Simone: He pulled it off, but was it worth the risk? Both men seem to be winded after that one, especially Crash, who started things off in this match.

Crash rolls around on the mat, kicking at it slowly. Wrath blinks under his mask as he rolls over onto his side. Crash does the same just seconds later. However, he is much quicker at getting over to Michael Hardy, slapping at his outstretched hand for the tag! The fans go wild as Hardy quickly gets inside of the ring. He darts across the ring, stopping Wrath from making the tag by hitting a hard Clothesline to the back of Wrath’s head. He knocks him down to the mat, jumping on his back with a Camel Clutch. Meanwhile, he keeps his eyes on Duke, almost taunting him to try stepping inside. Wrath eventually makes it to the ropes for a break, and it is just a little too close for comfort. Before Jasmine can tell Hardy to break, Duke reaches inside, smashing a fist into hardy’s face, knocking him back. Duke comes inside of the ring, but Jasmine quickly heads him off, Meanwhile, Hardy climbs onto one of the nearest turnbuckles, looking out at Wrath as he does so.

Adams: Uh oh, we’re going up top again! I wonder if this one will pay off?

Simone: One way to find out, Jason… Incoming!

Hardy leaps off of the top rope, landing hard with a Frog Splash on top of Wrath’s back. He turns Wrath over, hooking the leg as Duke goes to the outside. Jasmine turns around and drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Duke was right back inside of the ring as Jasmine counted to one. He rams his foot into the side of Hardy’s head, knocking him back a few paces. He drags Wrath over to his corner, finally giving in to Jasmine. Duke grabs onto the tag rope as if to try playing by her rules. He steps onto the top rope and leans over it, tagging Wrath’s shoulder. Jasmine signals the tag. Duke quickly enters the ring, picking Hardy off of the mat. He picks him up for a Samoan Drop, planting him hard on the mat again. He hovers over Hardy, hooking the leg for a pin.

1!

2!

Simone: And Crash steps in for the save! Turnabout is fair play here.

Adams: At least Crash has the courtesy to leave the ring after a hard kick to Duke’s head…

Without having to be told, Crash is back in his corner, patiently waiting on the outside. Duke holds onto the back of his head, glaring over at Crash as he lifts Hardy off of the mat. He lifts Hardy up into the air, making it seem easy as he holds him up for a Military Press Slam. He dumps Hardy down to the mat, placing his foot over Hardy’s chest for another pin, staring right at Crash, daring him to stop it.

1!

2!

Crash leaps over the top rope and collides with Duke, making him stumble off of Hardy. Crash knocks him into the ropes, but Duke grabs onto his neck, choking him again. He lifts him up with a Double Handed Chokeslam when Hardy leaps up to his feet out of nowhere! The fans cheer as Hardy rams a knee into Duke’s stomach, causing him to drop Crash. They look to each other and nail a Double Drop Kick that sends Duke crumbling through the ropes and to the outside! They high five each other as Wrath comes back inside of the ring. He smashes into Hardy’s back as Jasmine seems to have officially lost control of this match. She tries to get Wrath back outside, but he has his arms wrapped around Crash, bringing him over with a harsh German Suplex, landing him on his head. Hardy has launched himself over the top rope, colliding with Duke as they both crash into the guard railing. Jasmine shakes her head, almost seeming furious as she throws her hand into the air.

1!

2!

Adams: Both legal competitors are on the outside right now, and neither one seems to be moving here…

3!

Simone: It is always amazing when competitors can pull off such moves, but did it really pay off for him?

4!

5!

The fans cheer as Hardy stirs around, holding onto his head. He sits up, looking around as the fans cheer him on.

6!

Wrath has Crash against the corner, choking him on the top rope. Crash tries to fight back, but he has trouble with the size and strength disadvantage. Hardy slowly stands up, stumbling over toward the ring.

7!

Hardy slowly rolls inside of the ring as Duke sits up, holding onto his head. He stands up and looks at the ring, not realizing the count is as far along as it is.

Simone: Duke had better hurry up and get inside before he costs his team the match!

8!

9!

Adams: And he just barely makes it!

At the last possible second, Duke slides inside of the ring, saving it in the nick of time! The crowd cheers for the action to continue. However, he is clearly out of it. He goes to grab onto Crash, but Crash ducks. Jasmine orders him to the outside, as Hardy grabs onto Duke. He goes to fling the larger competitor into the ropes, but Duke finds the last bit of energy within him to sling him into his own corner. Hardy skids to a stop, but he finds his way tapping into Crash for the tag. Jasmine signals it. Crash comes inside of the ring, going after Duke. Duke takes a few steps back to gain some distance as he sizes Crash up. However, Wrath doesn’t seem happy with his time in this match. He reaches out and tags his partner, much to everyone’s surprise!

Simone: What?! What was that all about?

Adams: It’s called a tag… You would think this was the first time ya called a match like this or something…

Belinda slaps her forehead as Wrath climbs inside of the ring. Duke looks a bit angry even as he steps outside of the ring. Crash springs forward with a clothesline attempt, but it gets ducked by Wrath. Wrath lifts him up with a Back Body Drop that lands Crash’s neck across the top rope. As Crash hold onto his throat, he spins around to face Wrath. He finds his way into a Sidewalk Slam and a pin. Jasmine drops down to count.

1!

Adams: And a quick kick out from Crash right there.

Simone: It would appear that Crash has had enough time to recover on the outside.

Wrath pulls Crash off of the mat and picks him up, hoisting him over his shoulders in Powerslam position. He charges forward, but Crash wiggles behind him. Wrath spins around to get booted in the gut. Crash hits the sealedFATE, landing Wrath flat in the center of the ring. He runs over to the corner, leaping up to the top rope. Duke gets inside of the ring, but Hardy rushes over, grabbing onto him as they both tumble over the top rope, causing Crash to stumble slightly. He catches his footing, leaping off for a 630 Corkscrew, also known as his patented overDRIVE v1™! The fans cheer as he hooks the leg.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winners via pinfall… CRASH and MICHAEL HARDY!!!

Adams: They’ve done it! Crash and Hardy have beaten the odds here tonight!

Simone: I’m not sure if Duke and Hardy realize this thing is over yet! They are going at it hardcore style on the outside!

Duke sends Hardy crashing into the ring steps with a loud thud as he collapses on top of them. Duke rushes forward for a knee, but Hardy slumps down to the ground, causing Duke to crash his knee into the steps. He holds onto his knee as Hardy slides back inside of the ring. He keeps an eye out for Duke as Jasmine raises his and Crash’s arm into the air. “Bad Company” begins playing instead of Crash’s theme song, however. Max Burke, Sean Jackson, and Andrew Garcia come rushing down to the ring. Duke joins them as they rush inside of the ring. Playing on the safe side, Crash and Hardy slide out of the ring on the opposite side. Hardy trash talks the stable inside of the ring as he and Crash raise their arms in victory once more. Duke leans over the ropes to taunt Hardy once more. They exchange a few words as Hardy and Crash walk backward up the ramp. Duke points to his chest, and then to Hardy as he makes a challenge of his own. Hardy nods his head happily at this, and the fans roar in approval.

Adams: I think Duke has just accepted Hardy’s earlier challenge! Book this one, bosses!

Simone: With a draw like that, I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t! But it seems that Hardy wants to get brutal with this, and I don’t think Duke has a problem with that!

Opening up backstage we stumble across Despy and Angel who are locked in a heated battle of checkers. Walking into the room Melody Grace is seen for the second time tonight, but this time she is dressed up as the female terminator. Her body is covered by a super tight black skirt with a zipper running down the side, her top half is covered by a sleeveless jacket that is partially zipped up. Covering her eyes is a pair of dark black sunglasses; one has a bright red dot in the middle of it implying that she is charged and ready for combat. Strapped around her thigh is a gun holder, walking up towards Despy she lightly clears her throat. (Your visual aide if needed http://www.heavencostumes.com.au//media/ca...front-close.jpg )

Melody: So what do you think?

Doing a twirl to show off her handy work, Despy looks up at her from his game of checkers confused.

Despy: Umm interesting?

Taking a step towards her friend she kneels down beside him.

Melody: Do I look bad?

Her voice was soft and sweet, as she waited for the answer she wanted to hear.

Despy: Oh yeah, you look horrible.

Smiling proudly Melody leans over closer to Despy, not even paying attention to what angle her shirt is at. Melody thought Despy meant she looked like a bad girl horrible but his tone told everyone otherwise.

Melody: But do I look like a bad girl?

Despy turned towards Melody with an innocent smile on his face he nodded.

Despy: The baddest.

His answer was honest and in no way sexual but another wide smile grew over Melody’s face as she watched Despy make a move against Angel in the game that was underway. Biting her bright red bottom lip she dragged it into her mouth and laughed.

Melody: Am I the baddest girl you know?

Just as those words come out of her lips Synn’s can be seen standing behind her.

Synn: What’s going on in here?

Melody: NOTHING!!!

Jumping up from her spot Melody ran towards the door knocking over Despy and Angel's game of checkers. Forgetting that she had the sunglasses over her eyes that were that dark she could barely see out of she ran straight into the wall.

Melody: Oh excuse me Rage...

Fumbling for the door handle Melody found it and made her quick, yet far from graceful exit from the room. Despy stares at Angel.

Despy: That does NOT count as a win for you

Despy continues to stare at Angel as the scene cuts elsewhere.

The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, and to a cheer from the fans, Simon Jones appears at the entry stage; he is wearing his white "The Champ" t-shirt - available from the merchandise stand, and online shop - and has the SCW heavyweight title around his waist. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans. After clambering into the ring, Simon walks to the side nearest the camera, looks out at the crowd, and raises both of his arms, to further cheers and applause from the fans; he then turns around and walks to the opposite side of the ring, before again raising both arms, to more cheers and applause. Smiling in satisfaction at the reaction from the crowd, Simon goes to collect a microphone from Justin Decent, and then walks to the centre of the ring, where he waits for his music to cease playing.

Simon: Helllloooooo Kinshasa!!!

This elicits a loud cheer from the crowd.

Simon: Thank you for that warm welcome - a welcome that was almost as warm as the weather is, here in this beautiful city.

With his free hand, Simon fans his face.

Simon: It's just too hot for me to bear - I'm going to have to take this t-shirt off.

Screams can be heard from some of the female members of the crowd, which causes Simon to chuckle. He removes his t-shirt, but beneath it he is wearing another shirt: a sky blue DR Congo football jersey - the sight of which is greeted by more loud cheers from the fans.

Simon: Oh, what - this thing? A friend suggested I wear it - thanks, David. Now, who wants this t-shirt?

Simon holds up his now-removed t-shirt, and many of the fans raise their hands. He turns and walks over to the ropes on the far side of the ring; it can now be seen that printed on the back of Simon's jersey, is the name "MULUMBU," with the number "14" below.

Simon: How about you guys over here?

The fans in the front row reach out towards Simon; he throws the t-shirt into the crowd, and it is caught by someone a few rows beyond the front. Simon then turns back around, to face the direction of the camera.

Simon: Right, well, the reason for me being here tonight, is to announce who will be my opponent in three weeks' time, when SCW takes over Cape Town. As you're all aware, I have been given the chance to pick who will challenge me for this title.

Simon taps the title with his hand.

Simon: So, who will it be? Will it be Max Burke?

Boos can be heard from the crowd.

Simon: Or will it be Kain?

The boos turn to cheers.

Simon: Both of those men made passionate arguments, as to why I should select them to be my opponent - but both of them are going to be disappointed by my decision, as it's not either of them that I have chosen.

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: As I stated last week, I don't want to shortchange you, the fans - I want to give you the best SCW Heavyweight Championship match possible; for me to be able to do that, I feel that I have to pick this man - he is the one that has to be my opponent. And that man is...

Simon pauses to take a deep breath, before continuing.

Simon: ...Sean...Jackson.

The crowd responds with loud boos.

Simon: Yeah, I wasn't expecting that to be the most popular announcement that I have ever made. But...

V/O: "Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?"

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 stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and onto the field. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, until it forms "The Mental Rapist". Behind the letters, clips of Sean Jackson in the ring over the years comes to life on the video wall above the entrance way. Soon a theme begins, one that was very popular back in the day. That being the opening notes of "In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins.

V/O: "I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two people rising up from the floor, Sean Jackson and 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. Jackson is focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

V/O: Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord.

A slight smile forms on Sean's face as he looks out into the sea of darkness that has enveloped the fans in the stadium. He then motions to his Vietnamese darkling that it's time to head to the ring. Sean and Vanessa begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights 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 has the ACW World Heavyweight Title fastened around his waist, and is dressed in blue jeans, his dark gray logo shirt and boots.

Jackson: Oh Simon, Simon, Simon...

As soon as they get to the ring side area, Sean begins to walk up the ring steps with Vanessa right behind him.

Jackson: You see, that's why you won't be the SCW Heavyweight Champion for much longer.

Sean and Vanessa enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he stands against the ropes with Vanessa to his side.

Jackson: You come out here and make decisions based on what these people want, knowing damn good and well that they don't know the difference between wrist locks and wrist watches...

As the lights are returned to the stadium, Sean can do nothing but shake his head.

Jackson: And from the looks of these fans, I doubt very seriously that any of them even know what a wrist watch is. So please, for the love of G...

Sean stops and looks over at the evil jezebeth Vanessa. The one who has an evil spirit as a master.

Jackson: Of whatever it is you worship, would you listen to these camel jockeys on ANYTHING wrestling related?

Before Simon Jones gets an opportunity to say anything.

Jackson: I mean, you want to give THEM the best match possible when in all actuality, they don't count for squat. You want to give THEM the best match possible and THEN decide to choose me?

Sean smiles.

Jackson: Hell Simon, I could care less what these idiotic fans want. For you see, the only thing that matters to me is what Hot Stuff Mark Ward wants for Hot Stuff International...

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Jackson: Matter of fact...

Simon: As a matter of fact, I think you've droned on for long enough.

The fans cheer Simon's interruption.

Simon: I can't let you belittle these fans any longer - these fans, who have supported me since I first set foot inside the six-sided ring of SCW, and who have continued to give me their backing, on my way to becoming a two time SCW Heavyweight Champion.

Simon takes the heavyweight title from around his waist, and gazes at Sean Jackson, as he raises it aloft.

Simon: And in three weeks' time, in Cape Town, I plan on again giving these fans what they want - culminating with me, defeating you, Sean Jackson, to remain the SCW Heavyweight Champion.

The fans cheer Simon, who continues his piercing stare towards Sean Jackson. Sean turns his attention briefly from Simon, towards the fans. As the cheers for Simon continue, Sean manages a smile.

Jackson: Well Simon, since you put it that way.

Sean turns back to face Simon, the smile still on his face.

Jackson: I guess I'll see you in three weeks.

As Sean begins to turn his back on Simon Jones, you just know that this isn't going to end well. He never even takes a step before throwing a straight right into the head of Simon, the mic connecting cleanly, causing a sonic static sound to fill the stadium. As Simon reels backwards...

Jackson: On second thought, I'll just take care of you now.

Sean goes to throw another punch, again connecting on the top of Simon's head with the mic, causing a second sonic static sound to fill the stadium. With Simon Jones backed into the corner turnbuckle, Sean continues the attack by striking him repeatedly in the head, multiple sonic static sounds erupting through the stadium speakers. It isn't until Simon manages to dodge one of the shots that he's able to turn the tables, retaliating by connecting with a punch of his own, before grabbing both of Sean's legs, and forcing him to the ground with a takedown. Simon proceeds to waylay on Sean's head with lefts and rights, but his onslaught is quickly cut short, when security rushes into the ring, and the fans boo as the security guards drag Simon away from Sean, separating the two men. As Sean and Vanessa then retreat, Simon picks up the discarded mic.

Simon: Maybe I should have known better than to expect "The Mental Rapist" simply to take his leave in a genial manner. That's fine, though; you may have struck the first blow, here tonight, but in three weeks, in Cape Town, I intend to strike the decisive blow - a blow that will send you, Into Oblivion!

The crowd responds with cheers, before "Simon Says" by Drain STH begins to play again; Simon and Sean Jackson lock eyes, and glare intensely at one another.

The scene opens up backstage where, for the third week in a row, we see Ms. Rocky Mountains standing beside the Roulette Rules wheel with tonight’s competitors in the Roulette Rules match for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship Emma Rose and Joanne Canelli.

Simone: These past few weeks have seen both Roulette Titles defended in a variety of matches.

Adams: First there was the Buried Alive match that ended the first show of the African tour, then there was the Strap Match and just last week Brother Grimm lost the Roulette Title to Andrew Garcia in a Boiler Room Brawl, who knows what match it’ll produce this week!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready ladies?

The two Bombshells nod and Ms. Rocky Mountains spins the wheel, it spins for a good few minutes passing over everything from an Ultimate X Match to a Barbed Wire Massacre match before it stops on…..

Simone: Huh……

Adams: That’s pretty underwhelming compared to the other stips in recent weeks.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight the SCW Bombshell Roulette Title will be defended in a Submissions Match, good luck to the both of you!

The two Bombshells say nothing before they leave for the ringside area.

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and before the break it was determined that tonight’s SCW Bombshell Roulette Title Match will be contested under Submission Rules.

Adams: This match couldn’t be simpler! Only way to win is by making the opponent submit!

Simone: Let’s take it to JD!

Justin: The following Roulette Rules Contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Submissions Match for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship!

The crowd cheers for that announcement but their cheers grow even louder as “Able to Love” by Benny Benassi begins to play over the PA system and the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Emma Rose starts to make her way down to the ring.

Justin: Introducing first! From Dunedin, New Zealand she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Emma Rose!

Simone: This is Emma’s first defense of the title after she won it two weeks ago in Cairo, time will tell whether or not she’s a fluke champion.

Adams: Against Joanne that’s going to be easier said than done!

Emma rolls into the ring and holds up her title for the crowd before waiting for the challenger.

Simone: Especially since Emma isn’t known for her submission holds, but then again neither is Joanne.

Justin: Introducing the challenger…..

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Bang Bang"(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nico Vega begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards.

Justin: From the Jersey Shore, New Jersey she is the Jersey Devil Diva Joanne Canelli!

They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Simone: Even so they are both talented Bombshells so this should be a classic!

Adams: Agreed!

Drew calls the Bombshells to the center of the ring to explain the rules to them and once they understand that the only way to win was by submission Drew leaves the ring and goes up to Joanne’s bodyguards before motioning to them to go to the back causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

Simone: Drew doesn’t want them to interfere!

Adams: And they aren’t happy about it!

The bodyguards start arguing with Drew but he’s having none of it and it gets to the point where he threatens to award the match to Emma at which point the bodyguards comply and head to the back, however whilst Drew’s back is turned Joanne takes the opportunity to charge in a cheap shot the reigning champ by spearing her into the corner and firing rights and lefts into Emma’s midsection and face.

Simone: Now that’s not fair!

Adams: Tell that to Joanne!

When Drew finally sees this he calls for the bell to start the match before entering the ring again and ordering Joanne to back off of the reigning champion.

Joanne complies with but not before a couple of more punches to Emma, the champion slumps down in the corner as she takes the moment to catch her breath as Joanne’s attack knocked the wind out of her.

Simone: The match has barely begun and Emma’s already taken a beating!

Adams: Things aren’t looking good for the champ!

Joanne finally stops arguing with Drew and makes her way over to Emma before picking her up and out of the corner, she doesn’t stay up for long though as Joanne picks Emma up and hits her with a backbreaker before standing her back up and locking in an Abominable Stretch.

Simone: Say what you will about Joanne’s tactics but you can’t deny their effectiveness.

Adams: Unfortunately for Emma!

Emma screams in pain as she feels the pain of the submission and Drew gets into position to ask Emma if she wants to submit, Emma shakes her head in response and Joanne realizes that she’s close to the top rope so she grabs onto the top rope with her free hand to add to the pressure.

Simone: Wake up Drew, she’s blatantly cheating!

Adams: Belinda, you should know by now that poor eyesight is a requirement to be a wrestling ref!

When Drew goes to check for the first time Joanne quickly lets go off the top rope only to grab onto it again when his back is turned, she repeats this two more times when it becomes obvious that Emma isn’t about to Tap Out but despite everything she won’t tap out and on the fourth attempt Drew catches her in the act and kicks at the top rope causing her to let go and giving Emma a chance to arm drag out of the submission hold.

Simone: Joanne’s cheating has given Emma the opportunity she needs to fight back!

Adams: But how much damage has Emma’s midsection taken!?

Joanne scrambles to her feet but gets met with a high dropkick from Emma that catches Joanne in the mouth and sends her to the outside, Joanne tries to use this opportunity to buy herself some breathing room but Emma isn’t going to give her the chance as she runs to the ropes and goes for a suicide dive…..but Joanne sees it coming and ducks out of the way causing Emma to crash land back first onto the mat below.

Simone: Oh no!

Adams: If Emma’s stomach wasn’t hurting already it definitely is now!

Joanne jumps at the chance to do some more damage to Emma by stomping away at Emma’s clearly bruised midsection before picking her up and ramming her back first into the security barricade and whipping her into the ring without a second thought, Drew asks Emma if she wants to continue but the New Zealander stubbornly refuses to give up despite the fact that she’s clearly in a lot of pain.

Simone: Look at Joanne’s face! She thinks she has the match won!

Adams: I usually like staring at Emma’s stomach when it’s exposed but look at the bruising! She’s clearly in a lot of pain!

Joanne, rather than follow up the attack, takes the moment to taunt the crowd and they boo her in response but cheer when Emma spins her around and knees her in the stomach a couple of times before going to whip her off the ropes only to get reversed by Joanne, Joanne ducks under Emma’s clothesline attempt and runs to the opposite ropes as Emma tries to meet her on the return with a seated dropkick but Joanne sees it coming and stops whilst Emma is in mid jump causing her to crash against the matt.

Simone: And more damage has been dealt to Emma’s midsection!

Adams: This can’t go on for much longer, right?

Joanne quickly closes in and locks in a Boston Crab on Emma before the champ can recover, Drew, once again, gets into position and asks her if she wants to tap but once again Emma blatantly refuses to tap as she starts making her way towards the ring ropes, however just as she’s about to reach the ring ropes Joanne drags her back to the middle of the ring.

Simone: Emma has nowhere to go this time! Joanne has it locked in tight!

Adams: We could be looking at a new Roulette Champion for the second week in a row!

Emma refuses to tap this time she’s able to power out of the Boston Grab sending Joanne face first into the matt, Joanne gets to her feet rather quickly whilst Emma is slower to get to her feet for obvious reasons and Joanne tries to take advantage of this by getting her in another submission hold, however Emma isn’t about to let that happen and instead hits her with another dropkick, Joanne gets back to her feet but is met with a running hurricanrana by Emma.

Simone: And just like that Emma’s back in the match!

Adams: But for how long?

Joanne gets to her feet clearly dazed by Emma’s move and Emma waits for her to get back to her feet so that she can follow it up with another attack, however when she charges in this time Joanne’s ready for her and meets her with a running knee to the midsection causing Emma to flip over onto her back, Joanne smirks cockily as she makes a belt motion around her waist.

Adams: That answers that question!

Simone: I’d hate to say it but this may go down in history as one of the shortest Bombshell Roulette Title reigns!

However Joanne takes too long celebrating her apparently inevitable victory as Emma is able to get back to her feet and hit Joanne with the Kia Kana!

Simone: Emma from out of nowhere with the Kia Kana!

Adams: But can she lock in a submission hold?

It’s obvious that Joanne is out for the count and despite the pain she’s obviously in Emma locks in a Dragon Sleeper on Joanne before she can recover, Joanne struggles for a few minutes but, much to Emma’s relief Joanne has no choice but to tap.

Justin: Here’s your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Emma Rose!

Simone: Great effort by both Bombshells but in the end it was Emma’s resolve and Joanne’s cockiness that proved to be Joanne’s downfall.

Adams: If anyone doubted Emma’s credentials as a champ before this match her effort tonight shut them up!

Drew gives Emma the belt which she takes happily raising the belt with one hand whilst clutching her stomach with the other, however she doesn’t get much of a chance to celebrate as a familiar face is making her way down to the ring.

Simone: Oh god, it’s Necra!

Adams: Why is she out here?

Emma lowers the belt hand as Joanne rolls out of the ring Necra climbs into the ring and has a stare down with Emma before raising her hand.

Simone: I thought Necra was going to attack!

Adams: Me too!

As Jericho is making his way through the backstage area he sways slightly bouncing off the walls gently. As he reaches the end of the hallway he sees a door, with the sign 'Ladies Locker Room' on it. Jericho thinks for a moment then simply barges in.

Hill: Hello.

Electra looks up startled at the voice that is obviously not Female. She's just finished lacing her boots. She raises an eyebrow at the man.

Electra: Uh... Are you lost?

She gives him a smile. Cocking his head to the side he smiles.

Hill: Do I look lost? Why would you think I'm lost? Is it because you don't think I should be here? If so why shouldn't I be here? Are you harboring some ill will towards me? I wouldn't think so.

Jericho extends his arms and spins in a circle.

Hill: Or is it because you don't think I should be in here because it says ladies on the door? If that's the reason, I must ask a question, do you believe in segregation? Do you hate men? Are you a succubus?

Electra shakes her head with a smile, standing she wipes her palms on the thighs of her wrestling shorts and comes toward him.

Electra: Well to be perfectly honest usually the only reason any man comes to the ladies dressing room is to catch a glimpse of some booty. I can't really fault you that. However, I don't believe in segregation and no, I don't hate men. I am happily married to a man and have a son who will one day be a man. I think we've come off to a bad start here. I'm Electra, I'm fairly new to SCW.

She holds out her hand like some kind of olive branch for the man to shake. Jericho stares at her hand then looks up into her eyes. His cold dead stare lingers there for a moment before clapping his hands.

Hill: Very well, I am Jericho and I didn't come here for pleasantries, I was actually hoping for a much greater audience. But I trust that you will get the message across for the rest of the locker room. You did not hire me, I practically begged for all of you to do so and since you didn't I have something to say. I am not above hurting women.

Jericho reaches over running his hand through her hair. Electra, recognizing the look in his eyes from previous relationships takes a step back but still continues to give him a smile, unwavering.

Electra: And I have been known on occasion to hurt a few men. Mr. Jericho, as I said I am new to SCW and I don't know if maybe you have some kind of history I should be aware of but I'm not like the other bombshells here. I'm not going to cower just because you want to play the bad guy. Now I don't think I've done anything in particular to warrant your hate but well, everyone has certain things they must do.

She once again extends her hand but there is doubt in her eyes he'll return the favour.

Electra: I didn't come here to make enemies. I admire your honesty though. I will just make sure to avoid being one of these women you have to hurt.

She continues to give him a genuine smile, not faulting.

Hill: I am simply telling the truth, and the truth is you did not do what was right, if you appear before my eyes. You will not have a kind greeting nor a gracious host.

Jericho backs away sticking his tongue out at her as he sways his head before exiting the locker room. Electra watches him leave and then rolls her eyes and returns back to where she was sitting, other things on her mind.

The scene cuts to the backstage area where Guns For Hire members Ethan Brody and Landon Axel come rushing through the entrance of the Stade de Shark XI, seeming to be a little bit on the frantic side. They are quickly followed by Connor Murphy, Jon Dough, and Jamie Staggs. Jessie Salco seems worried as she walks in with Steve Ramone, who seems to be putting on a brave face for her. Spike and Vixen are the last of the crew to enter, and both seem to be rather flustered. Once inside of the stadium, the tension eases a bit.

Ethan: What the hell was that all about, now?

Landon: Who ever heard of curfews past the age of 18?

Landon shakes his head in frustration, letting out a sigh. Spike shrugs his shoulders as his posture relaxes completely. Vixen pats his shoulders to ensure he stays calm as they continue to walk on.

Vixen: The Canadian Government said that travel here isn’t the safest idea. I’m sure the curfew is to help keep the citizens and few travelers safe.

Steve: Yeah, but I’m set to start my match soon and I still need to get in my gear. I’ve got a lot riding on this match with Deavon, and I can’t handle any distractions.

Steve walks along quicker than everyone else, trying to make it to the locker room area as quickly as possible. Spike makes a quick jog to catch up to Steve.

Spike: Steve, don’t worry. You’ve got this one in the bag as far as I am concerned. Don’t let Deavon’s lack of words get into your head.

Steve: I’m not letting that get to me. Getting hassled by the police and making us run a half an hour late isn’t even what is getting to me. It is the fact that I need this win, and I can’t have anything getting in my way tonight.

Steve seems a little more tense than usual as he continues walking along. A stagehand waves to get their attention before pointing down the hallway toward their locker room. Spike gives a nod before returning his attention back to Steve.

Spike: Look, I completely understand what you mean. I’ve had matches with just as much at stake. But, when you let it get to you that badly, it usually allows your enemy to get inside of your head that much easier. You have to calm down, take a deep breath, and go out there and do what you set out to do.

Steve nods his head, but in an “easier said than done” sort of manner. He continues walking at a brisk pace until he and Spike are far ahead of the rest of the group. They reach the locker room door and Steve flings it open as he and Spike enter.

Spike: Look, I know it might seem difficult to do, but just promise me that you will give it a try. I don’t want to see you ruin your chances because of your mind being elsewhere. Focus on the task at hand. And if you insist on staying tense, apply that to Deavon tonight, okay?

Steve’s nostrils flare up and he nods his head in understanding. Spike puts on his infamous confident smile as he pats Steve on the back. Steve begins pulling his ring gear out of his bag, organizing it.

Steve: You’re right. I didn’t want to make it personal tonight, but the way things are going between Gabriel and I, anyone who gets in the way is bound to become collateral damage. Thanks for the talk, Spike.

Spike: Any time, Steve. That’s what we are here for. Just go out there and do your best. I’ll let you get ready in peace to get your mind in order…

Steve nods his head as Spike walks over to the door again. He disappears through it as Steve takes in a very deep breath. He slowly exhales as he begins to get ready.

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 boo as the lyrics kick in.

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

Andrew appears at the top of the ramp with the Roulette Championship on his waist, with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo 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 with Casey following in tow, 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 booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew raises his arms as the fans boo louder as he hands the title to Casey. .

Andrew: I did what Brother Grimm, and I am sure a lot of others in the back thought I was unworthy of doing. I am sure that you all are thinking, “What has Andrew Garcia done in SCW to get a title shot?“ I go out and put my best effort week in and week out, and Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs took notice after Hot Stuff Mark Ward did. I proved all you naysayers wrong , and that was by dethrone him as Roulette Champion! In accomplishing this, I did something that my rival, Kain, was unable to accomplish a few weeks ago. Which means, despite the fact that he did escape the cage, and beat me to get the first crack at Brother Grimm, that I am better than him, seeing I defeated Grimm for the title whilst Kain could not. Kain, you won one battle, but know that, I will win the fucking war. You may think you are holier than thou because you are the so called King of Kings, but until you obtain gold again, you are more like the court jester!! When I defeat you in a singles match, I will prove that your victory over me was a fluke, and that you are a pathetic little man. I also was able to extend my undefeated streak in singles matches to 2-0-1.

Andrew and Casey then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks as Casey hands the Roulette title back to Andrew.

In the bosses' office backstage, we find a meeting of sorts taking place, as on one side of a large desk sits Christian Underwood, and on the other, Geno Junior, a young man Christian had seen raised since childhood. In his hands, Christian is examining a list, the very same list rambled off last week by miss Pussy Willow, as Gene Banton Junior looks on expectantly.

Christian: Wow. These are a lot of ... requests .. that you've got here Junior.

Junior: Oh I know Aunty Christian, but surely you concede I deserve them.

Christian glances up at the affectionate use of the nickname 'Aunty' directed at him. It annoyed him to no end, the use of this inflicted on him, but his protests always fell on deaf ears where Junior was concerned. Junior sits up straight and claps his palms together.

Junior: So! Where's the pen so I can sign my new contract?

Christian: Not so fast. There are a few ... problems .. with some of your demands, here kiddo.

Junior: Problems?

Junior exchanges a glance with his dad who seems not the least bit bothered.

Junior: What kind of problems? I didn't ask for anything unreasonable.

Christian arched a brow.

Christian: Really? Well first off, we can't have Pussy Willow take over introductions for all of your matches.

Junior: Why not?

Christian: Well for one, it's not her job. Two, it's Justin's job. Three... she filed a temporary restraining order against you.

Junior: She did not! ... Did she really?

Christian: `Fraid so, kiddo.

Junior: For how long?

Christian: Just until after the tour of Africa ends. Unless she opts for a renewal.

Junior shrugs nonchalantly.

Junior: Well hell. No biggie, I guess. Poor thing just couldn't trust herself to stay in a business-like state with yours truly.

Christian: Well, who could?

Junior clucked his tongue and winked at his 'Aunty' and beckoned for him to continue.

Christian: As for nobody being allowed to look at you... seriously? I mean, would you really want to deprive the masses, even if it is staff members, from gazing upon... that?

Junior looks down at himself and runs a hand along his shirt and glances back up with a thoughtful expression on his face. He finally yields and nods.

Junior: Okay, you have me there. Now, about a raise...

Christian: There wasn't anything in these demands about a raise, Junior. I...

Christian glances up from the list to find Junior running his hand up his shirt, just so happening to pulling it up and revealing a tantalizing glimpse of tanned flesh, namely the six-pack he has put so much effort into honing into perfection. Christian shakes his head, trying to clear it and jots something down.

Christian: I suppose maybe we can manage a raise.... but I can't guarantee you anything in regards to a head set microphone so you can...

Christian's brow creases as Junior leans back in his chair, sliding down into it just enough so his lower 'region' is at perfect eye view for Christian while his fingertips glide over his pecs, which he has now pulled his shirt up over. True, Junior was a real lover of the ladies but he knew how to push Christian's buttons and get what he wanted, and simply did not care. Christian tears himself away from the exhibition and starts scribbling something down feverishly.

Christian: One head set...! Now I hope you understand why we can't have your approved matches where you're on the other end of a camera.

Junior licks his forefinger and begins massaging his left nipple, glancing up coyly at his 'Aunty' who is clearly trying unsuccessfully to keep his mind on business and not the handsome young man putting on a show for him.

Christian: Junior... please! It's basic logic! You can't have a match where your opponent is in the ring and you're somewhere else!

Junior: Why not?

Christian: .......... You know, keep those looks. They'll come in handy one day. And this thing about using the owners' cars for personal use...!

Junior: You know what?

Junior interrupts, standing up from his chair and grasping at his belt buckle.

Junior: is anyone else getting hot in here?

Outside in the hallway, Mark Ward approaches the office door where Gene Senior is standing, playing on his phone.

HS: What the hell are you doing standing out here? I thought you were renegotiating a contract or something?

Gene Senior looks up and clicks his phone off and tucks it back into his pocket.

Goldenboy: Nah. Junior said he had this one. Wanted to try his own hand at negotiating his terms with Christian.

HS: With Christian.... are we talking about those insane demands he made last week?

Gene Senior chuckles and nods in the affirmative.

Goldenboy: Yup!

HS groans and hurriedly brushes past Gene.

HS: Oh CHRIST!

And Mark grasps the handle to the office door and jerks it open, and he and Gene Senior barge inside... to find a half naked Junior in his little black thong, sitting on the edge of the desk and Christian leaning W-A-Y back in his office chair but eyes glued to the sight in front of him. Junior turns his head, and acting as if nothing is out of the ordinary, smiles brightly.

Junior: Oh hey pop! What's up?

Gene Senior and Mark stare at the sight, then both lean over and stare at Christian who holds both hands up in innocence.

Christian: I DIDN'T TOUCH HIM!!!

Mark huffs and walks around the desk and grabs Junior by the arm, prying him from his seat and escorting him out the door, Christian's eyes never straying from the sight of the near nude form of Geno Junior.

HS: I think it might be better if we give ol' Christian here some space. I think he's about to punch a hole in the underside of the desk!

Gene Senior, shaking his head in disbelief, shoves his son's pants and shirt into his arm and escorts him toward the door.

Junior: Oops!

Junior 'accidentally' drops his shirt and bends over to retrieve it from thee floor, giving Christian a bird's eye view of...

CRASH!

Mark turns around and finds Christian passed out on the office floor. Junior breathes on his knuckles and winks at his dad.

Junior: You KNOW you're hot shit when you got the ladies and dudes wanting a piece of this!

And he struts out into the hall, wiggling his backside for good measure, as his father rolls his eyes and shuts the door behind him.

South Texas Deathride hits the speakers as the lights dim out.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas... Deavon Justice!

A solo green spot light shines down on Deavon Justice illuminating him, the crowd erupts with cheers, chanting his name. Deavon makes his way down to the ring with both hands outstretched to the side, touching hands with a few fans but never taking his eyes off the ring. Deavon climbs up in the ring then proceeds to stand on the middle rope facing the crowd outstretching his arms again soaking up the crowd cheers. He does this on all six sides of the ring as his music fades out.

Dangerous by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone.

Justin Decent: His opponent... from Queens, New York... “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!

As soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out and he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp. Once he reaches the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes. Steve jumps to the second rope, and poses for the fans.

Simone: Here we go!

Jacob Summers calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Deavon, and Steve lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. The two men struggle to get the early strength advantage. Deavon uses his strength advantage to send Steve Ramone flying across the ring.

Simone: Deavon Justice showing his size advantage early on.

Steve rolls through, and lands on his knees. Steve Ramone quickly hops back to his feet, and locks up again with Deavon Justice. After a few moments of jockeying for position, Steve drops down sending Deavon flipping through the air with a monkey flip. Deavon lands back first on the mat. Steve quickly takes advantage of his stunned opponent by springing off the second rope with a moonsault. Jacob drops down to count the first pinfall of the match.

1!

2!

Simone: Kickout at 2 by Deavon Justice!

Deavon shoves Steve off with force, and pulls himself back to his feet with assistance of the ropes. Steve is also back to his feet, and stays on the attack by dropkicking Deavon Justice. This sends him through the ropes, and to the outside. Steve pumps up the crowd before rushing to the far ropes to spring off and get momentum. Steve uses the top rope to flip over it, and to the outside onto Deavon Justice!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: And we have our first fecal chant of the match! Big move by The Fearless One Steve Ramone!

Simone: Steve Ramone took a risk, and it paid off!

Both men are slow to get to their feet. Jacob Summers starts his count.

1!

2!

Simone: Both men are down and out after that fantastic dive to the outside by The Fearless One Steve Ramone!

3!

Ramone pulls himself up with the help of the ring skirting. He wraps his fingers around the bottom rope, and makes it back to his feet.

4!

Simone: Ramone... first to his feet!

5!

Steve catches his breath before making his way over to where Deavon Justice is.

6!

Simone: Referee Jacob Summers is up to 7!

7!

Steve hauls Deavon back to his feet.

8!

Steve rolls Deavon Justice under the bottom rope breaking the count.

9!

Steve slides in under the bottom rope, but is cut off a Deavon Justice boot to the head! Deavon stomps him a few more times for good measure.

Simone: Deavon Justice laying in some stiff boots to “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone! Deavon is signaling for something!

Deavon double underhooks Steve Ramone’s arms. He runs his thumb across his throat.

Simone: Deavon Justice is going for the Rigamortis! This could be all over right now!

Deavon attempts to lift Steve, but Ramone blocks it and sends Deavon crashing to the mat with a back body drop. Steve Ramone falls forward, catching himself on the second rope. He steadies himself, recovering from the onslaught of boots from Deavon Justice.

Simone: Great reversal by Steve Ramone!

Deavon Justice bounces off the mat, but quickly gets back to his feet. He turns around to continue his attack, but walks right into...

CRACK!

Simone: LIGHTS OUT FOR DEAVON JUSTICE!

Steve plants his boot flush on the button sending Deavon Justice unconscious to the canvas.

Adams: FEARLESS SHOT! Perfectly placed boot on the chin as always by “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone! Nobody gets up from the Fearless Shot!

Jacob Summers is in perfect position to count the pinfall. Steve Ramone hooks the legs of Deavon Justice for good measure.

1!

2!

3!

Simone: And, that’s all she wrote for Deavon Justice here tonight. Steve picks up the victory here tonight with The Fearless Shot!

Justin Decent: The winner of this match... “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!

The lights in the arena fall dark as Steve celebrates.

Adams: Oh not again!

Lightning cracks across the screen, getting everyone's attention. Gabriel's face appears on the screen, instantly causing boos.

Gabriel: Give him a microphone Justin, he's gonna need it.

Justin Decent hands Steve a microphone before leaving the ring.

Gabriel: Well look at you Steve. You've picked up a win, now that doesn't happen very often, does it?

A wide smirk crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: Now Steve, I've been listening to you very closely for a long time, listening to all the words falling from your rancid little mouth, but it was water of a ducks back, until you started talking about my family, my Seven Deadly Sins, my wife Odette, and there's where I sat up and started to listen a little closer.

Gabriel pauses for a second.

Gabriel: You stepped on very dangerous ground Steve. You don't sit there and insult a man's family and not expect him to respond in kind. Let me ask you this Steve. Where do you think I am right now?

Steve leans on the ropes, looking up at Gabriel.

Gabriel: I mean I stuck to my word I didn't get myself involved in your match, so where do you think I am?

Steve's eyebrows lower, a look curiosity on his face.

Gabriel: I'm in Queens, New York.... now why would I be in New York?

Steve's face turns to pure anger.

Gabriel: The morons in the arena don't get it, but you do, don't you Steve?

Gabriel points his hand down and the camera turns around to show a young girl, sitting on a chair, looking at a snowy television screen.

Adams: Is that Steve Ramone's daughter?

Simone: That bastard!

Steve: YOU BASTARD! IF YOU HURT HER I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MAKE YOU TERRIFIED TO ENTER ANOTHER RING AFTER OUR MATCH AT THE SUPERCARD!

Gabriel: Oh Steve, has that made you a little upset there? That evil bastard Gabriel has Steve's little girl, someone call the police!

Gabriel holds up his hand.

Gabriel: Before you all reach for your phones, no crime has actually been committed here. It would be a crime if I never had permission to have her here, wouldn't it? I mean that would be honest to God kidnap, would it not? But Steve, I'm smarter than that.

Gabriel smiles as he points to his right hand side, the camera moves to show Charlotte Ramone sitting next to her daughter. The crowd gasps in shock.

Simone: That low down mother f

Adams: flounder!

Steve stands their seething as he runs a hand down his face,

Gabriel: See Steve, you're a bit of a let down on every level. Charlie baby, why don't you tell Steve why there's no crime here.

The camera moves to Charlotte's face, her eyes very glazed over, and her voice very monotone.

Charlotte: We want to be here Steve.

Gabriel: Did you hear that Steve? They want to be here. There's nothing you can do about that, nor the police, nor Jesus Christ himself. Now Steve, I'm not all bad, I don't want to hurt them, I want to hurt you. You were the one who verbally attacked my family with piss poor attempts at humor, now I'm showing you how to really use someone's family to your advantage. Your family will be returned to you, but here's what I want. I'm gonna be in Africa next week, and I want a little chat with you in the ring Steve, but I want assurances here.

Adams: What?

Gabriel: I want a guarantee that you will not lay your hands on me, or my wife, or my family and I will do the same with yours. This is the part you agree Steve because if not, this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to start blocking memories from their heads, faster than you can burp. I will warp their minds so much they will forget you ever existed. Now, could you imagine that Steve? Your little girl not calling you Daddy anymore because she has no idea who you are, could you imagine your wife screaming rape, every time you put your hands on her, because you're a stranger to her?

Gabriel smirks.

Gabriel: I will block so many memories from their head Steve the term brainwashing will have a whole new meaning. DO YOU HEAR ME STEVE? I WILL DESTROY YOU AND YOUR FAMILY FOR GOOD! Now say it Steve! Tell the good people that you will not touch me, or my wife or my family, before I start pulling memories from their heads. DO IT STEVE! DO IT!

Steve puts the mic to his lips again glaring daggers at Gabriel.

Steve: You bastard! I won’t lay a finger on you until the Supercard but when that time comes I’ll make you wish that you were never born!

Gabriel: Good choice Steve. Now you have my word you will be reunited with your lovely little family right after the Supercard. I hope you've learned your lesson about family Steve, for the sake of your soul, I hope you have.

Gabriel fades from the screen, Steve practically throws Justin’s mic down in anger before storming out of the ring and to the backstage area, and the look on his face says it all, he is furious.

Simone: I can't believe what I just witnessed.

Adams: Gabriel is taking this way too far.

---

The scene opens backstage on one of the newest Bombshells – Electra Styles – as she prepares for the tag match against Delia and Veronica aka The Mean Girls. As she turns to grab some tape, she spots Amy Marshall heading down the corridor and shouts after her.

Electra: Hey Amy… can I have a quick chat with you about the Mean Girls?

Amy stops and turns, knowing that the very mention of they Mean Girls would catch her attention.

Amy: What about them?

Amy said with some annoyance in her voice.

Electra: I’m not sure about Cynthia, but I am a little concerned that Delia and Veronica might pull some dirty tricks during the match and…

Before Electra could finish voicing her concerns, Amy butted in…

Amy: And you thought you could ask me or Karina for help?

Electra: Uh or at least keep an eye on things.

Electra said shrugging as she tested the water.

Amy: I…

And before Amy could say anything else, someone from behind grabs her by the hair and pushes hard and forcefully into the wall, the camera’s then quickly pan around to see Delia looking down at Amy, as Veronica and Angelica appear close behind all laughing and applauding. Electra tries to help but with Veronica and Angelica around, they grab Electra and shove her into an empty room and lock it. Where she shouts and screams to be let out. Meanwhile Delia grabs Amy by the once more and pull her up, so that Amy is one her knees.

Delia: A familiar position for you, no?

Delia sneers, before she slaps the taste out of Amy’s mouth before grabbing her hair once again and pulling her to her feet and goes to hit Amy again, but instead Amy shoves Delia back but before she could do anything else, Veronica charges in and shoves Amy into the wall once more and drives her knee into Amy’s stomach a few times. Stopping for a moment, she watches on as Amy slides down the wall to the ground, clutching her stomach and coughing.

Delia: Did you like z’at, Amy?

Delia screamed into Amy’s face, as Veronica, Delia and Angelica all laughed, before laying in boots to her prone body. As they continue beating on Amy, they don’t realise that Karina is now stood behind them, until she grabs Angelica by the arm and spinning her around and hitting her with an uppercut, which stuns angelica and gives Karina the opening and grabs Veronica by the hair and pulls her away, but Veronica has other ideas and they start brawling – trading punches back and forth. Delia stops and turns to see Angelica leaning against an packing crate trying to shake the cobwebs off before turning to see Veronica and Karina beating on each other. Looking back at Amy, she is satisfied that she won’t be doing anything, she goes to help Veronica and dives at Karina, knocking her off her feet.

Delia: Angelica, are you with us?

Angelica: Yeah…

Angelica replies as she rubs at her jaw.

Delia: Good. Make over time.

Delia instructed Angelica, before going back to Karina as the three traded punches back and forth. Angelica stood to her feet and grabbed a small bag that sat on a table and pulled out two marker pens and headed over to Delia, where she handed a pen to Delia before heading back to Amy. It was then, Veronica, Delia and Angelica all with the upper hands, Angelica grabbed Amy by the hair, and Delia with Veronica holding onto Karina lift the pens up and as just as they were about to pull the lids off, security appeared.

Angelica: Security! Scatter!

Angelica shouts, as she, Veronica and Delia drop their pens and quickly run, as security fill the scene as they as well as other check on Amy and Karina. While someone else unlocks the door to let Electra out, who sees Karina and Amy on the floor. The scene soon fades with security and EMT’s checking on Amy and Karina as a couple of security guards head off to find the Mean Girls.

---

The lights in the stadium cut out and a small dim red spotlight shines on the entry way. After a brief moment a disturbing voice over is heard...

“And behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him..."

GONG!

GONG!

'For Whom the Bell Tolls' by Metallica rings through the packed arena as an oversized beast of a man walks out from backstage. Standing nearly 7 feet tall, the large man named Deimos stands at the top of the ramp and raises his fists high in the air and screams out into the crowd. Standing about seven or eight feet behind him is his manager, the incomparable JJ Dixon in an overpriced suit and his Italian leather shoes. Deimos is wearing dark cargo pants tucked into black combat boots and an army green heavy vest. Across his face sits his disturbing looking leather and metal mask covering his mouth and nose. He lowers his arms as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up on the apron before stepping over the top rope completely. JJ follows him into the ring and walks over to the side of the six-sided square and snatches a microphone from Justin. Just as he is about to speak the Congo natives shower him with deafening boos. JJ smiles before stretched out both arms to the side and raising them up over and over, encouraging the crowd to keep booing him as he smiles. Finally the crowd dies down and JJ begins what is sure to be a monologue.

JJ: My name is JJ Dixon and I am the most badass wrestling genius this world has ever seen. I am the greatest promoter that ever lived and I am the advocate for the future of sports entertainment; the “God of Terror”, the “Pale Rider” himself, Deimos!

The crowd boos some more as Deimos raises his arms up again.

JJ: Last week you all witnessed what this machine of destruction is capable of. You saw first hand what power…what REAL power looks like. There is no man, nor myth, that is greater in strength or ability than the man known as Deimos, the future of sports entertainment.

JJ loosens his tie a bit.

JJ: This beast of a human deserves the credit that he has coming to him. He deserves to be recongnized as the reckoning that he is…the CHAMPION that he is…

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!

JJ: It has come to my attention that your paper champion, Simon Jones-

The crowd cuts him off with a MEGA-POP for Simon.

JJ: Pardon me I’m still talking!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!

JJ: It has come to my attention that this pathetic excuse of a champion Simon Jones has not only been awarded the opportunity to select his opponent at this upcoming Supercard but that also he has in fact made a decision. He has chosen ACW Champion Sean Jackson. Now while I can’t complain about someone of Jackson’s resume and pedigree getting a shot at the SCW Heavyweight title I think some things have to be said.

He pushes up his tinted glasses.

JJ: There is a mockery being made of the SCW Heavyweight title. Some one back there, and it sure as hell ain’t Mark Ward, is coddling Simon Jones. Someone back there is going out of their way to make things easy for your precious champion. I say enough is enough. It’s about time Simon defended his pitiful excuse of a title reign against the only reign that truly matters…the Reign of Terror!

The crowd showers Dixon with boos again.

JJ: For days now I have expressed my sentiments to anyone who will listen. I have made my opinions known. I have directly challenged Simon Jones and what does he do? He ignores me. He’s so afraid of the mere idea of getting in the ring with the future of this business that he can’t even bring himself to answer me. So…Simon…for everyday that you turn your back to the ‘rightful’ number one contender to your title…Deimos is going to hurt someone. He is going to make you and everyone else painfully aware as to why he is in fact the future of sports entertainment and the true God of Terror. Deimos…

Dixon nods to his monster as the oversized man walks out of the ring. He grabs two steel chairs and tosses them into the ring.

Simone: What’s going on here?

Adams: It looks like Deimos is grabbing some chairs.

Simone: Thank you Jason for that riveting play-by-play.

After Deimos tosses the chairs into the ring he turns toward a young man sitting at the timekeeper’s table. He walks over hurriedly and grabs him by the throat.

Adams: He can’t do that.

Deimos picks him up and tosses him into the steel barricade and is met with a chorus of boos. He runs over and smashes his foot on the man’s face as he tries to get back up to his feet. Deimos grabs his limp body and rolls him into the ring. He steps up on to the apron and then in one-motion steps over the top rope. He grabs both chairs and opens them up, staging them across from one on another with the seats touching each other.

Simone: This can’t be good.

Deimos picks the fallen timekeeper up off of the mat and gets him set in powerbomb position.

Adams: Somebody do something! This guy is helpless!

Before Deimos can do what he was planning a SCW security officer runs down into the ring and breaks it up. Deimos tossed the timekeeper back down to the mat and turns his attention to the security officer. The officer pushes Deimos in the chest and tells him to back off.

Simone: Umm…I don’t think that was a good idea.

Out of anger Deimos grabs the man by the throat. He lifts him up high in the air and chokeslams him through the two chairs.

*CRASH!*

Almost immediately after the slamming the security officer down Deimos grabs the timekeeper and sets him up in powerbomb position again.

Simone: He’s not gonna…

Adams: I think he’s gonna…

Deimos lifts the young man high in the air in a Last Ride and sends the timekeeper crashing through the chairs and on top of the fallen security guard.

Simone: FALL TO HELL! Right on top of the security officer! What has JJ Dixon unleashed on us, Jason?...Jason? Jason get out from under the table!!!!

Adams: He’s scary Belinda!

Simone: You’re a grown man for Christ’s sake.

Adams: I want my mommy.

For Whom the Bell Tolls’ begins to play again as JJ Dixon claps in applause for his client before both men leave the ring as the SCW medical staff comes out to tend to the fallen men in the ring.

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Heading straight backstage Jessie Salco is standing next to Ms Rocky Mountains, as the fans start a loud nXt chant Jessie smiles brightly as Rocky starts the interview.

Rocky: I’m standing here with New Xtremes member Jessie Salco, now Jessie I just want to get your feelings on Odette Stevens and why you think she hasn’t replied to your match request?

The fans boo loudly at the mention of Odette’s name bringing another smile to Jessie’s face.

Jessie: Well Rocky, Odette’s silence only leads me to believe that she is scared to face me. I mean it’s the only viable reason why she has blatantly ignored my challenge. It’s smart really, I guess Odette knows that I have enough dirt on her to murder her, but the saddest part is...

Before Jessie can continue she’s cut off by a loud but sweet female voice.

Melody: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!!!

Jessie and Rocky look towards Melody confused as she comes into the set dressed up as cat woman, complete with a small set of cat ears on her head.

Jessie: Can I help you?

As Jessie looks Melody up and down Odette’s best friend just smirks wildly.

Melody: First of all no, I don’t need help I’m a super villain duh and second of all you need to pump the breaks.

Jessie: I’m sorry what?

Melody takes a step up towards Jessie not backing down from the nXt member.

Melody: You heard me, it’s time for you to shut up and listen to me and listen to me properly because I’m only going to say this once... Odette is not afraid of you and Odette is not worried about whatever fantasy plays in your mind that leads you to believe its dirt. Jessie you want to know why Odette hasn’t answered your challenge?

Rolling her eyes Jessie just plays along and shrugs her shoulders.

Jessie: Enlighten me.

Licking her bright red lips Melody continues.

Melody: Because you’re not worth it, you’re a joke, you’re pathetic... Do you honestly think Odette would waste one of her few contractual matches here in Sin City Wrestling on someone like you?

Jessie started to lose her cool as she took a step up towards Melody who was acting very out of character.

Jessie: Oh look this is just further confirmation that Odette is afraid of me; she sent her lap dog to warn me off.

Melody: Wow you really are dumb, I’m a cat you nincompoop.

Melody points to the ears on top of her head but Jessie isn’t interested.

Jessie: I don’t give a flying fuck what you are, you listen to me... you tell Odette that if she doesn’t want to face me that’s fine, but if she thinks she can fob me off by sending someone like you.

Jessie pokes Melody in the chest to make her point.

Jessie: a low life, ass kisser like you to reject my challenge she has another thing coming, consider this her warning Melody, originally I gave her one week and she has pushed that out to three and I guess you could say I don’t feel like making idle threats anymore... so how about you take this back to Odette and tell her she needs to reconsider.

Jessie launches forward and looks as if she is going to take a swing at the loveable Melody Grace’s face but out of nowhere Jessie is speared into the hard concrete wall behind her by an unknown female. The muscular woman makes it up to her feet and stalks over Jessie as Jessie tries to shake the impact off.

Adams: Who the hell is that animal?

The screen behind Melody, Rocky, Unknown lady and Jessie comes to life, showing Odette’s beautiful face with a wicked smile plastered all over it.

Odette: I’m sorry Jessie, what were you saying? I couldn’t hear you over your screams of mercy. You wanna play little girl? We can play but let’s get this straight I will never give into you; just like that. I will never give you what you want just because you asked for it.

The unknown lady reaches down and grabs onto Jessie’s hair pulling her up so she can see Odette on the TV screen.

Odette: You want to give me an ultimatum? You want to give me a deadline? Honey I make the rules around here, I’m the one that controls you, so don’t think for one single second that you’re free to run around pretending to be a big deal. Jessie the only thing big about you is that gaping hole between your legs, so stop making yourself out to be something special... let’s face it, your washed up and hell that’s saying something because you didn’t even get a chance to jump off the blocks.

Jessie tries to squirm free from the unknown lady’s hands but she just gets pushed into the wall harder.

Odette: You want a match with me so bad Jessie? Prove it? Beg for it... show the whole world that you want to face me so damn badly that you’re willing to drop to your knees and plead for it... You shouldn’t have a problem with doing so, on your knees seems to be a comfortable position for you.

Jessie once again tries to free herself but the unknown lady increases the pressure of the hold on Jessie’s head and shoulder.

Odette: Now you’ll excuse me for not doing this in person Jessie. I just wanted to prove to you that even though I’m miles away from you, in fact I’m basically on the other side of the world, that I still in fact control you.

A massive boo for Odette mixed with an nXt chant starts in the arena.

Odette: Now Melody you have done me proud baby girl... and Ivy, Ivy, Ivy... play times over... next time I promise you it won’t be cut short.

The unknown woman who has now been identified as Ivy smirks wildly but stays silent, dropping her hold of Jessie she takes a step back while wiping her hands together. Melody smiles proudly and she takes the microphone out of Rocky’s hand.

Melody: I hope you enjoyed the preview Jessie because next time Odette won’t be so kind with her instructions to Ivy... oh and trust me Ivy could break every bone in your body before you even knew you had the chance to scream for help.

Odette: That’s right Jessie, now... think about it is it really worth trying to get my attention? Is it really worth your career? If so Jessie than all you have to do is beg for it; like the dog you are. I’ll see you next week and if you want to face me so bad at the next super card Jessie that only gives you a week to do so.

With a sarcastic wave Odette blew Melody and kiss, which Melody caught and held against her chest. The screen that Odette was on flashed up with the SCW logo as Odette had clearly finished her bit for tonight. Melody handed the microphone back to Rocky and dusted of her cat girl outfit before signalling to Ivy it was time to go. Ivy just stood there her eyes locked on Jessie as Jessie made her way back to her feet. As the two looked as if they were going to lock up but Melody stood in between them and managed to push the silent female away out of the scene. Rocky checked on Jessie as the cameras drifted from backstage to the ring.

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We wander backstage to find Vixen standing inside of the NXT locker room, stretching out her leg against the bench. The crowd cheers at the sight of her backside pointed toward the camera. The camera comes around to see her fit leg as he fingers run across it. Next to her on the bench is the Bombshell Championship. She slowly switches up her legs, stretching the other. Before long, Spike Staggs walks in behind her, sneaking up slowly. He comes up behind her and quickly wraps his arms around her. He chuckles as she refuses to break her stretch.

Spike: Did I startle you, my love?

Vixen: If I didn’t hear your footsteps as you approached, then I might have jumped a little… but I did, and you didn’t…

Vixen chuckles in return as Spike leans over, kissing the side of her neck. She moans a bit as she releases her leg. She straightens her posture as she reaches behind, grabbing onto the back of his head, pulling him in closer for a single, passionate kiss. As she releases, Spike smirks, raising his eyebrows at her.

Spike: I can think of a few ways you could warm up for this match that might be more beneficial.

Vixen: If only there were time…

Spike: We can make them wait for just a little longer, can’t we? I’m sure there is some mischief going on somewhere around this place to keep the cameras busy…

Vixen: If we want to put on a show at some point tonight… then there isn’t enough time…

The audience “oooooooh”s in response to Vixen’s quip as she picks up the Bombshell Championship. She places it over her shoulder as Spike hunches over a bit, a comical look on his face as he nearly pants his tongue out. Vixen gives him a wink and a kiss on the lips as she passes him up. Spike limps forward, but grabs onto her arm, spinning her around, staring down into her deep, dark eyes, giving her a smile.

Spike: You think you can get away with teasing me like that, hm? Just know that we are going to celebrate your victory… a little later. Maybe we can make it to Madagascar by next week…

Vixen’s eyes flare up in anticipation as she leans up, quickly kissing his lips one last time. She pulls away, but Spike keeps hold of her hand, bringing it up to his lips. He stares wantonly at her as he gently speaks to her.

Spike: I wish you would let me come down to the ring with you… I don’t trust this Cyrus piece of trash. I don’t want him getting any ideas.

Vixen: I want you to heal that knee before you come down to the ring with me. And besides, I can take care of myself. I would dare him to try that brainwashing garbage on me.

Spike: I still don’t trust it. I am going to keep a close eye on things, and I swear to God, if he even tries to touch you, I will…

Vixen leans off of the doorway and walks over to Spike, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down just a little bit. She stares into Spike’s eyes silently for just a moment before speaking.

Vixen: Spike, listen to my words. If he tries a single thing, I won’t hesitate to kick him where it hurts. Maybe then, Roxi won’t have anything stopping her from leaving that scumbag.

Spike: That doesn’t change the fact that I will be watching very, verrrrrrry closely…

Vixen: Well then I suppose I will just have to give you something to really watch, hm?

Vixen kisses him deeply once more before letting go, and practically flaunting it in front of Spike as she walks to the door. She looks over her shoulder, making sure she has his attention as she walks to the door. She grips the frame as she slowly turns the corner, letting him savor it as she disappears. Spike stands there with his mouth open for a second before turning toward the shower area.

Spike: I’m going to need a cold shower before and after this match…

Spike disappears as we fade out.

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The lights in the arena drop down as a pink glow takes over the stage. The fans look on in wonderment. “Chick Habit” by April March hits over the PA system as the lights begin to flash like cameras from all over the arena. The fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans in. Veronica Taylor pushes through the curtains with an arrogant smirk on her face. Following almost instantly is Delia, with Angelica by her side.

Simone: That is very unusual for Delia, letting someone make their appearance before she does.

Justin: The following contest is a Tag Team Match, and is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 251 pounds, they are Delia and Veronica Taylor… The MEEEEEEEEAN GIRRRRRRRRRRLS!

Delia is wearing a black and white vertical striped gown that hugs onto her curves tightly. She is also wearing a large sun hat that matches, with her two toned hair underneath. She comes up next to Veronica on the stage, just at the head of the ramp. As the fans boo them, Veronica yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos. Delia runs her tongue over her black lips as she poses as well. The two exchange a glance after a moment, and then they keep walking the runway strut down to the ring, stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show themselves off with some poses, Veronica showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring apron. Delia slowly walks up the ring steps in an elegant fashion. She joins Veronica in doing another arrogant model pose. Veronica whips off her boots, just as Delia rips off the skirt portion of her outfit to show off a matching black and white striped swimsuit. Veronica orders the ref to hold the ring rope down for them, which she does. They then enter the ring, walking around with their hands in the air posing some more and yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class as the music cuts. Delia walks over to the ropes, grabbing a microphone from Justin Decent. She walks to the center of the ring, ripping her hat off of her head as she tosses it to the outside of the ring next to the skirt portion of her outfit.

Delia: You really shouldn’t be booing us, people! We came all z’e way to z’is God Forsaken country, to put on a show for you! And z’is is how you repay us? You should feel honored to be in z’e presence of such beauty… such class… such style!

Delia stops as the audience boos her some more. Her thick French accent seems to linger on for a moment as she pulls the microphone away from her lips. She shakes her head in disgust as Veronica holds her hand out for the microphone. Delia hands it over begrudgingly and Veronica looks angrily out to the audience.

Veronica: Boo us all you want, but that doesn’t change the fact that we are better than you! We will always be better than you! Digest that while we kick some ass, you idiots!

Veronica hands the microphone back out to Justin as she slowly turns, looking out to the audience. She takes her diamond necklace off and places it on the turnbuckle near their corner.

Justin: Introducing their opponents! At a total combined weight of 250 pounds, first from Charlotte, North Carolina, accompanied by her husband James, 'the Nurse' Cynthia Warren!

“Get Well Soon" by Reggie & The Full Effect blasts all over the speakers. As it does the beautiful Cindy Warren emerges from the back accompanied by her husband James. She smiles as she is wearing a stethoscope around her neck. She holds the end to the crowd to check the life of the crowd and they welcome her with loud cheers. She grins as she stretches her arms out and slaps the hands of the people cheering her on. She slides into the ring and slowly rises to her feet. She proudly raises her hands in the air and waits for her partner to come out.

Justin: And her tag team partner! From Caledon, Ontario, Electra Styles!

"Electric" by Shawn Desmond plays and Electra makes her way to the top of stage. The crowd roars and she blows a kiss out to them then starts to walk down the ramp waving to fans on the way down. She hops onto the apron then seductively slides into the ring. Once in the ring she blows a kiss with both hands out to the crowd then begins talking with Cynthia.

Simone: One would think the Mean Girls would have the edge here tonight, being a team from the get go.

Adams: Right! And this is the first time Electra and Cynthia have ever teamed.

Simone: Still, both Cynthia Warren and Electra Styles have impressed since the very start of their careers so Veronica and Delia will have a fight on their hands.

Veronica elects to begin for the Mean Girls, as Electra does for her own team. Their partners step out to their corners and Jasmine calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the sound of the bell, Veronica and Electra go right after one another and lock up, collar and elbow. The two struggle until Veronica uses a handful of hair to get the advantage and drag Electra back up against the ropes. Jasmine orders a break and starts to count...

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

When Electra returns the favor and grabs Veronica by the hair and pulls her into the ropes. Jasmine orders her to break and Electra goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Veronica reverses it. Veronica swings wildly as she comes off but Electra ducks, rebounds, ducks a second swing, then comes off and crashes into Taylor with a high cross body!

1.....
Veronica kicks out!

Veronica is right up and she charges at Electra and Styles takes her to the canvas first with a drop toe hold, and then catches her with an arm drag. Electra takes control of her arm and twists it into an arm wringer and tags Cynthia into the match. Cynthia drives an elbow down into Veronica's exposed arm and twists it twice, sending Taylor into a screeching fit. Veronica yanks her down by a handful of hair but Cynthia kips up. Veronica yanks her down again, but a second time, 'the Nurse' kips right back to her feet. Cynthia twists her arm again and runs up a corner and throws Veronica across the mat with a flying arm drag. Cynthia starts after her but Veronica ducks into the ropes, prompting Jasmine to ward Cynthia back off.

Adams: Wow. Cynthia and Electra have been pretty good so far as a team, haven't they?

Simone: Yes they have but it's still very early in this match.

Veronica slowly steps back into the ring, but before Cynthia can go after her, Taylor tags her own partner, Delia, into the match. The crowd boos as the arrogant Delia Darling steps inside of the ring and she and Cynthia lock up. Delia quickly grabs her into a front facelock but Cynthia uses the leverage to force her back into her own corner where Delia is pinned in and Electra tags back in. Electra and Cynthia both send Delia into the ropes and connect with a dual dropkick!

Simone: Impressive team work by the first-time team.

The statuesque Electra drags Delia to her feet as Cynthia ducks out to her corner. Electra goes to send Delia into the corner with an Irish whip but Delia reverses it and sends Electra in instead. Delia charges right in after her but Electra leapfrogs over her and brings Delia down to the mat with a backslide pin.

1.....
2.....
Delia gets her shoulder up.

Electra grabs her and sends Delia into the near corner and she presses her boot into the throat of the arrogant French Bombshell, choking her out as Jasmine issues her count!

1...
2...
3...
4... Electra breaks.

Simone: Electra Styles is roughing things up with the Mean Girls before Delia or Veronica really even have a chance.

Adams: Well you know what they say. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you -- just do it first.

Electra grabs two handfuls of Delia's hair and snapmares her over, then leapfrogs over her head, rebounds off the ropes and strikes with a shining wizard knee strike. Electra with the cover.

1.....
2.....
Veronica rushes in and pulls Electra off by the ankle.

Simone: veronica with the save but I'm not sure that Delia needed it.

Adams: Naw. We've seen Delia in some pretty tough fights.

Electra pulls her up and goes to send her into the ropes but Delia reverses it. Electra hits the ropes and Veronica reaches in and hits her in the back with a forearm strike. Electra spins around and takes a swing at Taylor, but Veronica moves and Delia clotheslines Electra in the back of the head!

Simone: And that's where the experience of the Mean Girls comes into play!

Adams: Where the dirty tactics comes into play you mean!

Delia starts stomping down onto Electra and tags Veronica in. The two Mean Girls send Electra into the ropes and jump, nearly decapitating Styles with a double lariat. Delia exits the ring as Veronica covers Electra.

1.....
2.....
Electra kicks out.

Veronica throws her back down and covers her again, this time hooking the leg.

1.....
2.....
Electra kicks out again and Veronica screams out in frustration.

Veronica drags her up to her feet and Electra starts fighting her off, throwing wild forearms into Veronica's head, stunning the Mean Girl as the crowd rallies behind her. Electra then fires her into the ropes and goes for a dropkick but Veronica hangs onto the ropes, causing Styles to crash heavily to the canvas. Veronica begins strutting around the ring, wiggling her hips and pointing to her head.

Adams: She's wasting time.

Veronica then covers Electra, hooking her leg again.

1.....
2.....
Electra kicks out!

Veronica jumps to her feet and begins screaming in Jasmine's face, demanding that it was three. Jasmine holds up two fingers, indicating the count and Veronica answers back by shoving the referee! Jasmine stares hard at her -- and shoves her right back, knocking her to the canvas much to the crowd's delight!

Adams: You do NOT put your hands on Jasmine!

Delia jumps into the ring and she gets in Jasmine's face as well, arguing while Electra starts to crawl toward her corner. The Mean Girls notice finally and both rush over and grab Electra by the feet, dragging her away from Cynthia. Jasmine forces Delia back out of the ring as Veronica drags Electra back to her corner by the hair. Veronica sits on the top turnbuckle and wraps her arms around Styles's throat, choking her with added leverage as Jasmine starts her count!

1...
2...
3...
4... Veronica releases her and dumps a choking Electra to the canvas. Veronica hops down and tags Delia back into the match.

Delia hauls Electra to her feet and sends her reeling with a hard bitch slap across the face, then takes two handfuls of her hair and biel tosses her the hard way across the ring. Electra finds herself in the corner and Delia runs in and lands on her sternum, bouncing up and down with a Bronco Buster as Veronica points and laughs from her corner. Delia climbs off and drags Electra back to the center of the ring and covers her.

1.....
2.....
Electra gets her shoulder up.

Simone: Give Electra Styles credit! She has a lot of fight in her.

Delia drags Electra up and tags Veronica, then steps out. Veronica starts taunting Cynthia, and draws the Nurse into the ring. Jasmine heads Cynthia off as the Mean Girls begin double teaming Electra in the corner, Delia choking her with the tag rope as Veronica assaults her with punches and kicks! Jasmine gets Cynthia out of the ring and turns around and Veronica brings Electra out of the corner with a snapmare by the hair. Veronica then stands on her hair and pulls on Styles's arms in an agonizing standing hairpull as Jasmine counts and Styles screams in pain!

Adams: Oh it SUCKS to be her!

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

Suddenly Electra uses her long legs to kick up and rolls Veronica up into a victory roll package!

1.....
2.....
Veronica kicks out!

Electra tries to make a fast tag but Veronica cuts her of with a clubbing blow and tags Delia back in. Delia pulls the taller Styles to her feet and up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry.

Simone: Delia's stronger than she appears.

And Delia begins disorienting Electra with an airplane spin. Around and around she goes and Delia then just dumps her from her shoulders, face-first to the mat. Delia kicks her over onto her back and covers her.

1.....
2.....
Delia pulls her up!

Simone: What the...!?

Adams: She pulled her up!? She might have had her right there!

Simone: Oh that is going to come back to haunt Delia Darling.

Veronica smiles and applauds in approval as Delia sends Electra hard into the corner. Delia strikes a smug pose, then charges in and goes for a monkey flip -- but Electra holds on and Delia crashes onto the back of her head! The crowd starts cheering as Cynthia is jumping up and down, begging for the tag!

Adams: You know how you said it would haunt Delia? I think we need an exorcism!

Delia holds the back of her head and reels on the mat as Electra slowly crawls toward her corner. Veronica jumps in to cut her off, but Electra springs forward and gets the tag!

Adams: Cynthia's back in the game! And by game I mean the real match, not some imaginary efed match.

A fresh and infuriated Cynthia Warren springs over the ropes and dropkicks Veronica in the chest, knocking her to the mat! Cynthia grabs Delia and throws repeated kicks into her body, stunning the heelish beauty and then jumps, striking her with a standing Enzugari to the back of the head! Delia crumbles to the mat and Cynthia covers her, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Veronica jumps to break it up but Cynthia rolls out of the way and Veronica accidentally frog splashes her own partner, much to her horror!

Simone: Oh that was a bad mistake to make!

Adams: How forgiving do you think Delia Darling is?

Cynthia grabs both Delia and Veronica by a handful of hair and slams their heads into one another with a noggin knocker! Veronica crashes to the mat and rolls to her corner as 'the Nurse' Irish whips Delia into the ropes and goes for a roundhouse kick but Delia ducks under! Delia rebounds and swings for a clothesline but Cynthia ducks this and German suplexes her over into a bridge!

1.....
2.....
Delia kicks out!

Before Cynthia can stop her, Delia quickly falls back to her corner and tags her partner. Cynthia runs over and brings Veronica into the match the hard way, flipping her over and inside! Cynthia grabs her in a front facelock, hooks a leg and brings her up and over into a fisherman's suplex!

1.....
2.....
Veronica kicks out.

Simone: The Mean Girls had complete control of this match but damn, has it slipped from their grasp!

Cynthia drags the stunned Mean Girl over to her corner and tags Electra back in. The two young women lift Veronica up into a double suplex position, use the ropes for a slingshot effect and bring her crashing down.

Adams: Slingshot suplex!

As Cynthia ducks out, Electra pulls Veronica up, setting her up onto her shoulders for the Electric Rage, but Delia makes the save, hitting her in the back from behind! Electra drops Veronica and as Jasmine tries to keep Cynthia from jumping back in, the two Mean Girls waylay on Electra with clubbing fists. Delia and Veronica then send her into the ropes but as she comes off, Cynthia dive tackles Delia to the canvas and Electra connects to Veronica with the Electric Shock! Electra covers Veronica as Cynthia hangs onto Delia's foot, preventing her from breaking the pin!

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

The crowd cheers as the bell rings, signifying the end!

Justin: Here are your winners ... Electra Styles and Cynthia Warren!

Adams: Wow! I can't believe it!

Simone: This has got to be considered a major upset! In their first outing as a team, Cynthia Warren and Electra Styles have defeated the Mean Girls!

Delia is throwing an absolute fit as James climbs into the ring and hugs his wife. Jasmine raises Cynthia and Electra's arms in victory as Delia and Veronica scream that there was a pull of the tights ... Electra used the ropes ... Veronica's shoulder was up -- ANYTHING -- to shift the blame of the loss!

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The camera shows three muslim men approaching one of the security guards tasked with protecting the wrestlers from Sin City Wrestling. Almost immediately, they are identified as as Haid D'Salaami, Hous bin Pharteen, and I-Zheet M'Drurz. Of course, they are the same three Al Qaeda operatives who have targeted Sean Jackson and Vanessa for a jihad attack. Dressed in blue jeans and button down shirts, the three walk up to the guard and Haid quickly *slips* something into his hand.

Haid: Allah is ready for our jihad brother. Point us in the direction of the one called Sean Jackson.

Without hesitation, the guard points in a direction off camera and the three Al Qaeda operatives smile.

Haid: Thank you my brother. Nassir will hear of your good deed.

Nassir al-Wuhaishi is the leader of the African faction of Al Qaeda and that brings a nod of approval from the security guard.

Guard: Praise Allah.

Haid D'Salaami, Hous bin Pharteen, I-Zheet M'Drurz: PRAISE ALLAH!!!!

The three Al Qaeda operatives then begin to make their way towards the area where Sean Jackson and Vanessa are. Once they arrive at the opening to the underneath portion of the stadium, a door slams open, knocking all three out. As they crumble to the floor, Sean Jackson walks through, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Jackson: Simon had better be glad that security broke us up. I was about ready to rip him a new ass.

As Sean keeps walking, Vanessa stops and looks behind the door, seeing all three Al Qaeda operatives knocked out. She nods her head slowly as she kneels down to address them.

Vanessa: The only reason I'm letting you live is because of Nassir. But as soon as you lead me to him, I will destroy you. Just like I will destroy him.

In a show of complete disrespect, she spits on all three before walking away.

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The scene opens up backstage moments after the Bombshell Tag Team Match between Cynthia Warren and Electra Styles and The Mean Girls has ended where we see SCW’s interviewer Ms. Rocky Mountains standing around looking for someone.

Simone: Believe it or not we’re getting reports that Steve Ramone is still backstage despite what happened earlier tonight.

Adams: But why? Gabriel’s not even in Africa.

Ms. Rocky Mountains eventually finds the person she’s looking for, Steve Ramone, and approaches him the veteran and NXT member gets a huge pop from the crowd as Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches him.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Steve, I understand that you’re stressed but you said you wanted some mic time?

Rocky asks and Steve nods.

Steve: The only reason I’m not doing this in the ring is because the Main Event’s next and I don’t want to delay that match! Gabriel, try to justify your actions all you want YOU CROSSED THE LINE! And for that, I thank you!

Simone: What?

Adams: Yeah, what?

Steve: Rocky, did you ever watch my GWA stint?

Ms Rocky Mountains: Err, no, why?

Steve: Let me tell you a story, in the GWA I was the kind of kid who’d hunt the GWA bosses whilst quoting Elmer Fudd, I was the kid who ended a promo by challenging one of the owners to a match at the next show, a request that I was granted, the kind of kid who had multiple unprotected fourways with several beautiful women, including Charlotte who was my girlfriend at the time, and somehow managed to avoid any STDs in the process, the kind of guy who got to fly a fighter jet.

Steve says before smirking.

Steve: And yes, I really did all those things!

Simone: Wow…..

Adams: Ron Jeremy, eat your heart out!

Steve: Why do I say this? Basically I was the kid who did whatever he wanted and didn’t give a single fuck about the consequences! Gabriel, your actions tonight have unlocked something that I had locked away long ago, you have unlocked the kid who couldn’t care less about the consequences of his actions, and for what? Making fun of a bunch of man-children playing with a teddy bear!

Steve spits to the floor as he stares into the camera.

Steve: You always say “May God Have Mercy on Your Soul, because I won’t”, Gabriel you may need god’s help when I'm done with you because the pain I will put you through at the Supercard will make Hell envious!

Steve storms off as the scene fades.

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Heading backstage we open find Melody walking into the Sin’s locker room, looking around her surroundings she sneaks in trying to get to her stuff without being spotted but she gets stopped dead in her tracks by a loud gruff cough.

Synn: Wow, I have to say I’m intrigued.

Melody looks over her shoulder at Synn with a massive smile on her face.

Melody: I know right, I make a pretty amazing cat woman.

Synn takes a step up towards Melody shaking his head.

Synn: I’m not talking about you’re horrifying outfit; I’m talking about what you just did for Odette.

Melody: What’s wrong with my outfit?

Synn: You look like... never mind, I just hope this slight attitude change won’t impact on young Joshua.

Melody turns to face Synn her eyes growing wide at the sound of Joshua’s name.

Melody: Please don’t ban me from seeing him, I like him, he’s my friend... I promise you I was only helping out Odette, I would never give Despy any attitude... he’s my cake-pop.

Giving Synn those big, playful, innocent, brown child like eyes Melody was almost begging for him to approve of her.

Synn: We’ll talk about this at another time... I think it’s time you got out of that ridiculous outfit.

Melody: Is it really that bad?

Synn nods towards Melody that causes her to drop the bottom lip.

Melody: I’m a CATastrophe!

Before Synn could even manage to say something Melody had sprung off laughing at her own joke, leaving Synn smirking. The scene then quickly fades to the next.

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05/27/2014
LIVE! From Cape Town, South Africa at the Sahara Park Newlands...

It's....

MAIN EVENT - TITLE UNIFICATION MATCH!
Simon Jones (SCW Champion) vs Sean "Mental Rapist" Jackson (ACW Champion)

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DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following match is the main event of the evening and is for the Bombshell Championship!

Crowd: POP!

"Outsider" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area with Cyrus not too far behind her. She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere.

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger. From Tampa, Florida…she is the ‘Superhero”…Roxi Johnson!

She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to mixed boos and cheers from the audience.

Simone: I’m sure Roxi isn’t used to hearing any of those boos.

Justin: And her opponent…

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 her title high in the air and waving to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring.

Justin: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada…she is the reigning…and defending Bombshell Champion…Vixen!

Simone: Vixen has been on quite the roll lately. Since beating the longest reigning Bombshell Champion Gothika she has been nearly unstoppable, headlining Blaze of Glory 3 and unifying the Bombshell and Roulette titles, if only temporarily, to become the companies only ever double champion.

Adams: And she’s looked incredibly sexy doing it! Spike must be proud.

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 and holds her title high before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade. She hands the belt over to referee Jacob Summers who holds it high for all to see before handing it over to Justin Decent at ringside. With Vixen’s back turned and before the bell rings, Roxi attacks he from behind sending her face first into the mat.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Roxi really starting aggressive. This is a side to her we aren’t used to seeing.

Johnson grabs the Champion by the back of the hair slams her face into the mat repeatedly. She flips her over and then mounts her and drops a series of right hands that look devastating. She gets up and screams out into the crowd before attempting the first pinfall of the evening. Summers drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Vixen throws her right shoulder up at the last second, saving herself and her title.

Adams: What a close kickout by the Champion. We almost had a new champ in very quick fashion.

Roxi continues her assault by grabbing Vixen by her hair and slamming her with her fist a few more times. She drops her back down to the mat and then swiftly kicks her in the face. She grabs her again by the back of the hair and starts drag her over to the corner as Cyrus cheers her on from the outside. She throws Vixen down against the bottom turnbuckle and then uses her boot shove the Champion’s face. Summers chimes in with his count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Roxi releases the foot from the back of Vixen’s head before Jacob gets to five. Summers gives Roxi a warning but she gets aggressive with him, getting in his face. She backs him up a few feet before turning her attention back toward the Bombshell Champion. Again, she grabs Vixen by the hair and goes to pull her up only this time she is met with a fist in the gut.

Simone: Vixen showing some signs of life here.

She lands another punch to the stomach of the challenger and then another, backing up the former Champion. Seeing an opening, a Vixen fires forward and lands a stiff clothesline, sending Roxi down to the mat. She waits perched and ready to strike and when Johnson gets back to her feet, the Champion lands another clothesline sending her right back down to the canvas. As Roxi goes to get back up again, Vixen bounces off of the ropes and nails a dropkick right on the face of the challenger. Vixen spins around and goes for a cover but the ring veteran Johnson rolls herself out of the ring just in time.

Adams: What a flurry of offense by the Champion. She’s got Roxi reeling.

Roxi tries to regroup outside by talking to Cyrus. He tries to give her a pep talk and get her head back in the game when out of nowhere, Vixen comes flying in with a cross body that takes both of them out.

Adams: Did you see that?

Simone: She came out of nowhere!

Vixen jumps up to her feet and poses for the crowd with a smile as they cheer for her.

Crowd: Let’s go Vixen! N! X! T! Let’s go Vixen! N! X! T! Let’s go Vixen! N! X! T!

The champion grabs Roxi by the hair herself this time and brings her over to the barricade as Jacob Summers starts his count.

One…Two…

She slams the challenger’s head into the barricade and Roxi bounces off like a rubber ball. She grabs her again and sends her flying through the air, twisting and turning so that she lands with her back across the railing.

Three…Four…

Vixen runs in with a knee to Roxi’s chest before grabbing her by her head and flipping her over with a snapmare on to the concrete floor. She follows it up with a knee to the back of the head.

Five…Six…

Cyrus walks over to try and back Vixen off but it doesn’t work. Vixen continues her onslaught with a few stomps to the mid-section of her challenger before grabbing her and picking her up and bringing her back over to the ring.

Seven…Eight…

Vixen shoves Johnson under the bottom rope and then climbs the steel post. She stays up there waiting for Johnson to stumble to her feet.

Simone: She’s just perched up there waiting.

As Roxi gets to her feet, Vixen launches in the air to attempt a missile dropkick but the challenger reacts on instinct and as soon Vixen leaves the turnbuckle Johnson runs over and springboards herself, landing a Disaster kick right across the chin of the Champion as she comes back down through the air.

Adams: RAY OF HOPE! RAY OF HOPE out of nowhere!

Simone: We’re gonna have a new champion!

Roxi Johnson goes for the cover and hooks the leg as Jacob Summers drops down to the mat to make the count and Cyrus cheers on the outside.

One!

Two!

Adams: Three!

Simone: No! VIXEN KICKED OUT! Roxi can’t believe it!

Adams: Neither can Cyrus!

Johnson runs her hands through her hair and sports a look of disbelief as she stares out to Cyrus who encourages her to keep going. The challenger tries to get to her feet and as she does, she grabs Vixen and goes to wrap her legs around her neck to attempt a triangle choke but Vixen squirms quickly and gets her hand on the bottom rope, forcing Johnson to let go. Summers backs Roxi off allowing the Champion to get to her feet but as soon as she does, Roxi charges in with a clothesline that knocks Vixen right back down to the canvas. Roxi jumps on her and starts to slam her head in to the mat again. She lands a couple right hands and goes for a cover, hooking the leg. Summers drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Simone: A kickout by the champion!

Adams: The match continues…

Roxi goes to pick the Champion up again but this time Vixen trips her and sends her flying through the second rope and down to the concrete floor.

Crowd: POP!

Vixen struggles to get to her feet but when she does, she channels the energy from the crowd. She pumps herself up and screams out to the crowd before bouncing off the opposite end of the six sided ring and flying through the ropes, hitting her challenger with a suicide dive.

Adams: Hang time!

Crowd: POP!

Both Bombshells struggle to get to their feet and Jacob Summers starts his count again.

One…Two…

Vixen and Roxi get to their knees.

Three…Four…

Now they are on their feet and Vixen sees her opponent right there with her. She lands a right hand which knocks Roxi back a step. Johnson comes back with a right hand of her own.

Five…Six…

They trade hard shots back and forth for a moment before Roxi lands a hard one that rocks Vixen so hard that she falls backwards and knocks her head on the concrete.

Adams: Vixen is out cold!

Simone: Roxi can’t win the belt by count out! She has to get Vixen in the ring.

Seven...Eight…

Johnson frantically picks up Vixen and throws her up on the apron, shoving her underneath the bottom rope. She climbs up herself and slides between the ropes. She staggers over to Vixen who is still out cold, turns her over on to her back and covers her up for a pinfall attempt. Summers drops down to canvas to make the count.

One!

Two!

Simone: No! Vixen kicked out again and Roxi can’t believe it.

Roxi yells at Jacob Summers, slapping her hands together three times. Summers holds up two fingers but Johnsons persists on arguing with him. She backs him up and doesn’t see Vixen coming up behind her. The Champion hooks Johnson’s arms and picks the challenger up over her head. She takes a few steps back and drops her on her head with back-to-belly piledriver.

Adams: FALL FROM GRACE! Goodnight Roxi!

Vixen turns Roxi over and covers her up as Summers makes the count.

Simone: It’s over!

One!

Two!

Thr-

Simone: Roxi kicked out! Roxi kicked out! Vixen can’t believe it!

Adams: I can’t believe it!

An exhausted Vixen cries out in frustration. She stands up and with a burst of anger and energy grabs Roxi and applies a Dragon Sleeper. Holding Johnson she drops to the mat and that wraps her legs around the challenger applying body scissors.

Simone: FOXY DREAMS! FOXY DREAMS!

Adams: Johnson’s in the center of the ring! She’s got nowhere to go!

Vixen tightens the hold and Roxi flails around trying to get free. After a moment, when it looks like she might give up, Johnson arches her back, pinning Vixen’s shoulders against the mat.

Adams: Vixen’s shoulders are down! She’s trapped!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Roxi has done it! She’s beaten the champ! She’s beaten the champ!

Adams: She is the champ!

Justin: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEEW SCW Bombshell Champion……..ROXI JOHNSON!

Summers hands Roxi her new title belt as Cyrus jumps in the ring to celebrate with her. They embrace as Vixen somberly slips out of the ring and makes her way up the ramp in disbelief. Roxi grabs the belt and holds it high in the air.

Adams: Goodnight from the Congo! See you next week on Climax Control!

The camera centers in on Roxi standing up on the second rope, holding up the Bombshell Championship as the credits roll.

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Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Sam, Aleksei, The Lord MK, Derek, Court, Casey, Maggie, Electra Styles, Roxi Johnson, Amy Marshall, Zuri Justice, Deavon Justice, Simon Jones, Sean Jackson, Jericho Hill, Michael Hardy, Vixen, Necra. (Anyone else I've missed, let me know and I'll add ya!) Also thanks again to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you guys who roleplayed for this show.