setting her up for a suplex of some kind, however Jade frees her arms and reverses it into a jawbreaker that stuns Orchid long enough for Jade to hit her with a Reverse DDT.

Simone: Reverse DDT by Jade followed by a cover.

Adams: Only a two count!

Unlike Orchid Jade does argue with the ref accusing Jasmine of applying a slow count but Jasmine, as per usual, is having none of it and maintains that her count was fair, Jade shakes her head but before she can continue arguing about the matter Orchid rolls her up from behind 1…..2…..kick out by Jade and as soon as she’s back on her feet she starts laying into Orchid with some stomps!

Simone: If Jade keeps this aggression up her team will advance.

Adams: And Jeremiah will have another victory over Max without realizing it!

Jade eventually lets up but rather than go for a cover she smirks and taunts the crowd before calling out “Jade’s Evolution”!

Simone: She’s going for her Cross Legged Fisherman’s Suplex!

Adams: Otherwise known as Jade’s Evolution!

Jade picks up Orchid and sets her up for her finisher however before she can grab Orchid’s legs Orchid gets out of it and surprises her with a Twist of Fate!

Simone: But she gets hit by the Orchid Drop instead!

Adams: Orchid’s going for a cover!

1…..2……3!!!!

Justin: Here’s your winners, the team of Orchid and Max Burke!

Simone: Well…..that was an interesting match!

Adams: Somebody better find Max and Jeremiah backstage and tell them the match is over!




The scene shows Casey Williams backstage, thinking after last week‘s retirement speech and Andrew Garcia‘s debut loss and is there to support one of the trainers, Ben Jordan. As he is walking towards Ben’s locker room, who does he see but Despayre.

Despayre: Oh my god Casey! You can't retire! Angel says you're not allowed.

Despayre glances at the teddy bear in his hands and nods matter-of-factly.

Despayre: He says if you do, it'll make all the wins I got on you less special.

Casey: It’s ok Despy. There are plenty of other men you can do that to.

Despayre: I know, but it just won’t be the same.

Despayre pouts.

Despayre: Dad says you always made me a better wrestler. The whole david and Goliath thing, but personally that sounds like one of those funny movies dad watches when he thinks nobody else is awake. Fighting you was HARD because Angel made me train harder every time we fought. Sure you never beat me, but you're a good fighter. I guess I'm kinda gonna sorta miss you. Angel says he will too.

Casey: You are now the only one competing from when SCW first opened its doors.

Despayre looks blankly at Casey and blinks.

Despayre: You don't saaaay! Well! Go me! But before I go, cause I kinda gotta go. I was looking for the potty when I saw you. Well...

Despayre quickly runs up and gives Casey a big hug as the scene fades to black.




Backstage, Tessa Flannigan is seen standing at the make up mirror, putting the finishing touches on her eyes. She primps in the mirror for a moment before someone comes up to her and shoves her out of the way. She stares at the person who had the nerve to do such a thing, and she narrows her eyes.

Delia: Z’e ladies who actually appear on television need z’e table now, darling…

Tessa grits her teeth, ready to sink her claws into Delia, only to see Angelica holding a compact case full of powder that she is ready to blow into Tessa’s face, and Holly is leaning against a steel chair, getting ready to fold it up. Delia winks at her as Tessa growls and walks off in a huff. Delia giggles in delight at her response before unpacking her make up back on the table.

Angelica:Can you believe she thought, even for a second, that she could stand up to us?

Holly:Bitches be cray, honey. We’re untouchable around here, but nobody seems to realize that.

Angelica picks up a brush and begins feathering it across her face with a giggle of her own. Holly sets down three clothing bags before bumping her booty into Delia. Delia chuckles and then flicks a brush of eye shadow across Holly’s cheek, causing her to gasp and blink in utter shock.

Holly: Oh bitch, no you didn’t just… MAKE UP FIGHT!!!

Angelica’s mouth widens as she makes the first swipe on Delia’s lips. The ladies begin making colorful swipes at each other’s faces and giggling. Angelica picks up her compact and opens it up, blowing it at Delia, who ducks… just in time for it to go onto Christian Underwood’s jacket. She chuckles as if nothing were wrong.

Holly: Gurrrl, you better be careful!

Angelica: Oh, puh-lease! It isn’t like it’s anyone important… Sorry ‘bout it, Chrissy…

Christian looks down at the powder residue on the front of his designer jacket, then back up at Angelica and Delia who is teetering with giggles at his expense. Christian then shakes his had and walks up toward the mirror, casually reaching into Holly's top and pulling out a tissue, making him (her?) jump back, holding his (her) arms protectively over his (her) bosom and mouth wide open at the audacity.

Christian leans over the back of the makeup chair, all but ignoring the frown on Delia's face as he seems to close for her taste while he wipes off his jacket to the best of his ability.

Christian: You know Angelica, I'd respond to that little statement in kind, but I'd like to think of myself as something of a gentleman.

He then looks up and casually glances back over at Angelica's backside. he then flicks his eyes up to her and shakes his head.

Christian:: Putting on a little weight there, aren't you Ang?

Angelica blinks and her eyes open wide and her face takes a faint flush.

Angelica: Ex-CUSE me!?

Christian:: Why? What'd you do?

Christian stands up straight.

Christian:: You fart?

He looks at Holly.

Christian:: She farted! And in mixed company. Jesus!

He turns back to lean over Delia's shoulder and back to the mirror. Delia, having had enough, whips around at the waist and confronts him in her thick, French accent.

Delia: Do vous mind!?

Christian finishes dabbing at his jacket and gives it a flick, the tissue landing on Delia's lap and she slaps it off.

Christian:: No, it's alright. Trust me.

He pats her on the shoulder, causing her to brush her fingers to wipe his touch off.

Christian:: After all, you need it more than I do.

Delia: E beg your pardon!?

Delia shoots right to her feet, ready to confront Christian and not caring if he is technically in charge or not. Christian, however, all but ignores her for the time being, and instead turns to the transvestite member of the Mean Girls, Holly.

Christian:: Untouchable. Did I hear that correctly? is that what you think of yourselves?

Holly: Honey, I don't think it. I know it.

Christian:: Honey, the only reason the three of you would be considered 'untouchable' is because no man or woman around SCW would be desperate enough to want to touch you in the first place. You...

He walks up to Holly and leans back and to the side, taking him (or her) in and shakes his head with mock pity.

Christian:: Jesus. I don't think even Jamie Dean would be desperate enough to want to lift that skirt.

Holly looks outrages and perhaps ready to take a swing but Christian holds a forefinger up and raises his brow.

Christian:: Do it and those capped teeth will be back in your hotel room before you are!

Holly stalls, exchanging glances with Angelica who Christian turns to next.

Christian:: Hell! Even Mark grew up eventually and decided to stop playing with the same old toys that every other boy and girl in the neighborhood was playing with.

He then turns to Delia who has one hand leaning on the makeup station and looking incredibly bored.

Christian:: But enough about them. Nobody cares anyway. They're like two Siamese twins joined at their boring personalities. You on the other hand...

Delia exhales in a faux sense of exasperation, inspecting her nails.

Delia: Moi?

Christian:: Vous. You and I? I'd like to think we're a lot alike -- except that I'm infinitely better, and hotter.

Delia scoffs.

Delia: Please. E'....

Christian holds up a hand to stall her, cutting her off mid-rant.

Christian:: `Scuse me, Tinkerbell? Why don't you do the opposite thing you do on a date and close those lips?

Christian glances 'down' as Delia clenches her fists.

Christian:: Both sets. Friendly reminder? I know you're French but we are in America. If you're going to go without panties ... wax.

Delia: Vous listen to ME you stuck up...!

Christian:: Oh NO!

And Christian takes his fingers and clamps Delia's lips shut, and she slaps his hand away.

Delia: You do no'n put your `ands on a ladee!

Christian:: Girlfriend, that chick with a dick over there...

He points to Holly.

Christian:: Is more of a 'ladee' than you are! But like I said, enough about them. This is all about you.

Delia turns and begins to primp in the mirror, turning her back on the boss in a show of disdain.

Delia: Everyt'in' usually is. Just get eet over wit' an' get out.

Christian:: Fine. First off, you going to Erik to get a new partner for the tournament? yeah. That was never going to happen. Seriously, it was a struggle enough breaking the news to Ethan of who his partner was going to be.

Angelica: What exactly is that supposed to mean?

Christian glances casually over his shoulder.

Christian:: Was I speaking to you? No? Then hush and maybe later you'll be rewarded with a milkbone.

Christian turns back to Delia who slowly turns around. He smiles.

Christian:: It means that as much as you don't want to team with him, pretty much the entire roster feels the same about you. They think you're ... oh what's the word? ... Bush league.

Delia stands upright from where she was leaning against the table.

Delia: `E am NON...

Christian:: BUT ... this isn't really even about that. No, this is more about last week. And what the three of you did to one of SCW's own. Namely Miss Rocky Mountains.

Almost immediately, the three Mean Girls begin giggling uncontrollably, obviously remembering and thinking back to their attack on the SCW reporter.

Angelica: Yeah! That was pretty fun!

Angelica high-fives Holly and Delia sits down in the makeup chair and lounges back dreamily.

Delia: Oui. `E was pretty proud of dat m'self.

Christian nods with a fake smile plastered on his face.

Christian:: I'm not surprised. What does surprise me is the only one who should be proud is that one over there.

Pointing again at Holly.

Christian:: Because he had the good sense not to lay a hand on Rocky. Whether he's pretending to be a girl or not, he's still a man and it would have been the end of him here in SCW.

Angelica rolls her eyes.

Angelica: Like you could do that.

Christian:: Try. Me!

He says in a now dangerous tone.

Christian:: If you Three Stooges want to attack a wrestler, you're risking your own skin because eventually, it'll blow up in your Mabeline masked faces. But the staff, reporters, referees and the like? They are OFF LIMITS!

Delia: Or what?

Christian turns back to her.

Christian:: Or I'll personally suspend you and ban you from all SCW appearances. You're already in things deep enough, paying for her medical bills.

Delia: What do you mean `E am paying for `er medical bills! `E certainly am...

Christian:: Consider yourself fined, Delia! Her bills? Coming out of YOUR wages! Pull another stunt like that again? Next time it's a suspension, and these two?

He jets a thumb at Angelica and Holly.

Christian:: They'll never set foot in an SCW event ever again! And if they try to sneak in, I'll have their asses arrested and hauled off for trespassing quicker than Holly can tuck herself!

Holly: You can't do that!

Angelica: Yeah! Mark will put a stop...!

Christian:: Mark already agreed to everything I just said!

Angelica looks at Holly, then at Delia, clearly caught off guard by THAT little revelation.

Delia: `E don' `ave to do what you zay! In Pari', `E am a princess!

Christian sighs and turns back around to face her, leaning in to get nose to nose with Delia Darling.

Christian:: Well this is America honey! I outrank you. I'm a queen!

Christian then turns and simply walks off, leaving the three Mean Girls stewing.




The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Miss Pussy Willow with Necra. Necra was dressed in her ring gear, ready for her match later in the evening.

Pussy Willow: Thank you for taking the time to speak with me Miss Kane.

Necra: You're welcome Miss Willow.

Pussy Willow: Last week you issued a challenge to Gothika for her title, but she didn't answer it. Are you surprised that she didn't?

Necra looks down and then looks back up at her with her eyes glistening in the bright lights.

Necra: Not at all really. Every time that I've faced her she never was up to snuff if you know what I mean. All I want is an answer from her, so we can settle this. I mean I know I have a chance to get my hands on the Roulette Title tonight, but what does that matter?

Pussy Willow: If you win the Roulette Title here tonight, you will have had it in your hands three times.

Necra: IF? You mean WHEN I win the Roulette title tonight, I will have it three times. I don't plan on losing tonight Miss Willow, because Mercedes isn't what I call "perfect" no matter what type of match she is in.

Pussy Willow: I see. What type of match do you hope will come up tonight on the Roulette Wheel?

Necra laughs, and folds her arms in front of her.

Necra: It doesn't matter what type of match it is. I've climbed ladders, I've scaled cages, I've thrown people into Sarcophagi, and even been placed in one before, I've walked through the fires of hell and back again. Do you really think that it matters what comes up on that wheel? It doesn't. I will beat Mercedes no matter what the match is.

Pussy Willow: You sound confident about your match tonight, and good luck against Mercedes.

Necra: If anyone needs the luck Miss Willow, it's Mercedes...

With that Necra walks off as Pussy Willow watches her walk off.

Pussy Willow: Well back to you guys at ringside.

With that the scene fades out, and goes back to the arena, as the next match gets ready to start.




The bell rings to draw attention back to the six-sided ring where Justin Decent and Drew Patton now stand.

Justin: The following contest is a first round match in the Blast From the Past tournament, and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first! From Parts Unknown, weighing 235 pounds ... welcome the returning Derek Thorne!

A drum solo starts up through the arenas personal address system that is slowly joined by a very familiar guitar rift as Message in Blood by Pantera plays loudly through the speakers. The lights in the arena dim down as Derek Thorne can be seen walking out from behind the curtains, taking centre stage his lifts his arms up in the air. His arms are out stretched are at shoulder height looking out into the crowded arena, Derek drops to his knees. Unclenching his hands he raises them slightly so his open palms are facing the ceiling. As the cameras approach Derek they can see that he is mouthing a quote of some description but it is unknown to the crowd as it is in German. Closing his eyes briefly after he finishes his scripture Derek rolls his head back before getting back up to his feet. Dropping his arms back down to his sides Derek makes his way towards the ring, climbing the steps his wrestling boots clunk against the steel. Entering the ring through the middle and top rope Derek walks around the ring a few times, not encouraging the fans in the slightest.

Adams: I can't believe that we're seeing Derek Thorne in the ring again, after all this time away.

Simone: The Blast From the Past tournament is one of the most prestigious events in Sin City Wrestling and has been luring a lot of people, men and women alike, back for it alone.

Justin: His tag team partner is from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 145 pounds ... Diamond!

The lights turn blue and a huge puffs of glitter start to rain down over the crowd as "Hexes" by BassNectar starts to play over the speakers. A shaft of bright blue light shines down in the center of the ring, and the feminine figure of Diamond descends from above the ring, while spinning slowly, her arms spread wide, an albino boa constrictor draped over he shoulders. She goes to each side of the ring and leans over them, blowing handfuls of crystal dust out to the crowd. She takes the snake from her shoulders and holds it to her face, making kissy faces at it and fluttering her tongue at it as it does the same before she places the snake in a carrying bag in the corner before she leans back against the turnbuckle, all but ignoring her tag team partner and waiting for her opponent to come down to the ring.

Simone: And without the Fallen at ringside with her.

Adams: Who needs Darknyss and Gothika when she has that freaking snake?

Simone: Some might feel comfortable drawing a comparison between.

The audience comes alive with anticipation as “Va Va Voom” by Nicki Minaj plays over the speakers. The ring crew files through the curtains with a cameras around their necks. The song quickly picks up with no sign of anyone until the fender of a pink Corvette slowly drives through the parted curtains. Intrigue is still in the hearts of the fans until Angelica is seen in the passengers seat next to Holly Wood. The car stops for a moment as both are dressed in pink corseted dresses. Angelica has her feet hanging out of the window of the convertible as she yawns, flinging her white purse with pink poodles printed on it over her shoulder. Holly Wood bats her eyelashes at Angelica, flipping her blonde Barbie tail over her shoulders. Angelica mimics this motion, lightly brushing her Nicki Minaj style brunette wig over one shoulder, looking at her long pink nails before Holly accelerates forward, revealing a rhinestone “Barbie” logo on each side of the car.

Simone: How accurate… a bunch of self-absorbed beauty queens, dyed and primped…

Adams: Or possibly a nod to The Plastics of Mean Girls?

Simone: I’ve never seen that movie, and I am a woman… Not only have you seen it, but you are apparently referencing it?

Adams: GUIIIIIILLLLLLLLLTYYYYYYYY!

As the car slowly comes through the curtains, we see Delia standing on the back seat, her blonde hair with pink highlights cascading down her shoulders to her waist, one side tucked behind her ear to show off a long golden tassled earring that drops down to just above her shoulder. There is a guy next to her with light brown hair, hugging onto her waist, with a white cardigan wrapped around his neck over a light blue dress shirt. She is wearing a form fitting red sequin dress that drops down to the seat, and ruffles out so much that it seems to spill over the sides of the convertible. She has her lips painted in a bubble gum pink, and her eye lashes are painted in an exaggerated fashion over her eyebrows. She looks around and closes her eyes, showing off the biggest, bluest of eyes painted over her eyelids. While the audience wants to boo these ladies, the beauty coming from Delia seems to minimize the booing this time around. She raises her hand in the air, cupped, and begins waving like a Disney Princess as the car drives once more, down the ramp. Delia smiles sweetly as they come to the head of the ring, slowly turning.

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Paris, France, by way of Miami, Florida… standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is… Delia!

Simone: Oh great… they are coming this way.

Adams: I know! Isn’t it great?! *Squeal*

The car drives slowly by as the three ladies wave, and the man continues smiling with an arrogant look on his face. Once they have made it back to the ramp, Holly stops the car. Holly and Angelica exit the vehicle, as does the man in the back seat. He pulls down the seat and then he picks Delia up as she acts like a statue. He places her on the apron of the ring, and she rips the bottom portion of her dress off to reveal a red sequin bottom and matching wrestling boots. She flings the wrap around her like a cape as she gets inside of the ring. The boos begin to pour in as Delia waves them in, laughing at their detest. She stops in the empty ring and slowly turns, leaning against the turnbuckle as her “Ken” lifts her onto the turnbuckle where she rests, waiting for her tag team partner to arrive while listening to the pep talk from Angelica and Holly.

Justin: Introducing Delia's tag team partner! From London, England, weighing 252 pounds, one-half of the Guns For Hire ... Ethan Brody!

“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, a spotlight shines upon the entrance as Ethan Brody steps out to a chorus of cheers, he shows little expression on his face as he walks down the aisle and leaps onto the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and walks over to the ropes to acknowledge the crowd by lifting his arms up. The music plays as the referee checks his boots waist and knuckles for foreign objects before it fades away.

Adams: Look at the look on Delia's face. She's not happy that the bosses wouldn't let her switch partners.

Simone: Apparently she wanted someone more 'pleasing' but it's the luck of the draw sweetheart. Deal with it.

EMF's "Unbelievable" quickly blares across the gymnasium's sound system! All the heads of the combatants inside of the ring turn toward the entrance as SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with cheers and fanfare.

Simone: Now one has to wonder what exactly Christian is doing out here.

Adams: Maybe he didn't get his fill of laying into thee Mean Girls?

Twirling a house mic in his fingers like a baton, Christian starts down towards the ring, slapping some hands along the way. Arriving at the ringside area, Christian looks out around at the fans who are cheering for his appearance. He smiles briefly before he then climbs up the steps and once on the ring apron, he pauses to look out to the fans before stepping between the top and middle rope. All four wrestlers are watching him closely, not knowing what to expect from Christian who first looks at the team of Ethan and Delia, and then at Diamond and Derek. He raises his eyebrows and brings the mic up.

Christian: yeah, um... listen I'm sorry for coming out here and interrupting before this match can even officially get kicked off. Trust me, no offense is intended. I just wanted to wish you luck.

He motions towards the team of Ethan and Delia. he turns to Derek and Diamond.

Christian: And you as well. Oh! Before I forget!

Christian turns to Angelica, Holly and, of course, Delia's living 'Ken doll'.

Christian: You three?

He jets a thumb, pointing toward the back.

Christian: Out!

The crowd immediately cheers and Delia and her entourage appear to be confused. Christian takes a single step forward to emphasize his point.

Christian: You heard me! Larry! Moe! Curly! Gather up your fake tans and fake boobs -- I'm talking to you Angelica -- and leave the ringside area NOW!

The crowd ignites in even louder cheers as Angelica and Holly immediately start to protest as the ever-arrogant Delia simply folds her arms over her bosom and shakes her head in refusal.

Simone: Unbelievable! He's kicking Delia's people out of the ringside area!

Angelica, and by now, even Delia, begin verbally arguing but Christian pulls the mi away from Delia's grabby hands and points a finger right in her face.

Christian: Do I look like this is up for negotiations? If you're going to advance in this event, you're doing in without their help! You're...

But Delia quickly sticks her hand up in Christian's face, 'talk to the hand', cutting him off and the crowd starts booing!

Adams: Oh that took balls!

There is a brief stare down between Christian and Delia as a smug Angelica rubs Delia's shoulder.

Christian: Okay, you're really pushing it ... bitch.

Delia's eyes go wide at the derogatory name and the crowd again cheers.

Christian: You work for me. They...

He points at Angelica and Holly.

Christian: They don't. So I'm giving you a choice. They leave the area -- or the building! Permanently!

The crowd cheers and the Mean Girls begin screaming at him but now it's Christian who gives Delia the 'Talk to the hand', cutting her off!

Christian: You want to push me? Fine!

Christian turns to the official of the match, Drew Patton.

Christian: Drew? If those three stooges don't get out of here by the time I count to ten...

He points to Diamond and Derek.

Christian: Then they win automatically!

The crowd cheers and Diamond and Derek both look quite pleased by this pronouncement. Ethan, however, does not! Christian turns to him.

Christian: I am sorry Ethan. In more ways than one! Especially for you getting saddled with this little French tart for a partner, but I've had it! They leave, or your team loses!

And Christian immediately begins to count to the fans' cheers!

Christian: One! ... Two! ... Three! ...

And without warning, Ethan turns and grabs Holly and throws her, I mean 'him' out through the ropes and to the floor! The crowd cheers and Angelica and Delia look flabbergasted at the daring act! Ethan then turns to the 'Ken doll' who grabs Brody's arm and Ethan turns and decks him, knocking him off the apron!

Adams: Whooooaaa!!!

Simone: Look at Ethan! He doesn't want to lose this match because of his partner refusing to do things for herself!

Christian: Four! ... Five! ...

Ethan stomps up and gets in Delia's face and the 'Mean Girl' co-founder cringes and backs into the corner under his shouting and glare and Angelica begins to reluctantly step out through the ropes!

Christian: Six! ... Seven! ... Eight! ...

Holly begins to get to his feet as Angelica grabs him/her by the arm and drags him along with her, back up the aisle! 'Ken doll' gets to his feet, woozy from the shot and holding his chin, and staggers off after them as Delia stomps her feet in the ring like a child having a tantrum!

Adams: I'd say she's about to wet her panties ...

Simone: But she's not wearing any.

Without realizing it, Christian climbs out of the ring and her own partner, Ethan steps out onto the apron. Delia is watching her friends retreat and continues screaming as the bell rings.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And Diamond dashes up behind her and rolls her up into an inside cradle!

1.....
2.....
Delia squirms free!

Simone: Oh now THAT would have been embarrassing!

Delia scrambles to her feet and already tries to get toward her corner but Diamond grabs her from behind in a full nelson, preventing it. Delia shrieks as Diamond digs her fingers into Delia's hair and begins using it as a handle to whip her opponent from side to side.

Simone: Well we all knew that Diamond was never one to shy away from breaking a rule or two.

Adams: yeah but she needs to be more careful. Her fingers might get stuck in all that hairspray that Delia uses.

Delia tries to use her feet to reach for the ropes to get the hold broken, but Diamond simply pulls her right back and tightens the hold, trying to make the co-founder of the Mean Girls give in. Delia then seeks solace by using her feet to walk right up the corner and starts crying for Drew to make Diamond break the hold.

Simone: Is she kidding?

Drew taps Diamond on the shoulder and tells her to do just that and Diamond rolls her eyes and simply lets go -- and Delia plummets and smacks the back of her head on the canvas.

Adams: That was a dumb move -- and looks who this is coming from.

Diamond laughs and makes a cover on Delia.

1.....
2.....
Delia is close enough to get a leg on the bottom rope, breaking the count.

Diamond stands up and she immediately starts laying in the boots to Delia who is trying to shield herself, curling up, but to little avail. Delia grabs the ropes and tries to drag herself from the ring but Diamond snatches her by the foot and drags her right back in, riding her stylish dress up.

Simone: I can not believe that woman is actually competing in an outfit like that!

Adams: I can't believe you were right about the underwear thing! Where's my Sharpie so I can make one of those funny censor dots!?

Diamond grabs a handful of Delia's hair and drags her up to her feet, then runs her into the top rope and flings her harshly back to the canvas.

Adams: You know you're annoying when you've worked one of the Fallen's nerves!

Diamond stalks her as Delia scoots back into a corner, reaching blindly and hoping for the tag. She scrambles to her feet and turns around -- and finds herself facing Derek Thorne.

Simone: Wrong corner sweetheart!

Delia shrieks and stumbles back. She turns around and lunges at Diamond, swinging for a clothesline, but Diamond ducks the blow and answers with her own clothesline, flooring the Mean Girl!

Simone: I do NOT know what Delia was expecting to have happen tonight but I doubt that it was this.

Adams: I think Diamond is enjoying this.

Indeed, Diamond is smiling but she distracts herself and Delia takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring for a breather.

Simone: I think she was expecting a rally from the troops but they're not there this time.

Delia looks around as Drew starts his count.

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

Delia screams for him to stop counting but the official ignores her 'demand' and continues with his given duty.

5...
6...

Having had enough, Diamond climbs through the ropes and drops to the floor and immediately gives chase! Delia takes off running around the ring with Diamond hot on her heels. Delia rolls into the ring and Diamond rolls in after her, which gives Delia the chance to jam a thumb in her opponent's eye, stopping her cold.

Simone: Oldest trick in the book, and Diamond just fell for it.

Delia takes a moment to pause and smile before she drags Diamond to her feet by the hair and rakes her face with the nails on both hands. Diamond clutches at her face and staggers forward and Delia then repeats the gesture but down along Diamond's bare back.

Adams: I'm thinking the referees need to start checking that chick's nails.

Delia grabs two handfuls of Diamond's hair and slowly grates her face across the top rope, causing Diamond to shriek and struggle.

Adams: Rope burn! Nasty!

Delia pushes her into a corner then adds insult to injury by slapping her hard across the face, the 'crack' of the blow sounding like a pistol. She then takes Diamond by the hair again and with a hefty tug, sends her flying across the ring with a hair biel. Delia then begins to strut in a circle in the center of the ring, fluffing her hair and the crowd jeers her actions.

Simone: That woman is not making any friends.

Adams: Even her own partner doesn't know what to make of her.

Delia hurries over and grabs Diamond by the arm and sends her into the near corner with an Irish whip. Delia then runs in and jumps, intending to bring Diamond out with a monkey flip, but Diamond holds onto the ropes and Delia falls back, hitting the back of her head the second time in the match.

Adams: Can you believe the crowd is actually rallying behind Diamond?

Simone: Does that tell you how much the crowd hates Delia Darling?

It takes a moment for Diamond to shake off Delia's assault, but she then lunges for her opponent -- and Delia dives out of the way and tags Ethan! Diamond stops cold and glares at Delia who smiles and waves at her as the fans boo. Diamond fumes and walks back to her corner as Derek steps in, taking her place.

Simone: Diamond was not ready to end her assault on Delia.

Adams: Yeah but now we get to see the return of Derek to the ring! Woo hoo!

And immediately Ethan charges across the ring but Derek drops down and takes him face-first to the mat with a drop toe hold. Derek grabs him straight away into a side headlock and Ethan forces his way to his feet while Thorne retains the hold. Ethan uses the ropes to break the hold, sending Derek into the ropes and the two brutes collide in the center of the ring, but neither budges. Both men then run into the ropes on opposite sides again and again they collide with no real result. Derek then throws a heavy haymaker into Ethan's head, knocking him back several steps.

Adams: Okay now that's effective!

But Ethan shrugs the blow off and throws his own, landing fist to the side of Thorne's head, knocking him back against the ropes. Derek comes back off and throws a fist to which Ethan quickly answers back and a slugfest breaks out right in the center of the ring with the fans loving every minute of it!

Simone: Well did we really expect anything less between these two?

The more experienced Ethan brings a boot up into Derek's midsection, ending the brawl and doubling Thorne over. Ethan then runs off of the far side and comes back with a big boot to Thorne's head, knocking the man over to the mat. Derek rolls toward the ropes to bring himself to his feet but Ethan follows him right in and begins to stomp a mudhole into his sternum, almost knocking Derek out to the floor. Ethan backs off only long enough to break Drew's count, then goes right back in and grabs Derek, bringing him to his feet. Ethan fires him off into the ropes with an Irish whip and swings for a clothesline but Derek ducks, rebounds, and takes Brody off his feet with a spear! The wind is completely driven from Brody's body and Derek makes the immediate cover!

1.....
2.....
Ethan gets the shoulder up.

Derek pulls Brody up by the arm and twists him limb into an arm wringer, jerking and twisting, working him over. Ethan then manages to counter with a reversal, twisting Derek's arm around and over into an overhead armlock. Ethan uses his boot to trip Derek down to the canvas, retaining the armlock, but Derek rolls through and reverses it, pinning Ethan face-first on the mat in a hammerlock.

Simone: I have to admit I wasn't expecting to see this much actual wrestling between these two.

Adams: Disappointing, isn't it?

Derek drags Ethan up, holding onto the hammerlock, then proceeds to run him shoulder-first into the near corner. Derek grabs him by his bad arm and Irish whips him into the neutral corner, following right in with a hard lariat. Brody stumbles forward and Derek grabs him in a side headlock and gets a running start and plants him face-first into the canvas with a running bulldog. Derek rolls him over and hooks the leg.

1.....
2.....
Ethan kicks out.

Derek backs up few steps and smiles, signaling to the crowd who cheers him on. Ethan gets to his feet slowly and turns around. Derek lashes out for a superkick, but Ethan blocks it and from out of nowhere, brings him over with a Dragonscrew legwhip!

Simone: What a counter by the veteran!

Derek clutches at his knee and Ethan moves in for the kill and he starts stomping on the injured limb. Ethan drags him up and sends him into the ropes and takes Thorne down with a Thesz press and starts raining fists down into Derek's face! Ethan breaks at Drew's count and hauls Derek up to a vertical base. Ethan Irish whips him into the ropes and catches him in a spine buster, flowing right over into a cover and hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Derek gets the shoulder up.

Ethan pulls him up again and picks him up onto his shoulders, going for a front powerslam, but Derek manages to kick himself loose and drop down behind Brody. Derek then scoops him up and lands a belly to back side suplex. Derek slowly rolls over and reaches out, and Diamond tags herself back in! The crowd cheers as Diamond runs across the ring before Delia knows what's happening and grabs her by the hair, trying to drag her inside by force!

Adams: No use screeching like that Darling! Rules are rules! You have to get inside!

The two women engage in a tug of war over the ropes when the crafty Delia drops down off the ring apron, snapping Diamond's throat across the top rope!

Simone: Nice counter there by Delia.

Only then does Delia get into the ring, quickly going to follow up. She grabs Diamond and sends her hard into the corner where she rushes in with a fast dropkick, crashing her feet into Diamond's sternum with nowhere to go. Delia then scoops her opponent up and body slams her down to the mat. Delia runs off the ropes (as best she can in that outfit!) and jumps, landing atop of her opponent with a body splash. Delia hooks the ropes -- as well as a handful of tights.

1.....
2.....
Diamond kicks out.

Delia is immediately on her feet, screaming in Drew's face that it was a three count!

Drew tries to tell her that it was only a count of two but Delia isn't listening and is instead demanding he raise her arm in victory. When that Doesn't work, she demands a faster count next time! Fuming, Delia grabs Diamond and drags her up onto her shoulders and begins the age-old airplane spin.

Adams: They still do this move!?

Around and around Delia spins Diamond, but when Delia goes to dump her off, Diamond holds on and rolls Delia through with Diamond on top for the cover! Drew jumps to make the count!

1.
2.
Delia scrambles free just in time to get her shoulder up!

Simone: What the hell was that!?

Adams: Well Delia didn't say not to count faster on HER too!

Delia rakes Diamond's eyes before she can follow up, and then the Mean Girl points a finger in Drew's face, cursing him out in French. Delia then turns and marches over toward Thorne and begins cursing at him as well. Derek starts to step through the ropes but Delia cries out to Drew and quickly backpedals. Drew intervenes and orders Thorne back out, but this is exactly what Delia wanted as she grabs the diamond necklace from around her throat and wraps it around Diamond's throat (ironic, isn't it?) and uses it to viciously choke her! Ethan starts shouting from his corner as Diamond coughs and gags, struggling but Delia tightens the necklace even more so.

Simone: Turn around Drew! Damn it!

Delia finally stops and quickly tucks the necklace away and rolls Diamond up, grabbing her tights and Drew turns around!

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

Delia screams in frustration and jumps to her feet, shoving the referee!

Adams: Careful!

The necklace falls from Delia's pocket as she reads Drew the riot ac and a now visibly pissed off Diamond snatches it from the mat and she comes up from behind Delia and wraps it around her neck, returning the favor from earlier! Delia's scream is cut off as she struggles and tries to pry the necklace loose but Diamond is stronger and drags her around the ring as Drew tries to intervene! He finally manages to snatch the necklace away and he gets between the two women, and for the second time, Delia shows discretion and runs over to her corner and tags Ethan in!

Simone: Every damn time it looks like Diamond has her, Delia gets out of dodge!

Adams: Well that IS the point of a tag team match, isn't it?

Both men climb inside and Derek rushes past his partner and greets the charging Ethan with a hard knee into the stomach, doubling him over. Derek then hooks his arms in a double underhook and brings him up and over with a suplex! Derek covers him!

1.....
2.....
Ethan kicks out!

Derek twists Ethan's arm once standing and brings him in for a short-arm lariat. Derek drags him up again and repeats the maneuver. Derek then signals to the crowd who cheers the returning superstar on and he begins to climb to the top ... but Ethan gets to his feet and hits the ropes, causing Derek to topple and crotch the corner!

Adams: Coming up after Climax Control -- Derek Thorne as Maria in Sound of Music!

Ethan grabs the vulnerable Derek up onto his shoulders in a Death valley driver position. He brings him from out of thee corner and hits the cutthroat inverted maneuver!

Adams: DOA! This one could be over!

Ethan drags Derek up right away and lifts him up in position for a vertical suplex ... holds him there for several seconds ... then brings him crashing own with the delayed suplex/powerslam, and right into an immediate cover!

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

Adams: And just like that, it's all over!

The bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: The winners of the match, advancing to the Quarterfinals ... Ethan Brody and Delia!

Simone: And will you look at that?

Inside of the ring, Delia pulls her hand away from Drew and raises her own arms with a smug smile and a strut.

Simone: She's acting as if SHE was the one who won for her team!




The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Pussy Willow with Joanne. She holds the Bombshell tag team title over her shoulder. The crowd cheers loudly as Joanne smiles.

Pussy Willow: I'm here with one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions. Thank you for taking your time out for a quick interview Miss Canelli.

Joanne: You're welcome. I try to take time out for my fans and an interview now and again.

Pussy Willow: There have been rumors going around that on Friday night you were in Vegas and got into a fight with a woman from another company. Is there any truth behind it?

Joanne: Actually there is. IWF is in Vegas, and something was said, so my boys and I took matters in our own hands.

Pussy Willow: I see. The papers and tabloids have exploded with pictures of that night, and I have to say it looked wild.

Joanne: It was, but everythin' was solved and we went our separate ways.

Pussy Willow: I see. What about the other rumor?

Joanne: What might that be?

Pussy Willow: The one about you signing with the IWF...

Joanne: There is some truth to it. I've been in talks with the owner Simon De Montfort, but nothin' has actually been determined yet.

Pussy Willow: If you do join with IWF will you stay on with SCW?

Joanne: Of course I will. I am one half of the Bombshell Tag Team and I'm not goin' to let my partner down. Now if you excuse me, I have to go and enjoy the show tonight.

Pussy Willow: Oh of course. Thank you once again Miss Canelli. Back to you guys at ring side.

With that Joanne walks away and the scene fades out and back to ringside.




The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and Ozzy Osbournes’s "This Means War!!" start to blast through the speakers, as red and yellow lights start to flash, the yellow cutting through the red to create a orange effect. The fans start booing as the lyrics kick in.

"Just make sure them, them drums is smackin’
..
This, means, WAR!!"

Andrew appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

"Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall"

Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Honorable Warrior starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the fans. Andrew raises his arms as the fans scream at him.

Andrew:I know you guys think I am an asshole for spitting in Ben’s face, and that I suck because I lost my debut match. Technically, I wasn‘t pinned, so therefore, I didn‘t lose, even though the record books show me having a loss. Traci cost us the match. It is all good though, because I am better off on my own, and not teaming up with the crappy wrestlers I have seen thus far. I will show that I am the best DAMN wrestler SCW has to offer, and you can take that to the bank. Just wait and see.

Andrew then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks towards the men in the background.




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Cyrus King and Steve Ramone in Steve’s locker room, Cyrus is working out with some hand weights whilst Steve is doing some sit-ups on the floor obviously in preparation for their upcoming Blast from the Past II match.

Simone: In a few moments we will see their alliance be put to the test as their teams are facing off in the Blast from the Past Tournament.

Adams: I can’t wait.

Cyrus: So, do you know who your partner is yet?

Steve: I know.

Steve responds and Cyrus stops working out.

Cyrus: And?

Steve stops working out and glances up at him.

Steve: Do you really think I’d reveal the name of the mystery bombshell before the match?

Cyrus: We’re allies, aren’t we?

Steve: Yeah but tonight we’re enemies! Besides I’m still pissed off that you used our phone call in your promo earlier this week!

Cyrus: Didn’t you say that you didn’t know whether to punch me in the face or shake my hand for that?

Steve: Point taken.

Steve says before standing up and punching Cyrus in the face.

Steve: And there’s my answer.

Cyrus turns to Steve as he rubs his aching cheek.

Cyrus: How about we try not to beat the hell out of each other before the match and change the subject? Because outside of this arena you would’ve given me justification for retaliating in self-defense by doing that!

Steve: Don’t you think I know that? I’ve been wrestling since I was nineteen for fucks sake!

Steve responds before sighing.

Steve: Look, whatever happens out there tonight, let the best man win.

Cyrus: Likewise, by the way did you get a chance to talk to Jessie?

Steve: The opportunity never came up.

Pussy Willow’s Voice: It’s time for your match gentlemen!

The two men nod to each other before leaving the locker room.




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is part of the BLAST FROM THE PAST TOURNAMENT! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, standing at 6 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 280 pounds, he is…CYYYYYRUS KIIIIIIIIING!!!

The intro to “Walk With Me In Hell” begins to blare over the PA system and after the vocals start Cyrus comes out with his wife by his side, the two of them walk down to ringside until they reach the ring where Miranda hops on the apron first and sits on the middle rope to let her husband into the ring, Miranda taunts the crowd whilst Cyrus waits for his partner.

Justin Decent: And his partner, from Chicago, Illinois, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is… MISSSSSSSSSSSSTY!!!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "The World Belongs To Me" by My Darkest Days begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd, with her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles draped over her shoulder. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides the tag title in under the bottom rope, then enters the ring the same way, grabbing a hold of the title once again. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope where she lifts the title high above her, pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and heads to the center of the ring where she waits as her music dies down.

Justin Decent: And their opponents… Introducing first, from Queens, New York standing at 6 feet and weighing in at 200 pounds, he is “The Fearless One”STEEEEEEEEEVE RAMMMOOOOOOOONE!!!

“Live it Up” by Airborne hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve’s partner.

Adams: Well I guess it’s about time we find out who’s Steve’s tag team partner is?

As Misty, Cyrus and Steve standing the middle of the ring looking up towards the ramp, the Sin City Wrestling fans start a small “SCW” chant. After a few good moments of silence the arena goes pitch black before a loud BANG is heard, followed by a loud voice that says “Oh shit, shake that ass ma, move it like a gypsy” SWING by Savage and Joel Fletcher slams over the personal address system and the lighting in the arena starts to flicker like strobe lights.

“Stop, woah, back it up, now let me see your hips SWING
Stop, woah, back it up, now let me see your hips SWING
Now drop it looooow and let me see your hips SWING
Down to the floooor now let me see your hips SWING
Down to the floooor now let me see your hips SWING”

The cameras focus on the runway as a pile of people starts to pour down the ramp. They’re dressed in street clothes and hoodies as they dance along to the beat.

“Uh oh, lean back, girl you got some mean racks
You got a mean ass and I really mean that
But can't you see, that I need a girl, that can move
Make her hips SWING - and - look - just like you
But come to think about it, I think this club is crowded
It's kinda hard to do your thing when everyone's surrounding
So let me form a circle everybody step back
I heard somebody yell "Savage where the chorus at?!"

As the sea of people continues to pour out into the arena, they start to surround the ring. Once the ring side area is completely full of hip hop dances they start to fill the ramp way. Underneath their hoods are plan white masks hiding their identities.

Adams: It’s like a rave in here Belinda.

Simone: I have no idea who this is and I can’t see anyone’s face.

“Oh shit, shake that ass ma, move it like a gypsy
Stop, woah, back it up, now let me see your hips SWING
Stop, woah, back it up, now let me see your hips SWING
Now drop it looooow and let me see your hips SWING
Down to the floooor now let me see your hips SWING
Down to the floooor now let me see your hips SWING”

As the beat drops the strobe lighting affect stops and returns to normal, but the dancers don’t stop in fact as if on cue they all start performing the same dance. A few of the dancers return to the back as the ones remaining make two lines down the ramp and around the ring. As the two lines continue to pump out the same dance moves three figures stroll out to the top of the ramp one blonde, one brunette and one redhead.

“Uh oh, let it pop, ladies drop it like it's hot
Hell yeah, that's the spot, now bring it back to the top
Stop! Woah, now back it up, now back it up
Let it rise then watch it dump, shaking your junk in the trunk
And - I - like - the way you move it smoothly
Now why - don't - you move that booty - to - me
I'm tryna come up with some thoughts of attack,
until I heard somebody yellin' out "Savage where the chorus at?!"

The three females make their way down to the ring passing the guard of honour, once they make their way to the steps of the ring, they turn and decided to walk around the six sided ring surveying the fans. Their faces still being covered up by an over sized hoodies.

“Oh shit, shake that ass ma, move it like a gypsy
Stop, woah, back it up, now let me see your hips SWING
Stop, woah, back it up, now let me see your hips SWING
Now drop it looooow and let me see your hips SWING
Down to the floooor now let me see your hips SWING
Down to the floooor now let me see your hips SWING”

As the song starts to wind down the three females make their way up to the steps, not wasting any more time they climb them and make their way across the ring apron stopping in the middle. The red head slowly reveals herself by taking off her hoodie revealing a very smiley Emma Rose.

Adams: That’s Emma Rose.

Simone: She can’t, that’s cheating.

Emma wiggles her finger to Steve and the crowd as if to say no before jumping down from the ring apron. Emma makes her way back up the ramp way, clicking her fingers half way getting half of the dancers to follow her. Before she disappears for the night she turns around and blows the crowd a kiss.

“Knees bent, ass out, come on push your ass out
(Let me see your hips swing)
Bring it up then back down, bring it up then back down
(Let me see your hips swing)
All my ladies on the floor, all my ladies on the floor
(Let me see your hips swing)
Pick it up then dip it low, pick it up then dip it low
(Let me see your hips swing)”

With two remaining the blonde slowly starts to remove her hoodie, but the brunette reaches over and stops her. Entering the ring the Brunette walks to the centre of the ring standing directly in front of Misty. Bringing her hands up to her hoodie the Bombshell grabs onto it before flicking it back off her face. As soon as the hoodie is flung back “Ooh, what ya gonna do now? What ya gonna do when the rythm comes kicking you?” slams over the personal address system over taking Swing.

Simone: It’s Odette Ryder!!!!

Adams: Spin my chair Simone, because I’m officially excited.

As Odette stands toe to toe with Misty she smiles towards her former tag team partner and fellow NXT stable mate. Taking a few steps back Odette soaks in the cheers as she wraps her right arm around Steve’s shoulders. Looking over her shoulder at the blonde who has taken her cover off showing Melody Grace. Melody waves at Odette before looking at Misty and poking out her tongue. Melody jumps down from the apron and she clicks her fingers and the rest of the hoodlums follow her. As they start to leave, the arena is in abuzz as Blood In My Eyes fades off the personal address system.

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: I… I still can’t believe it, Belinda… Pinch me, I must be dreaming!

Simone: I’m right there with you… and so is Misty, apparently. She can’t believe that Odette Ryder is back for the tournament!

Misty’s jaw hangs open as she stares across the ring to see Odette Ryder. A look of disgust spreads over Misty’s face as she simply shakes her head, complying with the referee. Meanwhile, Cyrus King and Steve Ramone meet up in the center of the ring. Both men stare at each other before Cyrus swings at Steve, who immediately ducks it. As he spins around in a full circle, Cyrus jumps over the leg, and goes for a Big Boot to which Steve barely avoids.

Adams: These two men are already putting on one hell of a show…

Simone: I know. It is almost as if they share the same mind.

Continuing on with the standard, Cyrus catches Steve with a hammer-like club to the back. He wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, bringing him back for a German Suplex, however, Steve rolls out of it and lands on his feet. The audience cheers for The Fearless One as he charges the larger King forward and into the ropes. Cyrus uses his strength advantage to hold onto the ropes, bouncing back to knock Steve to the ground. He stares down at Steve for a split second before marching forward with an Axe Handle Smash. Once he is down, he doesn’t stop as he rams his fists against Steve’s chest one, two, three, four, five times, roaring louder with each one. He stands up and looks over to Odette who is offering him a bit of a flirty show, only to snub his nose at this. She shrugs her shoulders, but it provides enough time for Steve to kip up to his feet. Cyrus turns around just in time to find a dropkick planted firmly against his chest. He stumbles backward, but doesn’t seem to feel the full effect of it. Steve goes for a second one, but Cyrus smacks him away like he were nothing more than a fly. He raises his arms in the air, much to the dismay of the audience. Misty shouts at him about distractions, but he offers her three friendly words of advice.

Cyrus: SHIUT IT BITCH!

Simone: He just knows all the wrong things to say, doesn’t he?

Adams: Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was just watching Odette bouncing up and down in… in support for Steve Ramone, of course!

Misty looks less than thrilled to be in the equation as she simply glares at all three competitors around her. Cyrus turns around, this time with a stiff kick to the left knee. Cyrus’ knee buckles as he swings for a Clothesline, but Steve ducks it and lands a Spinning Heel Kick to Cyrus, which again, doesn’t even topple the near giant. Cyrus hold onto the ropes and Steve leaps up in the air with a monster of a Clothesline that sends both men down to the outside in a heap of sweaty flesh.

Adams: That image… ugh, I think I just made myself sick!

Simone: What in the blue hell are you talking about, Jason? Nevermind, I’m more intrigued by Misty’s reaction…

Misty laughs out loud, shaking her head as if to tell Cyrus “I told you so!” The humor of the situation wears off when Odette and Misty lock eyes from across the ring. Odette licks her lips in a devious manner as Misty’s lips curl into her own devious smile. On the outside, Steve kips up once more, getting a rise from the audience. He leaps up onto the steel barricade, steadying himself on the thin railing. Cyrus gets up to his feet just as Steve signals that he’s going airborne here. The audience begins chanting for Steve when suddenly, Miranda King “trips” into the barricade, causing Ramone to slip in the most precarious of ways. She covers her mouth so to look innocent, or perhaps to hide her laughter. Jacob leans outside and scolds Miranda, but it is too late. Cyrus grabs onto Steve in a Bear Hug manner, squeezing the life out of him as he whips him around like a ragdoll. Cyrus charges hard into the ring, almost shaking it before ramming him into the railing. He switches between them twice more before tossing Ramone under the second rope and inside of the ring. He rolls inside, stalking his pray once more. He lifts Ramone up by the hair, but Steve comes back with a sort of half mule kick to Cyrus’ stomach. He starts to crawl over to Odette as the audience cheers him on. Cyrus grabs onto his ankle and locks onto it, tightly wrenching it. Steve winces in pain as he falls to his knee.

Adams:It sounds like I’m not the only one who wants to see Odette in action here tonight!

Simone: You, and the entire male audience… and possibly even some of the female. We aren’t in Arizona, after all…

Crowd: RY-DER-NITES! RY-DER-NITES! RY-DER-NITES! RY-DER-NITES!

The support for Odette is only made louder as Odette begins pumping her fist in the air. Steve groans in pain, but he doesn’t stop as he inches his way forward. Odette holds onto the tag rope and leans as far forward as she can. Steve gets back up to his feet and hops forward, getting just close enough to tap his fingertips against Odette’s! Jacob calls the tag, and Odette leaps over the top rope in excitement. Cyrus shoves Steve right into Odette, leaving an opening when Misty gets in the ring. She has a grimace on her face over the actions of her partner, but she doesn’t seem too upset to see Odette down on the ground. She stalks closer as Odette holds onto her head. Misty’s smile widens as she begins to laugh at the irony of the situation. She reaches her hand out… to help Odette up to her feet?

Simone: Many of the top faces of Sin City Wrestling wouldn’t have the courtesy to help their opponent out in a situation like that, let alone someone who abandoned her and the Bombshell Tag Team Championships.

Adams: But, I bet people still see her as a heartless bitch, even though she has been doing things like that for months now, trying to clear her name.

Odette looks as surprised as anyone else by Misty’s generosity. She nods her head as Misty takes a step back for a fair fight. Odette steadies herself just in time for Misty to dart forward with a Spear into the corner. Odette comes down to the floor, and Misty grabs onto the turnbuckle. She stomps away violently at Odette, screaming in rage as she continues on. Cyrus smiles and nods his head happily, clapping for Misty. Jacob Summers walks over to them and pulls Misty off. Misty is ready to slap Jacob until she comes to her senses. She breathes heavily as she takes a few steps forward, away from Odette. She turns around and dashes forward in a Baseball Slide manner. Odette thinks quickly as she grabs onto the bottom ropes and flips up and out of the way, perching herself on the top turnbuckle as Misty collides with her foot against the turnbuckle. For a moment, it almost sounds like there is a snap as Misty shouts out in pain. She tries to stand up, but Odette grabs onto Misty’s head and rolls forward with a Fall Away Neck Breaker to Misty.

Simone: Ouch… on so many levels, just ouch...

Adams: Odette is on fire out there, though!

Odette raises her arms in the air, giving the audience a resounding “WOOOOOOOOOOO!” as she skips around to all six sides of the ring, showing herself off to the audience. She holds her arms up in the air, drawing in their support as Misty stirs on the mat. Odette does some sort of a Capoeira-style flip, landing with a Leg Drop on top of Misty. She hooks the leg for the pin.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Simone: Odette should know that Misty won’t giv up that easily.

Adams: It was an impressive move though, I must say And, it was the first pin attempt in the entire match!

Odette lifts Misty off of the mat by the hair and then she flings Misty forward, keeping hold of the hair as Misty is jerked back down to the ground. Odette dashes over to the ropes and leaps up for a Corkscrew Moonsault. However, Cyrus is quick on his feet and he knees the top rope, throwing Odette off balance. She nearly topples over the top, but Steve catches her safely. She pants in fear as she plants a kiss on his cheek and then lowers herself down. However, Misty is back on her feet, and she leaps up onto the top rope with a legscissors that takes both ladies down to the mat on the outside.

Adams: That was one risky move that pays off for Misty!

Simone: What? No joke about hot, sweaty female flesh piled up?

Adams: You have got one dirty mind, Belinda Simone! Pervert…

Misty is the first one to her feet, and she brings Odette up with her. The two fire away at one another with a deep resentment shared between the two of them. Cyrus suddenly steps inside of the ring and heads over toward the two ladies when Jacob gets in front of him. Cyrus is surprisingly calm as he tries to move past him. Jacob assets himself in front of Cyrus who smiles and then looks over to Miranda with a nod. Miranda works her way over to the brawling Bombshells, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a leather slapjack. She calculates as Misty is out of the way. She darts forward at the perfect opening to smack Odette over the head with this, causing Misty to shout out at her in frustration. Misty grabs onto Miranda’s hair and jerks her forward, flinging her into the ring post. She laces her fingers in her hair, debating the moral dilemma she has been placed in. Cyrus quickly retreats back to his corner as Jacob starts a count. 1! 2! 3! 4! Cyrus shouts out at Misty, only further complicating matters. She finally gives in and picks Odette up, sliding her inside of the ring. Misty glares over at Cyrus before sliding in just at the count of six.

Adams: Misty better not kick a gifthorse in the bollocks…

Simone: I’m pretty sure that’s not the saying… And maybe she doesn’t want to win with cheap tactics?

Misty stares at Cyrus in disgust as she lowers down over Odette. She slowly hooks the leg, feeling disgusted with herself as well.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Misty looks almost relieved by Odette’s second wind. She stands up as Steve steps back outside of the ring. Misty walks over to pick Odette up from the mat, only to get rolled up into a pin of her own!

1!

2!

Reversal!

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: Ramone comes in for the save!

Misty stands up after being pulled off of Odette and she dares him to lay another finger on her. Steve backs away, smiling at the thought. He steps to the corner as Odette gets to her feet. She spins Misty around and goes for a Clothesline, but it is reversed and Misty kicks backward into Odette’s stomach. She tucks Odette’s head between her legs and then lifts her up for a Powerbomb. As she flings Odette downward, Odette rolls into it, bringing Misty into a pin. However, Misty rolls over Odette for the pin. Steve comes back over to break it up, only for Cyrus to leaps over the Bombshells and come in with a devastating Flying Clothesline that knocks Steve down. He is so proud of himself that he doesn’t see Odette roll over one last time, hooking Misty’s legs firmly. Cyrus raises his arms into the air, counting along with Jacob, not knowing it is his partner being pinned.

1!

2!

3!

Simone: He still has no idea…

Adams: He is going to feel like a bigger idiot that…

Simone: You?

Justin Decent: Here are your winners, advancing in the BLAST FROM THE PAST TOURNAMENTS… STEVE RAMONE AND ODETTE RYDER!!!

Cyrus throws a celebratory fist into the air until he hears the winners’ names. His face sours as he looks back to see Odette run past him, smacking him on his behind as she jumps into Steve’s arms. Cyrus grits his teeth and turns around to see Misty slowly pulling herself up. Cyrus marches over to her and shouts in her face, only for her to shout back at him just as loudly.

Misty: YOU’RE the dumbass who didn’t even realize his partner was being pinned!!!

Cyrus balls up his fists as Misty lowers down, delivering a low blow to him. She dusts her hands off, giving Odette one last almost evil glare before rolling out of the ring. She doesn’t look back as she walks up the ramp as if she were on a mission. Meanwhile, Odette and Steve celebrate their victory in the middle of the ring as Miranda warily rolls inside to check on Cyrus.

Odette stands in the ring, when the lights drop out. A video starts to play...

Simone: Isn't that the video someone posted on Twitter earlier this week?

Adams: It is!

The video runs through, but a face appears at the end of the video, the face of Gabriel!

Adams: It is Gabriel!

From the video, Gabriel looks down as cheers echo around the arena. A "welcome back" chant.

Gabriel: I'm not back you idiots, do you see me in the arena? No!

The cheers quickly turn to boos.

Gabriel: Now even the most backward of you all will figure out, this isn't part of the video, this is me. Hello Odette.

A look of shock and horror crosses Odette's face.

Gabriel: How long as it been since you walked that ass of yours out of my life? Bet this was a voice you thought you will never hear again, well surprise.

A smile crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: Mystery bombshell, eh? The world speculated but me Odette, I knew it was you, I could smell your attention whoring ways as soon as I heard this little tin pot tournament, the little "Hey, we're a couple of years old, but let's make out we have history by talking about older wrestlers, while patting ourselves on the back" tournament, about people who no one cares about anyway, it was always one of your little favorites. Never could resist jumping in the limelight anyway you possible could, could ya?

The fans boo Gabriel.

Gabriel: Fickle bastards, from welcome back to boos. You have the nerve to boo me, when you should be booing that thing in the ring!

The fans boo louder at Gabriel.

Gabriel: That woman in the ring, that one you cheered when she popped the hood off and smiled. She should be booed. Her entire career, all she's ever done was make moves on people that has given herself a popularity boost. Let's go back to the early days of you, shall we Odette.

The camera moves on to Odette's face, a look of sadness crossing it.

Gabriel: Your little early segments with everyone, bosses included. Snuggling up to an interviewer, just for the television time, and then when you drained the popularity out of them, you made a move to me, because you knew The Sins, was where the popularity is, you joined NXT for the popularity, when you was done with me, you cast me aside, because the bare bones of it Odette, is you are an attention whore, you want to be center of the universe, you used me and these people calling your name, cheer you!

Odette slowly shakes her head in the ring.

Gabriel: Just stop, because I see through that mask you wear and in to the sorry excuse for a soul that you have. I guess now you're back, you'll be digging your claws back in to NXT. Once NXT, always NXT, so I hear. Back in the same dressing room with the scum bag who, with his little lap dog, put me out injured for all those months. Yeah Giani Di Luca, I'm talking about you.

Gabriel runs his hand over his chin as the fans cheer for Giani.

Gabriel: He almost takes away my ability to walk, and you still forgive him months later. It was eye opening, when those chairs crashed against my skull, because when I woke up, little goody two shoes in the ring was nowhere to be seen. She already used me to become popular and was gone. This is the bitch you all stand and cheer, good job people.

Odette shakes her head once more in the ring, yelling "no" towards the screen.

Gabriel: But with that Odette, comes a very steep price. With that, comes your worst nightmares, because I'm gonna take away that popularity, I am going to make you suffer with every single breath you draw, I am going to mentally rip you apart, till everyone sees who you truly are. I'm gonna do it without even being in the same area as you. You know my power Odette, you will be broken and these people will go for chanting your name, to hating your guts.

Gabriel starts to laugh, the noise echoing around the arena, but stops abruptly.

Gabriel: May God have mercy on you Odette...

Gabriel smiles.

Gabriel: Because I won't.

Gabriel clicks both his fingers and a huge explosion is heard, shaking the cameras and the arena.

Adams: Oh my God!

Simone: The arena just shook!

After Gabriel disappears and the arena returns back to normal a loud Odette chant breaks out. Still standing in the middle of the ring Odette’s eyes are down at the floor, while the trademark smile has gone from her face. The cameraman pans in to see a single tear roll down her face as the fans continue to support her.

Adams: Odette looks as if she has seen a ghost.

Simone: She looks devastated Jason, she looks completely gutted.

Adams: What a way to ruin her return Gabriel…

As Justin dashes up the steps to check up on the resident Australian she politely brushes him off with a fake smile before leaving the ring, she attempts to make her way up the ramp but the fear cripples her. Odette pauses and turns to leave the arena through the crowd.




The camera fades in a dark stage, backlit in red lights. Kenny Chisholm, dressed in a black suit, walks toward the camera. His light brown hair is parted to the side and the bright green tie he is wearing stands out. He gets close to the camera and smiles.

KC: ”All of us here in the SCW Universe deserve to know the truth; the whole truth and nothing but the truth. That’s where I come in. You see…my name is Kenny Chisholm and I host the most exciting, the most down right dirty television show there is. And the best part about it? It’s designed just for you…the SCW Universe. So whether you’re sitting on your couch in a mid-western suburb or on your settee in Manchester, SCW Studios is here for you. On the Hotwire we cover all the latest in ring action, all the hype, all the drama, and all the crazy rumors including backstage bitching and injuries they don’t want you to hear about.”

The camera focuses in on Kenny’s devilish grin.

KC: Don’t miss it when the Hotwire returns to television next week or you may regret it for the rest of your life. Use the #SCWHotwire and who knows…I may even steal your opinion and pass it off as my own.

Kenny gives the peace sign as the camera cuts back to ringside.




Pussy Willow is backstage, standing next to the wheel to spin for the main event stipulation.

PW: Tonight, Mercedes Vargas defends the Bombshell Roulette championship against Necra Octavian Kane. It's time to spin the wheel to determine what match type the title will be defended in.

Pussy spins the wheel and the wheel lands on TLC, causing the fans to cheer.

PW: Tonight's match will be a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match!

Pussy smiles as the camera cuts elsewhere.




Backstage, Roxi Johnson is shown sitting on an anvil case, seemingly pondering the future, when sure enough Dee Jaa walks up behind her.

Dee Jaa: There you are.

Roxi turns to her.

Roxi Johnson: *Sigh* Look, I hate to break it to you, but it's going to take more than a Golden Girls guess to make me think you're from the future.

Dee Jaa: I told you, I can't interfere with this too much. But you are the chosen one.

Roxi stands up in disbelief.

Roxi Johnson: No. I'm not the chosen one. Those days are over. Done. I'm not who you think I am.

Dee Jaa: You are not Roxi Johnson?

Roxi Johnson: Yes...but..

Dee Jaa: Then you are the chosen one.

Roxi throws her hands up and starts walking away.

Roxi Johnson: Just leave me alone.

Dee Jaa: I can't. It's why I was sent back.

Roxi and Dee walk through catering, still arguing.

Roxi Johnson: You weren't sent back. You got one lucky guess, and that was it.

Dee grabs Roxi's arm to stop her at the buffet line.

Dee Jaa: How else could I have know where to find you? Or all those other things.

Roxi Johnson: I don't know, and I don't care.

Dee Jaa: I know, this is hard to believe, but you are special. If I'm not mistaken, you are supposed to W...

Dee stops and covers her mouth.

Dee Jaa: uh, never mind.

Roxi Johnson: Supposed to what?

Dee Jaa: I can't say. But, It involves...this place.

Roxi Johnson: What? SCW? Wait...are you saying what I think you're saying?

Dee Jaa: I can't say anymore.

Roxi Johnson: Fine. If you just want to talk in riddles and try to make me think you're from the future, then I'm through with this game.

Roxi turns to the buffet line and grabs a soft shell taco. She holds it up to take a bite, but Dee's eyes widen and she slaps the Taco right out of Roxi's hand. the contents go up in the air and splatter down on them. Roxi stares a hole though Dee who just shrugs.

Dee Jaa: Sorry.

Roxi Johnson: Let me guess...I was supposed to get sick eating that?

Dee Jaa: Very.

Roxi angrily sighs and starts walking off again. Dee trails behind her until Roxi walks right into Karina Koji. Karina looks at Roxi and then at Dea with a bemused expression.

Karina: I was wondering where you had run off too. Thought you might be running off through time and space...but here you are. Should I be jealous if we are only suppose to be dating in the future...don't worry. I only joke, truth is I am looking for Roxi.

Roxi Johnson: Karina... What did you need from me? Wait, is she with you? Don't tell me you believe what she's saying?

Karina: Well even before Dea literally fell in my lap in Rio I knew you were a damn good fighter. I am glad you are still here and now that I know it is not my year to win Blast from Past I want the HORDE to get behind you...what do you think?

Roxi Johnson: You actually want to support me? After all those failures? I..I don't even know what to say. Well...alright.

Karina: ok but you better bring it! The hoard is no joke, your riding on a wave of chaos and rum now....Ok..you two keep doing whatever this is. It is Taco time for me.

Scene fades as Roxi and Dea chase after Karina to prevent a terrible future food poisoning.




Justin: The following contest is a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match and is for the SCW Bombshell Roulette champions. Introducing first, the challenger.

The lights in the arena go out, as a golden spotlight goes over the crowd, and comes to stop at the back of the stage, as "Trip the Darkness" by Lacuna Coil begins to play over the loud speakers filling the arena.

Justin: From the Isle Of The Gods, Greece, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pound, she is the Goddess Of The Dead, she is Necra Octavian Kane!

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

Justin: And her opponent, from Buenos Aires, Argentina

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, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.

Justin: Also weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the current, reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette champion, she is the Argentine Assassin, she is Mercedes Vargas!

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

Adams: This match could be show stealing!

Mercedes hands the title belt to referee Drew Patton and he hooks it up around the wire hanging in the ring. Drew gives the signal and the title belt rises in the air. He turns to the time keeper and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Adams: We're underway!

Necra and Mercedes quickly survey the outside of the ring, with tables, ladders and chairs in different areas. Both women turn and move towards the ropes, and out of the ring.

Simone: These two are not wasting any time.

Mercedes grabs a ladder, quickly throwing it in to the ring under the bottom rope, while Necra takes a chair and tosses it over the top rope. Both women slide in the ring. Mercedes picking up the ladder, before Necra can grab the chair. As Necra grabs the chair and straightens up, Mercedes drives the ladder in to Necra's gut, sending her flying across the ring. Mercedes drops the ladder and moves towards Necra, pulling her up straight and catching her with a swinging shot to the jaw, rocking Necra back against the ropes. Mercedes takes Necra by the arm and whips her against the ropes. As Necra comes back, Mercedes jumps in the air and catches Necra with a spinning back elbow, sending Necra to the floor. Mercedes leans on her elbow, looking at the booing crowd.

Simone: A little showboating going on there.

Adams: Read her character description some time, it has the word showboating in.

Simone: Her what now?

Mercedes gets back to her feet and pulls Necra with her. Mercedes grabs Necra's hair and pulls her over with a hair pull snapmare. As Necra sits back up, Mercedes grabs Necra's head and flips over her, with a rolling neck snap. Mercedes rolls out of the ring, walking around the ring and picking up a chair. She throws the chair under the bottom rope and follows it in the ring. Mercedes sets the chair up in the middle of the ring and grabs the second chair, the chair that Necra brought in to play earlier, and sets it up opposite the other chair, creating a U shape. Mercedes steps back and charges at the chairs while Necra gets back on her feet. Mercedes uses the chairs as a springboard and jumps in the air towards Necra, but Necra catches her in mid air and drops her with a spinebuster across the chairs!

Adams: Ouch!

Necra leaves Mercedes laying across the two chairs and moves around to her head, dropping a fist on the top of her head. Necra bounces off the ropes and jumps in the air with a legdrop, crashing Mercedes off the chairs! Necra rolls under the rope and towards a table.

Adams: Necra going for some wood.

Simone: Usually it's other bombshells going for wood.

Adams: OOOOOOOOOH Catty!

Necra takes a table and slides it in the ring, setting it up on all four legs. She pulls Mercedes to her feet, but Mercedes pokes Necra in the eye.

Simone: All legal in this match.

Necra spins around and Mercedes wraps her arms around her from behind, but Necra swings an elbow back, catching Mercedes in the face. She spins a second elbow back, connecting again and forcing Mercedes to break the hold. Necra turns around and moves in behind Mercedes. She lifts Mercedes backwards with a German Suplex, before flipping over and nailing her with a second German suplex, right through the table!

Adams: Orca Special through a table!

Necra pushes the table away and gets to her feet, looking at the ladder. She moves towards it and picks up the ladder. She centers the ladder, making it sturdy, and underneath the title. Necra starts to climb the ladder, up the first four steps and reaches out, but Mercedes senses the danger and pushes the broken table away. She moves to her feet, picking up a chair and moving towards Necra. Mercedes swings the chair, catching Necra on the back and stopping her in her tracks. Mercedes opens up the chair, and places it down. She takes two steps back before jumping towards the chair, using it as a springboard, to bounce in the air and catch Necra with a flying headscissors and pulling her off the ladder.

Simone: Springboard flying headscissors, took Necra right off the ladder.

Adams: This is why it doesn't matter if you love or hate Mercedes Vargas, she is one of the best high flyers in the world today.

Mercedes picks up Necra by the hair, whipping her in to the ladder and causing it to fall over. As Necra turns around, Mercedes wrenches her arm and catches her in the face with a hook kick.

Simone: 2 To Tango.

Adams: Easy for you to say.

Mercedes grabs the ladder, lifting it up and moving it towards one of the corners of the ring. She places it in the corner and makes a move back towards Necra. Mercedes grabs Necra by the head and charges her towards the ladder, crashing Necra's head in between the rungs of the ladder.

Adams: We might need some butter in the right to get Necra's head out.

Mercedes walks away, dusting her hands off and steps outside the ring, she picks up a second ladder, pushing it under the ropes and in to the ring. Mercedes walks to the center of the ring, lifting the ladder and placing it under the title belt hanging down. Mercedes starts to climb the ladder, reaching up for the belt. Necra pulls her head out from the other ladder and looks up. She moves over towards Mercedes and places her back towards the ladder. Necra grabs hold of Mercedes and yanks her off the ladder in a powerbomb position. Necra charges towards the ladder in the corner and throws Mercedes back first in to it! The force of the throw sends a chilling echo around the arena!

Simone: Good God that could have broke Mercedes back!

Necra looks at the ladder standing under the title belt. She looks up and starts to climb the ladder.

Adams: Necra can go and win this, Mercedes isn't moving!

Necra climbs up the ladder, going further then Mercedes did before. She reaches the top of the ladder, reaching out for the belt, but a chorus of boos echo through the arena as Gothika slides in the ring.

Simone: The SCW Bombshell champion is in the ring.

Adams: Necra challenged Gothika last week. She could be about to get her answer.

Gothika climbs the ladder behind Necra. She wraps her arm around Necra's neck and drops down with a diving reverse DDT off the ladder!

Simone: Gothika just could have cost Necra the chance to take the Bombshell championship!

Gothika rolls out of the ring and moves towards the back.

Adams: So is that a yes or a no?

Simone: I don't know but it looks like Gothika took exception to being called out.

Both Necra and Mercedes lay on the canvas, but Mercedes starts to move first. She rolls out of the ring and moves towards a table, picking it up and sliding it in the middle of the ring. Mercedes enters the ring and picks up the table, placing it on all four legs. She moves towards Necra and lifts her to her feet and rolls her on to the table. Mercedes looks at the ladder and starts to move towards it, climbing up towards the top.

Adams: Mercedes can grab the belt and retain here.

Mercedes turns around on the ladder and looks down at Necra.

Simone: Mercedes should grab the title, instead of showboating with high risk moves.

Mercedes looks again at Necra and smiles.

Adams: I think she's gonna....

Mercedes leaps off the ladder with a shooting star press, crashing Necra through the table!

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome!

Adams: This is awesome! This is awesome!

Simone: Ladies and gents, Jason Adams and the crowd are doing a duet.

Adams: We rock! Call us Simon Cowell! We'll make you richer.

Mercedes and Necra lay breathing heavy, both drained from this physical match. Mercedes starts to move first, crawling towards the ladder. Necra grabs hold of her ankle, but Mercedes kicks Necra off. Mercedes gets to her knees, reaching out for the ladder and grabbing out at the rungs. She pulls herself to her feet and puts her foot on the ladder, but Necra grabs a part from the broken table and slams it on to Mercedes back. Necra pulls the wood back and cracks it down on the back of Mercedes head. Mercedes falls off the ladder and Necra takes Mercedes and whips her over the top rope and to the floor. Necra moves back towards the ladder and starts to climb.

Simone: We could have a new champion here.

Necra makes it half way up the ladder, reaching for the top and pulling her self up to the top of the ladder. She reaches the top, her hand on the title belt but Mercedes gets on the ring apron, she quickly runs to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps off the top and on to the other side of the ladder!

Adams: Mercedes just flew across the ring!

Mercedes scrambles to the top of the ladder and nails Necra with a shot to the jaw! Necra fires one back at Mercedes, catching her on the jaw. Necra grabs Mercedes' head and slams it on to the ladder. She reaches over and suplexes Mercedes off the ladder, but wraps her legs around the ladder to stay on!

Adams: Necra held on!

Necra pulls herself up, steadying herself on the ladder and pulls herself up, reaching up for the title. She wraps her hands around the title and pulls it down!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner and NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette champion..... NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE!

Simone: What a match!

Adams: These two gave it their everything!

Necra jumps off the ladder holding the title, only to be met with a clothesline!

Adams: Where did Amy Marshall come from?

Amy picks up Necra and jumps in the air, nailing her with the Bad Girl!

Simone: Amy is taking it out on the new champ!

Amy picks up the roulette title and points to herself, but the fans burst in to cheers.

Adams: This is getting crazy now.

Simone: Good term to use.

Karina Koji stands behind Amy. As Amy turns around, Karina grabs her arm and pulls her down in to the Wolf Bite!

Adams: Karina has the Wolf Bite locked in to Amy!

Karina squeezes tight before releasing the hold. Karina gets back to her feet and lifts the title above her head.

Simone: Both Amy and Karina have shown their intentions for the title.

Karina turns around, only to be met by a clothesline from Necra! She kicks Karina out of the ring, before picking up Amy Marshall and tossing her over the top rope. Necra picks up the Roulette title and raises it above her head.

Adams: What a night this has been!

Simone: We'd love to see these go at it all night, but we're out of time. We'll see you next week on Climax Control.

The screen fades to a shot of Necra holding the title belt above their head, with Amy Marshall, Karina Koji and Mercedes Vargas looking on




Thank You! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Sam, The Lord MK, Aleksei, Court, Casey, Wong, Simon Jones, Mercedes Vargas, Roxi Johnson, Necra, Guns For Hire, Frost, Geno. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you guys for making this show possible.