???Jokers of The Dark Kingdom, Rise up!!!??? ???Rise up and lend Equinox your strength, Rise up and lead Equinox into battle and give you what you deserve, The SCW Roulette Championship???!!!!

???Joker's of The Dark Kingdom, it's time to take your throne in your own way???!!!!

Jackson: "Las Vegas, how disappointed you must be?"

Almost immediately, Sean begins his slow methodical pace back and forth in front of the camera. A smirk trying to force its way thru.

Jackson: "I can see it on your faces, I can feel it in your auras. Over there..."

Sean points in the direction of a father of two young sons, about three rows back.

Jackson: "Is a father, who has brought his sons to this live event. He sits there, trying to put on a brave face, but knows that he's here, living a lie. But that's okay, it's okay because you've been living the lie since Simon Jones became the SCW heavyweight champion. You've been living the lie since Chaos in Capetown when you had to explain to your sons that Simon Jones didn't cheat his way to the ACW heavyweight title..."

The smirk becomes more noticeable.

Jackson: "How did it feel knowing that you had to lie to them? to convince them that their little eyes didn't see Simon Jones line up to attack the referee. Or, to try and convince them that their little ears lied to them, that they really didn't hear Simon Jones knock out the referee in order to save his championship belt..."

Inhale.exhale

Jackson: "Now don't get me wrong Simon Jones. By no means am I upset with you. Hell, I probably would have done the same thing in order to save my championship belt. We all know how important it was for you, to take the ACW title away from someone like me...."

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Sean Jackson is doing. He's trying to paint the picture that Simon Jones purposely cheated by knocking out the referee, in order to save the championship. Even though that wasn't the case.

Jackson: "Because of who I am, and what I represent. But Simon, don't you think that it's time to finally stop living the lie? Don't you think that it's finally time to tell all these people the truth?"

Sean stops pacing, stopping directly in front of the camera.

Jackson: "Don't you think that it's finally time to come clean with the very people that you claim to be fighting for?"

He then takes several steps towards the ring ropes to his right, pointing his finger towards them all.

Jackson: "Or, are you just going to sit there and feed them the same line of crap week in and week out, as if you want them to think how you think, instead of for themselves?"

Sean without missing a beat, makes his way towards the other side of the ring, pointing out at the masses on that side as well.

Jackson: "Or, how about these people Simon? Do they keep living in the lie that you've laid out for them? or, do you come out and tell them the truth? The truth being that for the first time in your life, you can no longer live up to their lofty expectations, and must cheat in order to achieve their love?"

Sean begins to laugh. He can see the expressions on the very faces of those who did get to see the main event of Chaos at Capetown.

Jackson: "Now then, to all of you people here, who think that Simon Jones is going to come out and tell you the truth. Let me just say this, unlike me, he won't. No, Simon Jones will never come out here to tell you the truth because he can't. He can't tell you the truth because if he did, the hold that he has will be gone, it will be destroyed."

Again, Sean makes his way to the other side of the ring, still talking.

Jackson: "It will be destroyed because you would no longer look to him as your hero. You would no longer look to him as the face of the company because who would EVER want to follow in the steps of a liar?"

Pause.

Jackson: "But me on the other hand? I've never lied to you, not to one single soul. Matter of fact, I've gone out of my way to tell you exactly why I'm here. But people like Simon Jones can't live under the unbrella of the truth, their very existence can't survive under the scrutiny of the truth. Don't believe me? then why don't you ask Simon Jones why he intentionally targeted the referee? why don't you ask Simon Jones why he took the easy way out and sabotaged the very match that he claimed that he wanted?"

As Vanessa looks on, she couldn't be prouder. Yes, what happened in Chaos at Capetown was upsetting, but with this one promo, Sean Jackson was tearing down the end result of that match.

Jackson: "I will tell you why Simon Jones purposely kicked Drew Patton in the face. He did it because I took his best shot and not only did I fight back into the match, but I hit Simon with the high knee to the back of his skull, just like I had done a couple of weeks earlier, and it scared him...."

Sean then finds the camera, stops, and continues talking as it pans in tight on his face.

Jackson: "It scared him so badly that his only recourse was to knock Drew out. Simon knew that I was going in for the kill. Simon knew that I was moments away from winning, and how prophetic he was, because not too long afterwards, I struck with the Hook em Horns driver and well...."

Sean takes several steps backwards and then kneels down in the middle of the ring. The smile slowly disappearing.

Jackson: "Right in this very spot, your hero was covered and all that was left was the three count. All that was left was for a competent referee to slide into position, make the three count, and both championship belts would be mine..."

Satisfied with his point, Sean rises to his feet and once again, stares straight into the camera.

Jackson: "But, that didn't happen now did it? No, that didn't happen because a dazed Drew Patton, moving at a snails pace, got into position like an 80 year old woman with a foot in the grave, and the brain in a coma. He moved like pond water through a wooden fence and somehow, forgot how to count to three. But I tell you what Simon Jones, you go ahead and keept lying to these people. You go ahead and keep trying to convince them that you're the hero you claim to be. But, we all know that at Chaos in Capetown, you were anything BUT a hero."

Once again, Sean points at the man who brought his sons to see Climax Control.

Jackson: "Or maybe you like your sons to learn how to lie, to cheat, and to steal? just like their hero."

With that, Sean Jackson drops the mic and he and Vanessa exit the ring.

Sirens go off throughout Club XS, causing the fans to quiet down and look at the stage where red lights whirl around. The screen comes on to show Veronica Taylor, Angelica, Tessa Flannigan, and Holly Wood standing amidst the crowd. Veronica Taylor has a microphone in her hand, and a wide smile on her face. Delia walks onto the screen dressed in a rather provocative policewoman???s outfit. She has a red sucker in her mouth as she approaches the group.

Veronica: Hi, and welcome to SCW???s newest, and best ever, segment???

Mean Girls: FAAAAAASHION POLIIIIIIICE!!! Hahaha!

Veronica: So, to prove that we???re not complete bitches, we???ve decided to help the fashionably inept by letting them know exactly how ratchet they really are. Isn???t that so nice of us?

Holly: Sooooooo nice of us!

Delia, putting on her best ???butch??? performance, pulls the sucker from her mouth, pursing her lips as she places her hand on her nightstick. She nods her head as she stares out across the audience.

Veronica: Totally nice of us??? Anyway, we had a lot of candidates in the building tonight, but unfortunately we only have time to mention three. And since we don???t trust these groping jerks enough to walk across the audience, we???ll just pick the three most fugliest right here???

In a very serious tone, Veronica looks over to Tessa and Angelica for approval of the idea. They nod their heads and turn to face a woman who is sporting a perm, denim shorts, and an Amy Marshall t-shirt. She seems the most obvious choice as the camera pans in to show her off. She does a quick celebratory arm raise and fist pumping as the audience cheers her on.

Veronica: Well, as if it wasn???t obvious enough, ???Officer Darling?????? why don???t you tell her of her violations?

Veronica tilts the microphone out toward Delia who lifts her glasses up as she chews on a piece of gum. Delia looks over to the camera as she addresses the woman.

Delia: Well, ma???am??? it would appear z???at you are obstructing z???e view of z???e people behind you wi???s your 80???s hair. Two counts of s???rowback to z???e 80???s when only one is acceptable at any given time. And z???at shirt? Ohhhh GOD z???at shirt! You are being ordered to remove it, or face jail time!

The crowd cheers as the busty woman shrugs her shoulders. She pulls the shirt off and waves it in the air proudly. Delia nods to Holly and Angelica who hold her down as Tessa slides a Mean Girls ???No Basic Bitches??? t-shirt over her. Delia nods as Veronica takes a few steps to her right before spotting someone.

Veronica: You, two rows back. Can you step forward? Yeah, the old guy???

A man in his mid thirties works his way through the crowd to come to the clearing. Veronica looks him up and down and then cringes. He adjusts his glasses before showing off his own NXT t-shirt.

Veronica: Sir, you might be beyond help, so Officer Darling, would you care to just write up several citations...? If you even have enough in your ticket book!

Veronica leans over to laugh as Delia chuckles as well. She flips open a booklet and begins scribbling on the paper. Veronica holds out the microphone toward Delia.

Delia: One count of z???e most hideous comb over since Donald Trump! S???ree counts for questionable taste in sub par factions wis???in SCW! One count of sandals wi???s socks! One count of short shorts wi???s chicken legs! And one count of wire frame glasses when horn rimmed fits your facial structure way better! Now, remove your shirt!

The crowd boos her as she rips out several ???tickets???. He refuses to take off his shirt, so Holly slams a knee into his crotch before ripping it off. His furry chest makes people cringe, but Holly trickles her fingers through it playfully. Holly drapes a Mean Girls ???No Basic Bitches??? shirt around his neck before they move on. Veronica nearly screams in terror as she looks at a woman just ten feet away.

Veronica: Oh honey, I almost feel bad enough for you to hug you??? I won???t, but I would if I wasn???t afraid I would catch your stupid???

Veronica stops in front of a young girl who is wearing a bikini top, hip hugging jeans, a cowboy hat, and matching brown cowboy boots. Veronica shakes her head from side to side, sighing into the microphone as she holds the microphone out toward Delia again.

Delia: One count of wearing brown! It???s not an attractive color! One count of wearing fake leas???er, and s???inking it is real leas???er! One count of using a hat to cover dark roots wi???s bleached hair! One count of wearing a swimwear when you are not near water, or tanning! And one BIIIIIIIIG count of being pretty, and dressing ugly! I???m afraid I am going to have to take you downtown little missy!

The sirens go off again as Delia pulls off a pair of cuffs. The woman laughs as Delia pulls her up from the chair. Delia latches on the cuffs and drags the lady along with her as Veronica shrugs her shoulders.

Veronica: Well? That???s all the time we have for tonight! Join us next week for more Fashion Police! Remember???

Tessa: Basics Beware!

Angelica laughs into the microphone as the Mean Girls follow Delia and their ???prisoner??? as ???Amazing??? by Hi Fashion plays in the background.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see the competitors in tonight???s Roulette Title match or rather two of them, Michael Hardy and Jericho Hill, are standing before the Roulette Rules wheel.

Simone: Kain won the Roulette Title just two weeks ago at Chaos in Cape Town and tonight he has to defend it against two very talented, very game competitors.

Adams: But where???s Kain?

Kain finally steps into view with the Roulette Title hoisted over his should and nods to Ms. Rocky Mountains telling her to spin the wheel, she does so and the three competitors watch eagerly.

Simone: Remember folks, that wheel can stop on anything!

Adams: During the African Tour alone we witnessed a Buried Alive Match, a Strap Match, a Boiler Room Brawl, and a Submissions Match and at Chaos in Cape Town we witnessed a Lumberjill Match and a Tapei Death Match! Who knows what tonight will bring!

Eventually the Roulette Wheel stops and the result cause the competitors to take double takes.

Simone: A Junkyard Brawl?!

Adams: Is there a Junkyard near here?

Jasmine St. John, who was waiting in the ring, jogs to the back dragging Justin Decent with her and finds the trio.

Erik: Let???s so, we don???t have a million, so I???m always on the look out for Bombshells. And I meant the Heavyweight Champ could have something to look at. You know, you???re married, not six feet under???

Simon: I knew what you meant - I was simply trying to deflect what you were implying; one instance of having my wife accuse me of cheating is more than enough.

Erik looks as if he had expected a chuckle from Simon. He pauses for a moment and then laces his fingers together on the desk in front of him. He takes in a deep breath and becomes a bit more professional.

Erik: To answer your question??? yes, we???re looking for new Bombshells. Why? Do you know a former champion somewhere who wants to try a real independent promotion? Accolades are being heavily considered here.

Simon: But alas, no - the would-be bombshell that I want you to consider offering a contract to does not have any championships to her name, whatsoever; in fact, she is at the complete opposite end of the spectrum - she's a rookie in the truest sense of the word.

Erik stares at Simon, waiting for a punch line, his mouth at the ready for a hearty chuckle. After a moment of a serious look from Simon, Erik closes his gaped mouth and clears his throat.

Erik: Oh??? You??? you were serious? I see, well, do you have a picture of this possible Bombshell? You know, for business purposes of course???

Simon nods his head.

Simon: Of course. But, I'm sorry - the only females that I carry around pictures of are my wife and daughter.

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: Although, on second thought, if you pick up that phone of yours, and go on Twitter, you can see a picture of Natalie, which I tweeted a couple of days ago.

Erik quickly nods his head, picking the phone up. He thumbs through his timeline for a moment before reaching the desired pictures. Erik tilts his head to the side, looking a bit surprised by what he is seeing in front of him. He contemplates it for a second before putting his phone back down.

Erik: Well, I must say that we???ve got a long list of considerations ahead of us. Taking on a rookie might be a little bit much for us right now. We can???t play favorites, you know. We???ve got a reputation to uphold and???

Erik???s voice trails off as his eyes finally peel from the image in front of him. He looks back to Simon as if Simon knew exactly what he was going to say after that.

Simon: Look, Erik, I know this is a big ask, expecting you to give a chance to a rookie. But while Natalie may not yet have the in-ring experience, I believe that she does have the ability. And no other promotion provides the platform for female wrestlers to compete that SCW does, which is why I would rather she start her career here, than anywhere else.

Erik: I couldn???t agree with you more, Simon??? It is a lot to convince Mark and Christian to allow her through. I would have a shot if she looked something like a Vixen or a Mercedes Vargas, because??? well, look at them. Mark and I have similar tastes there. A marketable, pretty face sells seats.

Erik unfolds his hands as he rests his palms down on the desk. He stares right at Simon with a look that says ???That???s just the way it is.???

Simon: Well, I'm sure both Mercedes, and your nephew's fianc??e, will be flattered by that.

Simon smirks.

Simon: However, there are already several women amongst the ranks of the bombshells, who don't match the classic description of what would be considered "pretty;" I'm not going to name names, as I don't want to risk offending anyone, but I don't think that Natalie would look out of place here - she looks like more of an athlete than many of the bombshells.

Erik nods his head, thinking up a couple of his own. He smirks as he looks back to Simon.

Erik: That is true in some cases??? I???m just not sure what I???ll be able to do here. I want to help you, out, I really do. But, I have to ask??? What would give Natalie the edge over others who have expressed interest in SCW, who have the credentials to back it up?

Simon pauses for a moment, to think, before responding.

Simon: Her heart.

Simon then thumps his chest.

Simon: She has a passion for this sport, and a desire to succeed. And as for credentials...

Simon smirks again.

Simon: The list of so-called credentials, which some of these people have, aren't worth the paper they're written on - there are so many independent promotions around nowadays, that any man or woman that fancies themselves as a wrestler, can get a title somewhere. But when they come here, to SCW, they get a reality check, and then they disappear back to where they came from. Not Natalie, though - she won't quit the moment that things don't go in her favour.

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: She'll take whatever is thrown at her, keep working, and in time, she'll overcome it. I've sparred with this woman, and while she would be the first to admit that she doesn't yet have the pure wrestling ability of some of the other bombshells, from what I have seen of her, I have no doubt that given the chance, she won't disgrace either herself, or SCW.

Erik listens as Simon talks up Natalie. He gives a cold, almost calculating look as he listens. Once Simon is finished, He narrows his eyes at Simon, listening to the conviction in his voice. He examines the champion for a moment before finally speaking.

Erik: You really are going to bat for this one, huh? I tell you what???

Erik taps his knuckles rhythmically on the desk as his expression softens ever so slightly.

Erik: If you are willing to back her in any way??? I might be able to work my magic with Mark and Christian. I can be one pretty persuasive bastard when I want to be???

Erik smirks as he stares back at Simon.

Simon: I gave her my word that I would try to help her get her break in wrestling - and as I've stated previously, I always keep my word. So I'll back her in any way that you need me to.

Erik: Just having your name attached should help me out tremendously. Let me see what I can do.

Simon: Thank you, Erik. Your help will be much appreciated.

Erik: Now, I can???t make any promises, but I will do my very best???

Simon smiles.

Simon: All I ask is that you try.

Erik nods his head as Simon stands up from his seat. Erik stands up, extending a hand toward Simon which he accepts. Erik gives a promising look at Simon walks toward the door. Erik slowly closes the door behind Simon as we fade elsewhere.

Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa.

Whoa ohh ohhh
Whoa ohh ohhh
Whoa ohh ohhh
Scream

No sooner had those lyrics finished, the guitar cuts back in and strobe lighting begins to flicker.

A chill runs up your spine
It crawls into your brain.
The freezing touch of fear.

Amy: I???m not out here for any particular reason; I???m here just to bring a little joy to someone.

Simone: Do you have any idea what she is on about?

Adams: Maybe she is going to show one of her dirty videos.

Simone: eww I hope not.

Amy looks around for a moment to see the confused faces of the crowd including them of Jason and Belinda. Amy looks down at the commentators and then back up at the fans.

Amy: Jason Adams will you enter the ring?

Adams: Who me????

Amy: Yes you???

Jason stands to his feet.

Amy: Can you also bring your chair with you? In fact can one of you guys help Jason with his chair?

Amy asked one of the many people that surround the ring for show. They look Amy and then at Jason, who shrug and go over to where Jason sits and grab his chair and they follow Jason into the ring before retreating to ringside.

Simone: I don???t like where this is going.

Amy: Take a seat Jason.

Jason hesitantly sits down on his chair.

Amy takes a few steps forward and grabs the chair.

Amy: Ready.

Jason nods unsure of what to be ready for.

Amy drops the mic and grabs the chair and begins to spin it faster and harder, much to the delight of Jason.

Simone: Amy came out to do this.

Belinda shakes her head, as Amy continues to spin Jason???s chair.

Adams: WEEEE

Amy gives a few more spins of Jason???s chair before stopping, allowing the chair to stop on its own accord. Amy gives Jason a smile before climbing out of the ring and heading up the ramp as Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa.

Simone: Well that was pretty random.

Returning next to his announcing partner.

Adams: That was fun.

Adams: It's that time again...Bombshell time! Oh and one of them is a nurse!

Simone: You're such a pain in my ass, Jason.

Adams: Ooh perfect! Maybe Cindy can help you with that!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman our next match is schedule for one fall...introducing first...

???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.

Justin: Making her way to the ring weiging in at one hundred and twenty pounds from Charlotte, North Carolina...The Nurse Cindy Warren!!!

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.

Simone: Cindy is definately hoping to turn things around. Her last few matches have been less than stellar.

Just as Cindy is about to enter the ring, the crowd goes wild and gets to their feet, eyes locked on the ramp. Vixen is sprinting down the ramp towards her. She grabs a hold of Cindy's leg, pulling her down from the ring apron causing Cindy's head to bounce right off of it and immediately she starts attacking her opponent.

Adams: Hot damn! Someone lit a fire under Vixen's arse tonight! The bell hasn't even rung yet.

Simone: From the looks of it, I don't even thinks she wants it to!

Jacob Summers tries to order Vixen to stop the attack and wait for the bell, but Vixen ignores his orders. She holds Cindy's head between her arms, then delivers a snap suplex right outside the ring and Cindy's back arches almost immediately, but Vixen isn't done there.

Simone: Now what is she doing? Someone needs to stop this...

Adams: Where is Spike? He needs to talk some sense into her!

Vixen pulls Cindy back to her feet, grabbing a hold of her arm. She then sends Cindy flying right into the steel steps and Cindy's back bounces off of them, and Cindy is really feeling the pain now. Jacob again pleads with Vixen as the crowd watches on, confused and worried for Vixen's state of mind.

Simone: I'm not sure what has gotten into Vixen lately, but I'm not sure it's a good thing.

Vixen finally pulls Cindy back to her feet, sliding her into the ring under the bottom rope, then she, too slides in the ring. Cindy tries to crawl away to regain her composure, but Vixen stalks her as Jacob finally calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: I think the damage might already be done with this one.

Adams: I'm thinking that was the idea. Vixen wants to win this one badly, and what better way than to hurt her opponent before the bell even rings?

Cindy crawls over to one of the corners, trying to pull herself back to her feet, but Vixen doesn't give her the chance. She holds her boot against Cindy's throat, cutting off the oxygen, and Jacob orders her to stop, but again Vixen ignores him. He starts his mandatory count.

1..2..3..4...Vixen finally backs away for just a moment as Cindy begins choking and gasping for air. Vixen attempts to get back to Cindy, but Jacob holds her back, warning her not to do that again or face disqualification. This gives Cindy a chance to pull herself up to her feet, though she's still holding her back.

Adams: Good thing her husband is a doctor. He can make her feel better tonight.

Simone: From the looks of it, she's going to need quite a bit of attention.

Vixen moves past Jacob and towards Cindy but Cindy's not about to lose this one. She delivers an hard elbow to the chin, causing Vixen to stumble back, then in a burst of energy and fighting through the pain, she grabs a hold of Vixen's hair and slams her head against the turnbuckle repeatedly.

Adams: Cindy's not out of this one yet!

Simone: Neither is Vixen. Both of these women have a lot to prove and neither of them wants to lose.

Cindy turns Vixen around and begins stomping away at her repeatedly, followed by several knee strikes to the gut. She then pulls Vixen away from the corner turnbuckle delivering her own snap suplex to the former Bombshell champion then covers Vixen and hooks the leg for the pin. Jacob drops down for the count.

1...2...Vixen gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Way to fight back for Cindy.

Adams: Yeha but she's not too happy that Vixen got the shoulder up on that one.

Cindy slams her fists down on the mat then gets back to her feet, pulling Vixen with her. Vixen shoves Cindy away then delivers an uppercut. She grabs Cindy by the hair, swinging her around the ring until she tosses her out of the ring right through the ropes!

Adams: Uh oh...I think Vixen is going to go right after her!

Indeed she is, as Cindy gets back to her feet, Vixen is running across the ring and does a suicide dive right through the ropes, taking Cindy right back down to the ground and the crowd goes crazy! Both women are down but not for long as they both make it to their knees.

Simone: Jacob is trying to get them back into the ring, but I don't think they care.

Jacob is leaning through the ropes ordering both bombshells to get back into the ring, but they are delivering a series of punches sa they make it back to their feet. Cindy shoves Vixen against the ring apron back first.

Adams: Ooh Vixen got a taste of her own medicine there.

Cindy then delivers a few shoulder shots to Vixen's midsection, only further intesifying the pain, but Vixen gets her knee up at the last one with a knee strike to the face. Meanwhile, Jacob has started his count.

1...

2...

3...

Vixen grabs a fistful of Cindy's hair, delivering punch after punch. She hears Jacob's count but doesn't even care.

4...

5...

6...

Vixen goes to throw Cindy right into the steel ring post, but Cindy counters and sends Vixen against it instead. Vixen's head bounces off the ring post and she crashes to the ground.

7...

8...

9...

Simone: One of these women better do something and quick!

Adams: Come on Cindy! You're right there!

Cindy collapses to her knees, exhausted from the fight and both women are down. Cindy notices Jacob's count, but can't get back to her feet in time.

10!!!!

Jacob calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman, this match has been ruled a no-contest by a double count out!

The crowd boos and Cindy looks disappointed and Vixen pulls herself back to her feet. Both women glare at one another, but Cindy shakes her head and turns around, heading toward the backstage. Vixen watches before she follows suit.

Simone: What a match...what an ending.

Adams: You're kidding right? I wanted to see more!

Simone: Well, maybe we'll see a rematch in the future.

The cameras switch backstage where we find backstage reporter, Miss Rocky Mountains, heading down the hall. Up ahead, she spots Seven Deadly Sins members, Rage and Kittie, and she waves them down. Rage rolls his eyes and Kittie folds her arms as Miss Rocky walks up to them.

Miss Rocky: Why the attitudes? You two were the ones who asked to see me. Or, so I was told.

Rage glares at Miss Rocky, not saying a word. Kittie, however, chuckles.

Kittie: Why the attitudes? Why the attitudes? Let me answer that for you, okay?

Miss Rocky: Ok...

Kittie takes a step forward.

Kittie: My peanut headed friend here is a little angry...Yes, that's nothing new I know...but do you want to know WHY he's a little more angry than usual?

Miss Rocky: I heard it has something to do with Electra Blaze...

Rage's nostrils flare and he tries to step forward, but Kittie places a hand on his chest and holds him back, shaking her head at him. Kittie turns and looks at Miss Rocky again, smiling and shaking her head.

Kittie: Let's leave that flaming psychopath out of this, shall we? No, Rage is angry for a different reason...a more important reason. And it has to do with his match tonight and his match two weeks ago at Chaos in Cape Town.

Miss Rocky: I don't understand...

Kittie: Of course you don't. Nobody does. You see, Rage shouldn't be facing these guys that he's been thrown against lately. He shouldn't be facing guys who simply aren't a challenge to him. These matches shouldn't be that EASY for him.

Miss Rocky: I thought you told Rage that Jericho Hill wasn't that easy.

Kittie closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, shaking her head.

Kittie: Nevermind what I told him, okay? That was just a little bit of motivation for the big oaf. But Jon Dough? Come on....This is pathetic! So, we've come up with a little plan.

Miss Rocky: Oh really? Do tell.

Kittie: Rage here has decided to issue an open challenge to anyone on the men's roster. Preferrably someone worth a damn, but hey, if they've got the balls to challenge him it's worth something, isn't it? We expect to hear an answer to the challenge next week.

Miss Rocky: And what if whoever accepts the challenge isn't to your liking? This plan of yours doesn't make much sense.

Rage then takes a step forward this time glaring down at Miss Rocky.

Rage: Here's what's gonna happen bitch. If someone doesn't answer the challenge next week and agree to face me in two weeks, well, I'll just have to take matters in my own hands. And if I'm not satisfied with whoever accepts the challenge...I still take matters into my own hands. How does that sound?

Miss Rocky: Who exactly would be up to your standards, Rage? Because from the sounds of it, you're just going to do whatever the hell you want anyway.

Rage lets out an evil laugh and shakes his head. He doesn't respond and simply walks past Miss Rocky, leaving Kittie to answer for him.

Kittie: I guess that means you'll just have to watch and find out, doesn't it?

Kittie then skips off after Rage as the two head to find Synn and head towards the ring for his match. Miss Rocky looks a little confused, but shrugs it off as she heads down the hall looking for another potential interview.

The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo???s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage, dressed for business in an Armani suit. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out.

Simone: This man went to war at Chaos In Cape Town, and he is not looking any worse for the wear tonight!

Adams: I wonder what he???s got planned for tonight?

He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro???s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Hot Stuff is wearing snake skin shorts and matching snake skin boots, both with Union Jack flags on both the shorts and boots with HS on the rear. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He walks over to Justin Decent who hands him a microphone. The fans cheer loudly for him despite his usual standing with them. He soaks it in with an arrogant smirk upon his face before he walks to the center of the ring. He raises the microphone to his lips, cutting the fans and the music short.

HS: You lot must???ve really enjoyed my match at Chaos In Cape Town, yeah?

Crowd: *POP!*

HS: I bet you guys want to see an encore, yeah?

Crowd: *POP!!*

HS: Maybe even an encore??? here tonight?

Crowd: *POP!!!* YES!!!

The crowd begins cheering in a deafening capacity as ???Hot Stuff??? looks shocked at their response. He winces a bit, covering his ears as he smirks, nodding his head. He begins pacing back and forth, checking the reaction of the fans inside of the club. He looks up to the second tier as he chuckles into the microphone.

HS: Well, let me tell you this. If I was going to do an encore match??? which I???m not??? but if I was? It would certainly not be in a shit hole like this???

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

HS: What happened to all that cheering business we heard not even two minutes ago? What? You don???t love me anymore? Something tells me I will be able to get on just fine with that. I can let a lot of things slide.

Simone: Aaaand he???s back???

Adams: Where did he go? I must???ve did that thing where a shiny thing catches my attention and???. Ooooh, hot dog wrapper floating in the breeze!

???Hot Stuff??? smirks as he starts pacing again. He thinks it over for a second before bringing the microphone back to his lips.

HS: Chaos In Cape Town was one of our highest rated Super Cards to date in SCW. We banked gobs of money off of that show, even if it was complete and utter bollocks. We saw Andrew Garcia lose the Roulette Championship to that ingrate, Kain??? Joshua Acquin and Lucian Frost lost the Tag Team Championships??? Max Burke and Duke Ata Tupoi ended up on the losing end of things. Sean Jackson was upended by that pathetic excuse for a champion, Simon Jones. Hell, about the only good thing that happened was Mean Girls defeating Amy Marshall and Karina Koji, but that was too obvious not to call!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

HS: Would you lot shut up so I can get back to the VIP lounge where I rightfully belong?

???Hot Stuff??? shakes his head in annoyance as he glares out into the audience. They continue to rain down boos upon him, but he quickly bounces back.

HS: There???s not much I can do about the fake champions walking around SCW right now. I can???t take back the wins that Gene Banton Junior and Michael??? Equinox??? *Chuckles* But I can do one thing. I can stop another embarrassment from coming over Sin City. You see, the Darth Vader of SCW is in line for a shot at the SCW Roulette Championship. Well, for someone who has only won one match, I think it???s a right fucker of someone of his caliber to get a chance at a piece of SCW gold???

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!

Simone: What are you talking about, boss? Did you have a little too many drinks tonight?

Adams: When does the boss not have a good time on the sauce?

HS: I will be damned if I???m going to sit by and let this joke come in here and get a shot at the title before more deserving stars. There is nobody who deserve it less than???

The arena goes dark as silver lights fill the space as a voice comes across the speakers saying "THE FORCE IS STRONG IN THIS ONE." Right as that is said, the sound of light sabres fill the airwaves when little men in white suits walks out onto the stage and forms a long line down the ramp and around the ring. The light sabres fade out as "Close My Eyes Forever" strikes up and a white light shines above the entrance area. A beautiful woman walks out first as she is wearing a sparkly dress followed by a big black man with a woman by his side as well. Right as "Heaven is in the palm of my hand" is sung, Horace Jackson comes walking out dressed in his Darth Vader like gear. He stops at the top of the ramp as the crowd is going absolutely crazy. He waves to the crowd as he begins walking down the ramp. He high fives all the little kids in the front row as his wife Bridgette is clapping along with everyone. He reaches the ringside area and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He looks around the arena before stepping over the ring ropes and walking towards the center of the ring. He reaches the center of it and lifts his arms high into the air as silver and blue lights shine down on everyone. He brings his arms down as all the lights come back up. He stares right at ???Hot Stuff??? Mark Ward as Bridgette retrieves him a microphone. He graciously takes it from Bridgette as he faces the boss.

Horace Jackson: You know something Mark. I really don't think it has anything to do with Darth Vader. I think you got your panties in a twist because your so called soldier Wrath got his teeth kicked in like I said would happen. I earned my title shot which is more than I can say about anyone associated with HSI. In fact, I aim to cash in my title shot around the August Supercard.

The crowd gives a loud oviation as Horace remains in the face of Mark Ward. ???Hot Stuff??? rolls his eyes as he looks over at the man standing in front of him in the Darth Vader mask. He takes a few steps closer, narrowing his eyes at the Beast From the Southeast.

HS: Ya got lucky there, mate. If it wasn???t for that Crash flying around the ring, you wouldn???t have stood a chance against Wrath. As a matter of fact, I intend to strip that Contendership right off of you, and pin it right onto Wrath.

Horace narrows his eyes as he lifts the microphone.

Horace Jackson: If you do Mark then you will be just like everyone kissing your backside and that is a hypocrite. I earned this Contendership unlike Wrath so if you want to make a mortal enemy then I suggest you tread very lightly. Do you think this is my first rodeo with a corrupted boss like you? I could beat Wrath one on one but why do I need to. I already beat him when it mattered most.

Horace backs up a bit as his little sister grabs the microphone out of Horace's hand.

Vivian: "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, you seem really pissed off. Is it because my big brother did something at Chaos in Cape Town that you couldn't? Is that why you are bullying my brother into a corner. Is it because he actually won his match? That is pretty pathetic if you are jealous of the popularity of my brother. Do you not see the thousands of fans here in Las Vegas wearing Horace Jackson t-shirts instead of HSI t-shirts.

Vivan steps back behind her big brother as he gets back in the face of Mark Ward. Mark smirks as he leans in closer, getting just inches from the mask of Horace Jackson.

HS: Jealous? Mate, what do I got to be jealous about? I own this company. I own the hard earned dollars of every arsehole in the building right now. I own the roster??? I own that cheap Toys ???R Us mask you???re wearing. I own that nylon cape ya struttin??? about in. I own that microphone in ya hand, the ring ya standing in. I??? own??? you! AND! I own that loud mouthed BITCH behind you!

Horace nearly headbutts Mark for that last comment but restrains himself.

Horace Jackson: Let me make one thing clear bub. The next time you call my little sister a "bitch" you better be ready for a damn fight. Last time I checked this mask that I wear isn't owned by you. This cape wasn't bought by you. This attire that I wear has been property of Horace Jackson even before I stepped into this company. So you can keep riding that high rocking chair that you got between your legs and scream till the cows come home. Because the facts are this you are jealous of me. You are jealous because I have the balls to stand right in your face and tell you that THE DARK SIDE IS MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU. Now if you are done with whatever this was then I will start preparing for my title match in August.

Horace stands his ground as the cold tip of his mask is touching the forehead of Mark Ward.

HS: What part of, I own the pair of you did you not understand. You signed your life over to me, and I can do whatever I damn well please with it. I plan on giving that title shot to someone who deserves it, and then maybe I???ll give a once over to ya sister after that. She looks like she can handle it pretty well???

Horace Jackson: What part of "Don't piss me off" is hard for you to grasp? I may have aigned here but I will be damned if you think for one second you own me. The Beast from the Southeast isn't owned by anyone. I guess you didn't heed my warning so this is on you.

Horace then headbutts Mark as Bridgette and Vivian exits the ring in a hurry. Horace drops his microphone as he and Rabid Al stands ready for a fight. The crowd is on their toes as Mark smiles, touching at his nose as he waves his hand in the air. The crowds cheering turns to boos as a dozen or more security members rush down to the ring. The booing continues as they swarm onto Horace Jackson. Mark???s smile grows as the security rushes Horace outside of the ring. Mark soaks in the booing for a moment before raising the microphone to his lips.

HS: See that, Darth? I told ya I owned you! You know what happens when ya attack a boss? You get suspended! I get what I want, once again, and that???s your arse outta this building, indefinitely!

Mark waves goodbye to Horace as security shoves him and his family through the curtains, with a smile. ???Midnight Tornado??? blasts over the speakers as ???Hot Stuff??? tosses the microphone over the ropes at Justin Decent as he moves over toward the ropes.

Simone: It looks like the boss just outsmarted Horace Jackson, in a most despicable way.

Adams: What? All I saw was him piss off Horace Jackson, and he got knocked in the face. What did I miss?

Simone: ??? Just??? nevermind???

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first???

"New Low" by Middle Class Rut plays. Jon waits for the lyrics to start and holding a mic in his right hand, he walks from behind the curtain singing the lyrics to the song while he high fives as many fans as he can till he hit???s the ring.

Justin: Making his way to SCW from FoShan, China???he is Jon Dough!

He then slides from under the button ropes. Gets on his feet and gets on top of one of the turnbuckles and hold the mic up in the air while the crowd sings the chorus.

Justin: And his opponent???

Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance.

Simone: Jason! Get out from under the table!

Adams: Just tell me when he leaves!

Simone: We have a job to do!

Adams: Fiiiiiiine???

The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. His manager, Synn, stands on one side of him, while his valet, and fellow Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Kittie, stands on the other. They stand at the entrance for a few moments before Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting a mixred reaction from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face.

Justin: From Parts Unknown???weighing 300 pounds???he is the Sin of Wrath???Rage!

Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Synn and Kittie take their place on the outside of the ring as Rage looks to the backstage entrance. His music dies down and he immediately goes after his opponent, knock Dough down with a hard right hand.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: The Sin of Wrath is going on the early offensive.

Rage mounts Jon Dough and repeatedly slams his opponent in the face with hard right hands. He jumps to his feet and grabs the top rope with both hands before placing his bight right combat boot firmly across the neck of Jon Dough and pressing down hard. Referee Drew Patton tries to push him off but when the big man refuses, Drew starts his count.

One! Two! Three! Four! Fi-

At the last second Rage lets go of Jon Dough and throws his arms up in the air as if he has done nothing wrong. Referee Drew Patton gives the Sin of Wrath a warning before letting the action continue.

Adams: Rage has to be careful or he might get himself disqualified.

Simone: I???m not entirely sure he would care, Jason.

As Jon tries to get up, Rage runs in with a big boot to the side of his head, knocking him right back down to the canvas. He picks Dough up by the head and throws him into the corner. Rage lets out a loud scream before running in with a hard European uppercut that nearly takes Jon Dough???s head off, knocking him down to the mat in the corner. Rage again applies his size 12 combat boot across the neck of Dough and Drew Patton immediately starts his count again.

One! Two! Three! Four!

Rage lets go and again gets a stiff warning from Referee Drew Patton.

Adams: Rage is still pushing Drew Patton???s limits.

Simone: Again, I don???t think he really cares.

Rage picks Jon Dough up and places him in the corner again and slaps him with a hard backhand across his chest.

Crowd: WOO!

He goes to whip Jon Dough toward the opposite corner but somehow the Babyface of FoShan reverses the whip, sending the behemoth Rage flying into the corner.

Dough runs in with a flying corner splash and the crowd gets behind him.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: This Las Vegas crowd really loves them some Jon Dough!

As Rage bounces out, Dough grabs him by the back of the head and sends him face first into the canvas with a running bulldog. He flips the big man over and hooks the leg as Drew Patton drops down to the mat to make the count.

One!

Tw-

Before Patton can slam his hand down to the canvas the second time, Rage with an impressive show of strength presses up and throws Jon Dough up into the air and a few feet away to break the cover.

Simone: Wow did you see that, Jason? Jason? Jason! Get out from under the table!

Adams: He???s so scary???

Simone: Ughhh! Just once I want to work with professionals???

Both men get to their feet at the same time but Jon Dough immediately goes on the offensive, slamming the big man with hard rights and lefts, which send Rage back pedaling into the corner. Jon hits a few hard kicks before climbing to the second. He raises his right hand in the air signaling to the crowd before beginning to drop hard right hands on to the skull of the Sin of Wrath.

One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Si-

As Jon pounces on the head of the big man, Rage picks him up over his head and in another impressive feat of strength, hits a hard running powerbomb. He drops for the cover and Drew Patton gets down to the make the count.

Simone: What a counter by the big man!

One!

Two!

Adams: And Dough powers out in two!

Rage goes to pick Jon Dough up but the crafty veteran pulls him down to the mat for a quick pin.

Adams: Small Package! He???s got the big man!

One!

Two!

Thr-

Simone: No! Rage kicked out at the last second.

Jon Dough can???t believe it as he sees Drew Patton hold up two fingers. He turns right into a monstrous looking spinebuster from Rage.

Adams: Owie!

Rage screams out into the audience as Kittie and Synn look on in approval. He picks Jon Dough up by his hair and then scoops him up, setting him up for a tombstone piledriver.

Adams: Oh no!

Simone: Here it comes!

Rage drops Jon Dough on his head, sending neck into his shoulders.

Simone: THE DEATH DROP!

Dough drops limp to the mat and Rage pins his opponents shoulders down as Drew Patton drops down to the mat.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner???.RAGE!

Kittie and Synn climb up the steps and into the ring to celebrate with Rage as they get a mixed to negative reaction from the Vegas crowd.

Adams: It was a valiant effort by the FoShan native but ultimately the monster Rage was too much to handle.

Simone: Jon Dough should hold his head high though as he was still impressive in defeat.

The sounds of ???Help is on the way??? blare over the PA and soon enough, Roxi Johnson parts the curtain to a tremendous ovation.

Adams: And here comes Roxi Johnson. A woman who has been through a lot lately, but it looks like now she???s back to normal.

Simone: It was rough there for a while, but she???s back, and it should be interesting what she has to say.

Roxi makes her way down the aisle, seemingly in a jovial mood as she slaps some hands along the way, but doesn???t waste any time getting in the ring and waving to the fans before taking the microphone.

Roxi: I uh???I don???t really know what to say right now.

Cheers of encouragement.

Roxi: I guess, the first thing I have to do, is apologize???Apologize to all of you, for not being who I should have been.

More cheers of encouragement.

Roxi: What I became, the things I put you all through, and my friends and loved ones through, was horrible. I???m not proud of what I became, and for that, I???m sorry.

Cheers.

Roxi: I???I never imagined what would happen if I stopped being who I was. And what happened, was that I made of a lot of people lose hope. People looked at me differently. Little children were afraid of me. And for that, I???m sorry.

The crowd still murmurs as she pauses, and removes the hair that has drifted down into her face.

Roxi: I brought a man here, who made me think that all of you hated me. He twisted everything and made me believe it. And it was just so confusing and dark for me. But you guys???you guys were right to boo. Because I became something that isn???t me. And that man turned me against you. He turned everything upside down, and it???it was something, that I can???t let go of. I just hope, someday, you???ll be able to forgive me, for what I did.

Cheers.

Roxi: Which brings me to the bombshell???s title. While I was happy to have it, I felt like???I didn???t deserve that title.

Boos.

Roxi: No, I won that title, but the way it happened, and who I was, makes me sick. In fact, Misty was right when she said that I TAINTED that title. So, now, I have to redeem myself, or at least try to, by, winning it back, and being a champion, that you all can be proud of.

Cheers.

Roxi: I want to undo all of the bad things that happened the past couple of months, I want to change everything for the better. But there are some people that I really need to thank, before I???m ready to move forward.

Roxi pauses, and regains her composure

Roxi: There we so many of you who tried to help me. So many who, despite everything, never gave up on me. Simon Jones. Thank you. You were one of the first to let me know, that there were people who cared about me.

Cheers for Simon.

Roxi: Misty. Her remarks were brief, but she too never wanted me to stop being who I was. She stood up for me. She didn???t quit on me. Thank you.

Cheers for Misty.

Roxi: And Electra. Electra, who despite not knowing me personally, made it her mission to bring me back from that dark place. It was with her help???that I still stand before you today. She never gave up on me, and she proved herself, to be a true hero. Thank you.

Cheers for Electra.

Roxi: And finally, all the fans, who never stopped believing. Who never quit on me, even when I may have quit on me. You guys are awesome. Thank you so much.

Wild cheers.

Roxi: So???uh, now that we have all of that out of the way, I guess it???s time to back to work again!

Cheers.

Roxi: I haven???t been the hero I should have been, but now???I???m back! And I promise, I promise on everything good in me: I???m never going to do anything like that to all of you, ever again! Someday, somehow, I???m going to make this all right again. And that starts now! Thank you guys so much, for still letting be your hero!

The fans cheer as Roxi???s music kick up again, and he waves to the fans before exiting the ring.

Simone: Everything is right with the world Jason.

Zuri is standing outside the casino talking on her cell phone. When she sees Horace Jackson getting tossed out. Zuri quickly hangs up and walks briskly toward Horace.

Zuri Chastain: What is going on?

One of the security guards turns toward Zuri and puts a hand.