DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following is the first bout of the evening. Introducing first???

FoShan Theme starts to play. The lights go out and come back on only to see smoke everywhere and Ninja already in the ring.

Justin: For FoShan China???Ninja!!!!

"What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too. If you shake my hand better count your fingers."

The pre chorus for Dread and The Fugitive Mind kicks on the loudspeakers as TJ Codair steps out from the back and walks down the entrance ramp, the fans are chanting Codair's name, as he makes it down to ringside.

Justin: From Boston, Mass???.making his SCW Debut???..TJ Codair!!!!!

"What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment?"

Codair gets in the ring.

"If I'm right I loose nothing, if you're right I loose it all."

Codair walks over to the turnbuckles.

Adams: The much lauded Codair has been brash on twitter claiming to be the biggest thing to happen to Sin City Wrestling since???well ever.

Simone: Codair is a cagey ring veteran who will look to set the wrestling world on fire here in Nevada but first he???s gotta tackle Ninja which is no easy task.

"I ought to get caught because I'm doing something wicked"

Codair climbs the second turnbuckle and looks out to the fans.

"I'm guilty haunted by my fear and the only consequences are dread and the fugitive mind."

The music stops as Codair drops off the second turnbuckle and gets ready for the match to begin. The two men walk toward the center of the ring when they are interrupted by a familiar tune.

Crowd: POP!

???Dangerous??? by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the PA System and out walks the ???Fearless One??? Steve Ramone.

Adams: What???s he doing out here?

Simone: One can only assume he???d like to get a closer look at Codair after the new guy interrupted him last week.

Ramone, dressed in street clothes, makes his way down to ringside and takes a seat next to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at the commentary table. He grabs the extra headset and fixes it on his head.

Ramone: Howdy Jason, Belinda.

Simone: For what do we owe this pleasure, Steve?

Ramone: Last week Codair got involved in my match and I just wanted him to know that sometimes???that works both ways. I wanted a good look at TJ and what he can actually do in the ring when someone???s back isn???t turned.

Simone: Fair enough, let???s get to the action!

DING! DING! DING!

Codair smacks Ninja right across the mouth as soon as referee Jasmine St. John calls for the bell. Ninja fires back but TJ ducks and then kicks him in the gut. He grabs his head and sends him straight down to the mat with a Snap DDT. He goes for the cover but before St. John can get down for the count, Ninja kicks out in a hurry.

Adams: The new comer, Codair, looking to end things quickly.

Simone: He may certainly try but it???s gonna take a lot more to keep Ninja of FoShan down.

TJ grabs Ninja around the neck into a chokehold while they are both still on the mat. He tightens the hold as St. John starts her count.

One???Two???Three???Four???Fi-

TJ lets go at the last second. He stands up in a hurry and kicks Ninja hard in his back

SMACK!

The force of the kick sends him down to the mat squirming in pain. Codair leaps up into the air and lands with a hard stomp with both feet on the chest of the FoShan native. He goes for the cover and St. John goes down to the mat for the cover.

One! Two!

Ninja throws his shoulder up in the air. An angry TJ stands up and starts to kick and stop on Ninja as he rolls toward the ropes. He grabs on to the bottom rope but that doesn???t stop TJ. He stands on Ninja with both feet, grabbing the top rope and pulling up for leverage. Jasmine starts he count again.

One???Two???Three???Four???Fi-

He lets go of the top rope at the last second again as St. John warns him but he laughs in her face.

Crowd: BOO!

Adams: TJ better be careful or he could get disqualified here.

Ramone: That???s the kind of guy this Codair is. No respect. I don???t care how many years you got in the ring.

Codair continues to argue with St. John when out of nowhere, Ninja pulls him down from behind and rolls him up for a pinfall attempt. St. John drops to the mat for the count.

One!

Two!

Thr-

He kicks out at just the last second. Ninja jumps right up to his feet and lands a flipping heel kick to the face of the seated Codair. He goes for another cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: Codair kicks out again!

Ninja gets up and goes to pull Codair up but the Boston native hits him with a hard fist in the gut. He grabs Ninja???s arms and pulls him in, hitting a nasty looking Short Arm Clothesline.

SMACK!

TJ mounts Ninja and drops a few bombs on his face before getting up and taunting the crowd, flipping his hand from under his chin and laughing. He picks up Ninja and scoops him in to a slam, dropping him hard on to the mat. He sits back in the corner, waiting for Ninja slowly get to his feet. As he does, TJ moves in for an attack but the uniquely quick Ninja counters and hits the newcomer with a patented dropkick to his knee. With Codair on his knee and reeling in pain, Ninja goes for a Straight Jacket Choke.

Simone: Ninja CHOKE!

Adams: He???s got it locked in!

Codair tries to worm out of the hold and begins to throw punches over his head, landing a hard one to the top of Ninja???s head.

CRACK!

After taking a hard hit to the head, Ninja is forced to let go. Codair regains his composure and goes on the offensive. He grabs Ninja and lifts him up in the air before sending him down to the canvas with a hard takedown.

Simone: SPINEBUSTER!

Adams: That didn???t look like it felt good did it, Steve?

Ramone: No Jason, it did not.

TJ picks Ninja up. He goes to whip him in to the ropes but instead, he pulls him back hard and hits him with what can only be explained as the world???s most powerful belly to belly suplex. He bounces off of the ropes and leaps in to the air, landing a standing splash. He hooks the leg and St. John, again, drops to the mat for the count.

One! Two!

Ninja throws his shoulder up and Jasmine raises two fingers. Codair stands up and kicks Ninja a few times before attempting to pick him up again but this time, Ninja lands a hard fist into the gut of TJ which backs him up a few feet. Ninja stands up in a hurry and whips him into a turnbuckle. He lands a hard roundhouse kick to the side of TJ, which drops the Boston native to the mat. Ninja calls out to the crowd.

Crowd: FOSHAN!

Adams: Ninja is climbing the ropes.

Ramone: This is the kind of stuff I like to see.

Ninja stands tall at the top of the ropes and looks down onto his prey. He calls out to the crowd again before leaping up into the air and landing an impressive looking Senton Splash.

Simone: He hit it! He???s hooking the leg and Jasmine is there for the count!

One!

Two!

Adams: THREE!!!!

Simone: No!!! Codair kicked out!

At the last second TJ throws his shoulder up and Jasmine St. John holds up two fingers.

Adams: Ninja can???t believe it!

Ramone: I can???t believe it!

Ninja goes to climb to his feet but at the last second, TJ Codair pulls him down to the mat. He ties up one of his arms in his legs and wraps his hands firmly around his face, tightening Ninja in a crossface submission hold.

Simone: MACHINEHEAD! MACHINEHEAD!

Adams: Ninja is trying to fight to the ropes but he???s got nowhere to go!

Stuck in the center of the ring and locked in the hold, Ninja has no choice but to slam his hand down onto the mat.

TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner???..TJ CODAIR!!!!!!

The match ends as Codair is seen standing in the middle of the ring, he turns his attention quickly to the camera and gets into it.

TJ: "Hey Jon Jon, Daddy loves ya and misses ya buddy, I will see ya soon. Sorry we couldn't do our video game daddy son thing for fathers day."

Codair turns his attention back to the Ninja that is lying on the mat, Codair shakes his head and exits the ring and slaps hands on his way up the entrance ramp

Cameras quickly cut to the back as Scott Oliver is seen chasing down Bridgette Jackson and Vivian Langley. They are walking briskly toward the back of the casino.

Scott Oliver: Wait, can I get a word with either of you?

Vivian turns around and places one hand on Scott's chest.

Vivian Langley: Last week Mark Ward abused his powers by suspended my brother for doing nothing wrong. Mark Ward provoked him and now my brother who earned the right for a title shot is sitting at home. Bridgette and I are going let Mark Ward know that HSI will not get away with this wrongful act. Our attorneys are working hard to get his suspension overturned.

Scott Oliver: Will Horace ever return?

Bridgette turns around with a smirk on her face.

Bridgette: That is something you will have to watch and see. Mark Ward made his bed last week when he tossed my husband out of the building. Mark, you have been marked and The Empire will STRIKE BACK.

Vivian Langley: Now if you don't mind we have some business to take care of

The two women behind Horace walks out of the camera shot as Scott Oliver looks more confused than stoner.

The cameras switch backstage near where all of the superstars and Bombshells entered for the show. The door opens and the first to come flying through is the very familiar raven haired daughter to Spike Staggs and Misty, little Eden Staggs. She bolts down the hallway as Misty walks in not far behind her, keeping a watchful eye on her six year old.

Misty: Eden slow down and wait for me! I don't want you to get lost.

Eden stops for a moment and turns around to roll her eyes at her mother.

Eden: I can't get lost if I know everybody here! Duh!

She then turns around and darts down the hallway once again.

Misty: Good lord, when did I become the mother of a teenager? Eden, wait!

Eden rounds a corner, and just as she does, she runs right into her father, Spike Staggs. Normally he'd lift his young daughter into his arms, but because of his still injured knee, they make do with a hug.

Eden: Daddy! I was just coming to find you!

Spike: I had a feeling. I knew you two would be here soon so I thought I'd meet you guys at the door, but you still beat me.

Before Misty has a chance to respond, who should walk on to the scene? Co-Owner, 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward. He's got a smug smile on his face as he looks towards Misty.

HS: Well, well, well. Look who we have here? Come to beg me for your job back after all?

Eden looks at Mark then to her mother almost nervously. Misty looks at Eden.

Misty: Eden, sweetie, why don't you go with Daddy for a few minutes while I have a talk with Mark for a minute. I'll catch up with you guys soon, okay?

Eden: Uh oh...I think Uncle Mark is gonna get in trouble...

Eden, acting much older than she is, then shrugs and turns down the corner walking away with Spike. Once they are safely out of earshot, Misty glares at Mark and folds her arms across her chest.

Misty: Are you ever capable of being civil towards anyone, Mark? And truth be told, if I was here to beg for my job back, I'd find Christian because somehow, I doubt you'd give me my job back anyway.

HS: You're right, for the first time ever, you're legitimately right. I know you claim to be right all the time and that you say you knew things were gonna happen, after they happened, but anyone can say that. This time, you are right, because I wouldn't give you your job back.

Hot Stuff puts his finger up as Misty's about to speak, cutting her off.

HS: Because you're not actually needed anymore. I don't know if you've seen lately, but the whole bombshell division is changing. We have top young champion holding the roulette title and we have a brand new face at the top of the division. You Misty, you're not a new face and the years of you being young, has passed away a long time ago. I mean have you seen the signing's I've been making lately? Young, filled with potential, bombshells who go out there and grab the attention. You're not young Misty, you're not filled with potential, you no longer grab the attention. No one gives a damn about a former queen of imaginary fairy tale characters. You don't fit SCW anymore.

Misty laughs and shakes her head, though the look on her face isn't one of amusement. Hot Stuff seems to have struck a nerve.

Misty: If there is a reason I don't fit SCW anymore, Mark, it's because of the horrible *air quotes* talent you guys are bringing in to this place. I've seen the new Bombshells, if you can even call them that. But, in my eyes, they're NOT Bombshells.

This time Mark goes to speak and Misty cuts him off.

Misty: You and I both know that I was the one who made the Bombshell Division. I put the Bombshell Division on the map. I was the one to beat, not anyone else. And, just because I'm not on the active roster anymore, that doesn't mean I wouldn't be able to do it anymore. I'm not injured. My career wasn't permanently ended because of an injury, so therefore, I'm NOT past it. Not by a long shot.

HS: Blah, blah, blah, look, talk all you want, here's the cold truth for you. You are past it, you couldn't hang with the roster I've took the time to put together, you couldn't keep up. I bet when you get out of bed, it feels like you've wrestled fifty people, without even being in the ring. I put together the best bombshell division SCW has ever seen, and you would just water it down with your out of date look, your out of date gimmick, your out of date style. SCW has moved on from your time. You might as well face it Misty, you are the past, you will never be the future again. Your time of boring the fans is over.

Misty's nostrils flare as she glares at Hot Stuff with that smug look on his face. She takes in a deep breath and takes a step back, shaking her head.

Misty: You know what? I don't even care what you say or think. You chose to end your career the way you wanted, so what if I chose to do the same just in a different way? The only reason you're talking all this crap is because you know if I come back, all that new talent you've brought in will run away like the scared little girls they are because they wouldn't stand a chance against me. You're trying to keep me from coming back.

HS: Couldn't come back anyway if I don't let ya.

Misty: Oh, I could, but right now...I've got other things to worry about. I'm going to go spend time with my daughter and my NXT family like I intended. We're done here.

Misty turns on her heels and starts walking away, but Hot Stuff has one last thing to say to her.

HS: That's fine. Go on back home and be Sally Homemaker. You're better at that anyway!

Misty growls loudly, but doesn't give Mark the satisfaction of responding. She disappears down the hall and Mark smirks and walks away down another hall.

Backstage, we find one of SCW???s newcomers, Liz Smalls, walking through the hallway. The crowd rains down boos as soon as her face comes into view. She sighs as she looks around at the ???dirty??? surroundings, scoffing at them. She turns a corner and walks right into SCW reporter, Ms. Rocky Mountains. Rocky has a microphone in hand as she smiles sweetly at Liz.

MRM: Liz Smalls. I was just coming to find you and???

Liz rolls her eyes as she stares at Rocky for a moment, blinking as if he is almost confused by her presence.

Liz: Ummm, I don???t think that fans are allowed to be backstage, lady. Especially ones who are??? basic??? like you.

MRM: No, no??? I am SCW???s resident backstage interviewer, Ms. Rocky Mountains an???

Liz: That???s the stupidest name I???ve ever heard. It isn???t cute, and your outfit? Cover those things up, girl! Are you trying to look like a call girl? If so, nice job.

Rocky almost doesn???t know how to respond to Liz. Liz gives her a look that begs the question of why she is still there. However, Liz doesn???t walk away. Rocky raises the microphone back to her lips.

MRM: Yeah??? so, you have definitely come to SCW with a reputation, and I can see why. You have upset many people on Twitter over this past week, and there is a growing list of people who want to face you inside of the six sided ring. Any thoughts on that?

Liz: Yeah, those girls are soooo basic, it isn???t even funny. I only signed on here because I wanted to prove that I???m better than people like Marisol and DeLIAR, the one who started it all???

Liz chuckles at her own coined insult of Delia Darling. Rocky offers her a gentle chuckle out of kindness before quickly changing the subject.

MRM: Well, Delia might have a different way of doing things, but she is certainly effective as she???s gone unbeaten in SCW since she debut in February. How is your record coming into things?

Liz: Well, I haven???t technically won a match just yet, as the Twitter trenders likely know. But, I was cheated out of each victory. I refuse to do matches that deal with weapons, because that isn???t real wrestling. So, I like to think that I???m technically undefeated to. That leaves DeLIAR without any ammo against me, and???

A hearty chuckle is heard from off screen. Liz???s smile fades from her face as she turns around to spot Delia, along with Veronica Taylor, Angelica, Holly Wood, and Tessa Flannigan. She narrows her eyes as the five ladies circle her for a moment. Delia looks over to Rocky.

Delia: Would you be so kind as to leave, Ms. Mountains.

MRM: But, I???m in the middle of an interview and???

Delia: ??? and z???at wasn???t a question as much as a demand, darling??? Get lost.

With the looming threat of Angelica, Veronica, and Tessa approaching her, she sighs and holds a hand up in surrender. She slowly backs away as Delia???s pleased smile quickly fades, turning to face Liz. The rest of the Mean girls close her in as Delia takes a step forward, straightening out her designer jeans and cut off shirt.

Liz: Okay guys, I think we can find another way to deal with this, don???t you?

Delia> Ohhh, darling??? z???at time has passed. You decided to bring up my past, and make s???ings very personal??? When it gets personal, any hope of my compassion is lost for good. Should I spell it out for you?

Liz: Well, I am not scared of you three, and no matter what you try to do to me, I still won???t be scared of you basics???

Holly: Girl, you???re the basic here with your overpriced Nails By Liz, and your ratchet ass clothes.

Liz scoffs as she gets a good look of Holly. She gets an almost scared look on her face as she looks away from Holly. She points over to Tessa for a second.

Liz: Oh, I thought she was the drag queen, but that Adam???s Apple, and your jaw is almost as manly as Delia???s, soooo???

Holly and Tessa both ball up their fists as they close in on Liz. Delia snaps her fingers with authority, stopping them in their tracks as she narrows her eyes at Liz.

Delia: Z???ose same insults, and I couldn???t care less, darling??? I do not need to defend my facial structure, especially to you, bird beak??? But, you keep pushing my buttons, and I do intend to destroy you. I am destroying you on Twitter. I will destroy your reputation first. I will expose you as a fraud. Z???en, in one weeks time, I will destroy you physically.

Liz: You keep saying that, but you won???t. I???m going to be the one to win our match next week, and I???m going to shut you up in front of everyone. Maybe even your ex Guillaume will be watching from home?

Delia grits her teeth with a growl. All bets are off as Delia starts to lunge toward Liz. She stops herself when a man walks into the picture, nudging his way between Tessa and Veronica. Delia looks as if she has just seen a ghost. A man who looks to be close to 40, clean shaven, with a balding head, hooks his arm underneath Liz???s.

Man: Leez??? do no leesten to z???ese Mean Girls. Let us find z???e offeece, shall we?

Liz: Yes, let???s go Guillaume. Later??? DeLIAR!

Liz sticks her tongue out at Delia as they nudge their way past her. Guillaume mutters something that causes Liz to laugh out loud as Delia is clearly seething.

Adams: Did Liz Smalls just walk away with Delia???s ex fiancee? I think she just brought this to a whole NEW level of personal!

Simone: Moments earlier we saw the debut of TJ Cordair and he impressed the fans with his match against The Ninja.

Adams: And now we have yet another debut! This time it???s for the Bombshell Division as Marisol Hawkes debuts against Traci Paterson.

Simone: Let???s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following Bombshell Contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first???..

Pyro goes off as the chorus of "And We Run" blares through the speakers. Marisol comes out and stands in the center of the stage.

Justin: Making her SCW Debut Marisol Hawkes!

The fans give her a mixed reaction as she walks down the ramp. She gets in the ring and stares up the ramp waiting on her opponent while she stretches and paces the ring.

Simone: She had some strong words for her opponent and Traci did as well!

Adams: Can???t wait for this!

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA system and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walks down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this.

Justin: And her opponent, from Dallas, Texas, Traci Paterson!

The pair starts making their way to the ringside area but they don???t get a chance to enter the ring as Marisol gets a running start and hits a suicide dive onto the sisters that brings the crowd to their feet.

Simone: Marisol isn???t waiting for her opponents!

Adams: She obviously wants to make an impact on her debut!

Jacob Summers leans in through the gap between the top and middle rope and calls for Marisol to bring the match back into the ring, Marisol nods before picking up Traci and throwing her back into the ring before following her back in and as soon as Jacob calls for the bell Marisol goes for a cover 1???.2???..and Traci powers out of it.

Simone: Traci has a height and weight advantage over Marisol but she lacks Marisol???s speed.

Adams: But she makes up for that in the power department!

Marisol tries to think up a new strategy but she takes too long as Traci has time to recover from the Suicide Dive and uses it to sneak up behind her and drive her into the matt with a Full Nelson Slam, now it???s Traci???s turn to go for a cover 1???.2???..and Marisol quickly kicks out, Traci doesn???t argue with Jacob about it and instead picks up Marisol.

Simone: Looks like Traci is going for a Powerbomb.

Adams: She???s got her up???..

But Traci???s attempt at a Powerbomb doesn???t work as Marisol catches her by surprise with a Hurricanrana that stuns Traci, Traci recovers and charges towards Marisol with a Clothesline attempt but Marisol ducks under it and hits her with a T-Bone Suplex! Marisol holds on for a cover 1???..2???.and Traci kicks out with authority.

Simone: It looks like Traci underestimated Marisol going into this match!

Adams: And it???s coming back to bite her in the ass!

Traci is clearly starting to get frustrated with her opponent as she slams her hands against the matt, Marisol tries to continue the attack but Traci catches her and goes for her finisher, The Heart of Texas Sittout Chokebomb, but Marisol manages to fight out of the attempt and hits her with a DDT before Traci can try anything else, Marisol goes for another cover 1???.2???.and Traci kicks out!

Simone: And yet another nearfall for Marisol!

Adams: If she can???t get the upper hand Marisol???s debut match will end with her first win!

Now it???s Marisol???s turn to get frustrated as she argues with Jacob over a slow count, but, as all SCW referees do in this situation, Jacob maintains his ground and tells the newcomer to focus on winning the match advice that comes too late as Traci spins her around and hits Marisol with a Discuss Clothesline before following it up with a Belly To Belly Suplex.

Simone: And just like that the veteran???s in control.

Adams: Marisol???s been in other feds but SCW has the best competition around!

Traci goes for a cover 1???2???.and Marisol kicks out in the nick of time, Traci argues with the ref over a slow count but Jacob, once again maintains his ground.

Simone: Jacob???s been doing a fine job of maintaining his ground.

Adams: Especially since these bombshells have disagreed with the ref???s decision more times than a football fan watching the World Cup!

However Traci keeps arguing with the ref giving Marisol ample time to roll her up 1???.2???.and Traci kicks out just as quickly as she was rolled up, Marisol doesn???t get a chance to argue this time however as Traci picks up Marisol and drives her into the matt with a pair of gutwrench suplexes before she goes for another cover 1???..2???.and Marisol kicks out!

Simone: No matter what Traci tries Marisol won???t stay down!

Adams: That might not be the case for much longer Traci???s calling for her finisher!

Traci picks up the newcomer and, once again, goes her finisher but Marisol fights out of it and hits Traci with a T-Bone Suplex before going for a cover 1???.2???.and Traci kicks out quite literally as she uses one of her long legs to kick Marisol off of her via a kick to the face stunning her and giving her a chance to recover from Marisol???s onslaught, Marisol tries to follow it up with a move of some kind but Traci catches her with a discuss clothesline!

Simone: And just like that Traci is back in control.

Adams: And she???s going for a cover!

1???.2???.and Marisol kicks out, Traci gets right in Jacob???s face and accuses him of biased officiating but Jacob???s having none of it and tells her to get her mind back in the game, Traci stands there fuming before turning around and picking up Marisol only to get hit with a jawbreaker that stuns her, Marisol gets to her feet and calls for her finisher.

Adams: Now Marisol???s calling for her finisher.

Simone: And from what I???ve heard she has three to choose from!

Traci turns around and Marisol grabs her head going for the Twist of Fate???.but Traci pushes her off, pulls her back in and hits her with the Heart of Texas!

Simone: And just like that she???s hit her finisher!

Adams: Good try Marisol but it looks like Traci has it won!

Traci goes for a cover 1???..2???.3!!!

Justin: Here???s your winner, Traci Patterson!

Simone: Like you said Jason, it was a good effort by Marisol but Traci???s experience paid off.

Adams: Great match though!

Traci leaves the ring and celebrates with her sister whilst Marisol recovers in the ring.

The scene opens up with a shot of Ben Jordan standing in his wrestling attire while his girlfriend Emma Rose is still wearing a dress nevertheless she has her SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship over her right shoulder.

Emma: Good luck tonight.

Ben looks down at his girlfriend with a cheeky smile as he adjusts his wrestling trunks.

Ben: At this rate more concerned that I???m going to be the only one standing in the ring darling.

Running his fingers through his hair the cool and calm Cockney King lets out a slight chuckle as Emma pouts.

Emma: Aww if that???s the case I???ll come out and we can

Before she can even continue Ben cuts her off excitedly.

Ben: EMMA ROSE, I didn???t think you were into that sort of thing...

Reaching out he grabs onto her hips pulling her into him, hinting that he meant a public display of affection. Rolling her clear green ups up at him she sighs, trying to hold back a laugh.

Emma: I was going to say a thumb war, what were you thinking?

His smile fades to a frown but he keeps his hands on her hips, enjoying her much happier side.

Ben: Nevermind...

Flicking a long lock of her red hair out of her eye sight the Kiwi brings her right index finger up to Ben???s nose tapping it there, annoying him in the process.

Emma: Ben Jordan, I still don???t like you, I mean I love you but...

Throwing his hands up in the air Ben takes a step away from Emma.

Ben: I???ve bought you the whole tiffany???s store, how am I still in trouble?

Shaking his head he can???t believe his luck as Emma just smiles up at him adjusting her championship.

Emma: Here???s the deal you win tonight and you???re out of trouble, you lose tonight and you and David McStaresOn get to sleep in the spare room.

Extending her hand out for a hand shake Emma watches on as Ben raises his eyebrow at how formal she???s being with him.

Ben: Done deal...

Sealing the deal with a hand shake Emma giggles, the sound of her girly laughter catches Ben???s attention.

Ben: Wait... who?

Returning her hand down to her side Emma just smirks up at him, while he looks at her confused.

Emma: You???re stupid cardboard cut out of Becks???... that has a real staring problem...

Ben: You leave David out of this...

Waving him off Emma just ignores him as he is due to head out to the ring any minute now.

Emma: Yeah yeah, anyways... good luck... and just remember if you win tonight, you get all of me tonight.

With a sexy smile and wink the fiery redhead walked off leaving Ben with a massive smile on his face.

Zuri Chastain is seen walking down the hallway with Bryon Maxwell and Blanca Chastain. She is looking around when Rocky Mountains bumps into her. Rocky starts looking worried as Zuri just smirks at her.

Ms Rocky Mountains: I am so sorry. I guess I should watch where I am going.

Zuri Chastain: Yeah, you should pay attention but since you are here. There are some things that I need to get off my chest.

Ms Rocky Mountains: What is it?

Zuri smirks some more as Rocky is still worried.

Zuri Chastain: Out of all the women on this roster, there is one person that needs to come to terms with Lady Justice. That woman is Mercedes Vargas.

Rocky and everyone on the backstage crew drops their jaw as Zuri smirks.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Are you sure that is wise?

Zuri Chastain: Mercedes maybe a multi-time champion here in SCW but that is only because she has never faced someone like me. Grant it she is talented but let's be real. She knows that Lady Justice is the one woman she can't beat.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Do you have a death wish?

Zuri Chastain: No, I have a crime that needs solving and Mercedes is the reason behind this crime. Mercedes, if you have the brains you would come face me. Remember, No one crosses Lady Justice.

We suddenly hear laughter in the background. Rocky Mountains turns in the direction as Mercedes Vargas enters the shot, wearing a unique variation of her ring gear in the colors of sky blue and white - obviously the colors of Argentina in support of her country in the World Cup.

Mercedes Vargas: Someone obviously is a little early for Halloween.

Mercedes suddenly takes a step back, placing a hand over her heart in mock sympathy.

Mercedes Vargas: Wow. You really let yourself go, haven't you, Roxi?

Zuri and Blanca exchange confused looks. Mercedes can only smirk as she sized up the sisters, mostly focusing on Zuri.

Mercedes Vargas: I mean, that whole episode with Cyrus must have taken a lot out of you and...

She quickly gasps in surprise, covering her mouth as she does so before circling around Zuri.

Mercedes Vargas: Did you go blonde? No offense, but red is so not your color. I think it's a good look for you, though.

Mercedes reaches out to touch her hair, but Blanca bats her hand away out of instinct and abruptly stood in front of her sister.

Blanca Chastain: Why don't you back off, Mercedes. Unless you want to start something you'll soon regret.

Mercedes Vargas: Aww, and you even got your own sidekick.

Mercedes reaches out, to Blanca's surprise, and pinches her cheek.

Mercedes Vargas: How cute. What are you going to do, melt me with your heat ray vision?

Perhaps in a feeble attempt at peacemaker, Rocky Mountains keeps her distance but just enough to be in the center of the confrontation. Mercedes glances at the backstage interviewer, then to the sisters.

Mercedes Vargas: I think either the peroxide has leaked into your brain or you're wearing that eye mask a little too tight there, sweetheart. Ms. Rocky Mountains has a point. You two must really be asking for a death wish if you think you candle handle me. Do you know who I am? I am Mercedes Vargas the Argentine Assassin, and unless you two want to end up my checklist, I suggest you treat with the respect I deserve.

Zuri gets right in Mercedes face but backs away immediately. She waves her hand in front of her nose.

Zuri Chastain: You would get respect from me if your breath didn't smell like ass. I don't care who you are or where in the hell you came from. The Anti Hero needs a battle and what better way to get noticed then by stomping your ass into oblivion.

A smirk comes across Zuri's face.

Zuri Chastain: That is unless you are scared. I am willing to bet that you have no clue on how to beat me. So Mercedes what do you say. Do you want to cross Lady Justice?

The scene starts to fade as Mercedes and Zuri get nose to nose.

Adams: It's party time!

Simone: What are you talking about?

Adams: Didn't you hear? SCW is throwing the Bosom Buddies a celebration party! This is gonna be great.

Synn: While we're of course not close to finished, and tonight will be yet another significant challenge, it's only appropriate we come here tonight to recognition an impressive accomplishment. What many thought was an ill-conceived and doomed pairing is now an undefeated tag team who are now the reigning SCW Tag Team Champions. So ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for...

Simone: Oh great, what does he want?

Adams: Maybe Nick just wants in on the party. It is a celebration for his cousin after all.

Nick: Now, now... I know that look, before you get all upset let me just make one thing clear, the reason I'm out here is rather simple. I agree with you, Synn.

Nick: You're right, these two kids here have had themselves quite the little run, and have a very nice accomplishment here to boot.

Nick: They deserve recognition for what they've accomplished and I'm glad they've accomplished it. So allow me to tell the two of you...

Nick: My mistake, allow me to tell the THREE of you... you're welcome.

Simone: What?!?

Adams: He said "you're welcome".

Simone: I know what he said, but... forget it.

Nick: I feel honored to be able to have helped bring you guys to this level. I mean just take a look back and see what you guys once were. Just take a look back at how the wrestling world first got to know Big B. He was just some goofy cousin of mine that my aunt forced me into giving a job to. Back then he was a huge, silent oaf known by nothing more than a last name. Hell, even once B here did finally became a known name, of course thanks to me, he still seen as more of a comedic act to laugh at instead of with, rather than any sort of real physical threat. Sure, he was supposed to be some sort of so-called "bodyguard", but no one was ever really scared of him, despite his size. Just think about it, if B here was as big and bag as he was supposed to be, I never would have needed this guy, now would I?

Nick: In truth, the only thing folks were scared of about B in those days was daring to call him by his real name. But that has all changed in recent times, hasn't it? How could that be though? Years and years of not being as any sort of threat, be it back in GXW or even here in SCW. So what changed? What's the difference? Well, the answer is a rather obvious one, and of course... it's because of me.

Nick: In the end I was the one who toughened this big blob of silly putty into a real man. He got to watch me and see how a real competitor works. I even surrounded him with other guys he could look up to like Tony there. I showed up what it was like to have a real woman like the lovely Diana here, who in the early days even had more of a spine than this big man. I put countless hours of time and effort into this, because that's the kind of great guy and even better family that I am. Sure, everyone, including you B, may have held it against me when I supposedly...

Nick: ... "turned on you". But look what came of it. I knew exactly what I was doing, and it was the very last piece to a very complicated puzzle. The one last real lesson to teach Big B how to be a real fighter. Now look at you B, you're not only a legitimate in-ring competitor, but a damn champion... I mean, even if it is only a tag team champion, that's still something.

Nick: Oh, but that's not all is it? We've got our good friend Despy over here, too. Now sure, Despy here has had a little success before all of this, but there's a difference here and we can all clearly see that. Just like my cousin here, Despayre needed to be toughened up. I mean come on, Synn has had years and years and years to take care of that himself, but it clearly was never going to happen. So it was about time for someone else to step in. At a certain point Despayre needed to stop getting carried around by a rotation of stable mates who all eventually got sick and tired of having to team with the little nutjob... no offense.

Nick: You see, for the first time in his life, Despayre here was taught some real life lessons. This isn't the same little goofball you've all be cheering for so many years now, he has now reached a whole new level. He was finally taught how to act like a REAL man, something no one else was apparently ever able to do.

Nick: So, um... anyway. The point being that we've seen both of these two men takes some giant leaps in recent years, and these leaps are what got them here today. And I can just say, that I am beyond proud to be able to be here today in front of them, and all of you, knowing that they have had such great accomplishments, and that it is all thanks to me.

Simone: This is absolutely ridiculous.

Nick: One last time folks, let's give a great round of applause for the Bosom Buddies' SCW Tag Team Championship victory, to which I led them. Come on, let's hear it!!!

Synn: Now only on there just one second, Nick.

Synn: I have to admit, you make a very good point there. These two do in fact have a lot to thank you for with their current championship reign.

Synn: After all, had it not been for their rather dominant win over Tony and yourself, I doubt they'd have been pushed so quickly. Bravo.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen the next match is for one fall and it is a tag team match up introducing first... from Washington D.C., standing 6??? 6??? tall, and weighs in at 245 lbs, I give you ???Big Tiger??? JEREMIAH HARDIN!!!

The tiger roars, and then Soldiers by Otherwise plays and Jeremiah comes out and looks around at the fans. He then comes down the aisle, fist bumping with the fans, and then he enters the ring and makes the roar and the crowd roars with him.

Justin: And his tag team partner, from Toronto, Ontario Canada... standing at 6???6??? tall weighing in at 219 pounds, Errrrriiccc Steeeel

I'm Goin' In by Drake and Lil Wayne hits the PA system and out walks the returning SCW superstar, as he makes his way to the ring the fans boo him but Eric doesn???t seem to mind. Making his way into the ring Eric stands beside Jeremiah with a smug look on his face as his theme dies down and they wait for their competition.

???Taking Care of Business??? by Bachman Turner Overdrive starts cranking over the speaker system and the crowd gets up to their feet. Out from backstage walks the ???Extreme Hero??? Thomas Knight. Dressed in his black wrestling trunks with the word ???HERO??? written in front he stands tall at the edge of the stage. He is wearing a grey zip-hoodie with hood up. The front reads ???HERO??? and the back reads ???TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS???. He throws up an arm to the crowd and they pop a bit before he begins trek down toward the ring.

Justin: Introducing???from Blackpool, Lancashire, England???weighing in at 250 pounds???he is the Extreme Hero???THOMAS KNIIIIIIGHT!

Knight gets to the bottom of the stairs and flips off his hood before raising his arm for another pop. He steps up the steps and slides into the ring before walking to the far turnbuckle and climbing up. He raises his arm one more time acknowledging his fans in attendance before hopping down and removing his sweatshirt while he awaits his tag team partner.

Justin: And his tag team partner, from London England... weight in at 220 pounds, he is the Cockney King... Bennn Jordan!!!!

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

As all four competitors are standing in the ring the referee waits for the two chosen superstars from each team to come forward so they can kick this match off. Eric Steel pushes Jeremiah out of the way before frantically pacing around the ring, getting his head into the game while the two Englishmen look at him slightly confused. Thomas steps forward and Ben makes his way out of the ring and the bell finally tolls.

Ding, ding, ding.

Eric is still circling the ring like a caged animal while Thomas Knight stand in the centre just watching him, shrugging his shoulders the Brit rushes towards Eric looking for a lock up but Eric out of nowhere surprises Thomas with a massive kick to the midsection. Thomas drops to one knee as Eric quickly scoops him up and flings him into the turnbuckle.

Adams: Well the returning Eric is trying to make his mark.

Simone: Well it would be a perfect way to send a message that he is ready for this.

Eric grabs the back of Thomas??? head and starts driving it into the top of the turnbuckle, after the third slam the referee quickly steps in and warns the returning Eric Steele. Thomas slides down to the canvas leaving himself wide open for a fury of stomps from Eric. Ben Jordan can be seen on the ring apron trying to rally some fight in his tag team partner.

Crowd: Let???s go Jordan, Let???s go Knight, Let???s go Jordan, Let???s go Knight!!

Adams: Thomas needs to get himself out of this and fast.

Simone: That???s a genius idea Jason, why don???t you go tell him that?

Picking Thomas up Eric once against introduces his face to the turnbuckle, before whipping him around. Pushing him into the ropes Eric is quick to whip Thomas across the ring, Thomas rebounds off the other side and Eric is ready for a clothesline but Thomas ducks. Charging towards the ropes again Thomas rebounds off of them and once again Eric is ready with a clothesline, but once again Thomas has it calculated and ducks. Hitting the ropes for the third time, Thomas comes crashing back into the fight with a massive cross body followed by a quick hook of the left leg going for an early pin fall.

1...

2...

NO! Eric is able to power out. Both competitors make it up to their feet, but Thomas just rolls Eric up for a cradle pin once again going for the pin fall.

1...

2...

Simone: Thomas is trying is hardest to get the pin fall here.

Adams: Well I read on twitter that Thomas wanted to show Ben what he can do.

Simone: I think he should be focusing more on his opponents and less on impressing Ben Jordan.

Adams: I dunno... I mean I???d like to impress Ben Jordan.

Kick-out! Eric is quick to make it back up to his feet but his chest gets ripped to shreds with a massive backhand chop. Eric tries to cover up but Thomas is too quick and is able to get two more solid chops in against his chest. Instantly a bright red raw mark is left glowing on the chest of Eric.

Adams: That???s going to sting in the shower later.

Thomas quickly yanks onto Eric???s arm and sends him flying across the six sided ring, Eric rebounds off the ropes and comes flying into Thomas. Thomas looks for a big boot but Eric counters by turning the tables on Thomas and whipping him across into the ropes. The force behind Eric???s whip is enough to send Thomas to the outside. With almost cat like reflexes Thomas is able to land on the ring apron, and the large hunk of man makes his way up the ropes, perching himself up on the top one waiting for Eric to turn around. Eric is too busy trying to taunt Ben, who is looking at him amused, his big cheeky cockney smile plastered across his face.

Simone: I don???t think Eric should turn around.

Adams: Why not... oh wait I see why... never-mind.

As Eric turns around his skull is met with a massive elbow from the flying Brit. Thomas swiftly bends down and scoops Eric up before placing the returner into an arm bar, twisting it and yanking on it but Eric counters with a thumb to the eye. As Thomas is frantically trying to regain his focus Eric slams his thigh into Thomas???s torso, causing him to double over. Instead of staying on the attack Eric limps over towards Jeremiah and makes the tag.

Simone: Eric is limping here.

Adams: That???s not a good sign for his big return match.

Simone: Thomas has been picking him apart the entire time.

Jeremiah comes rushing into the ring but Thomas has made his way up to his feet and captures Jeremiah with a stiff shoulder block. Jeremiah falls to the canvas and Thomas waste very little time in scooping him up and pushing him into his team???s corner. Thomas drives Jeremiah???s face into the turnbuckle and makes a quick tag to Ben Jordan sending the crowd into frenzy-mode.

Adams: And the girls go wild.

Simone: The ladies do like the look of Ben Jordan.

Adams: o0o0o0h Simone loves Ben, Simone loves Ben.

It doesn???t take long for Ben to get into the action; the Cockney King comes screaming into the ring with a fury of knife edge chops against the chest of Jeremiah. Jeremiah is riddled with pain but he is able to turn the tables on Ben backing him into the corner and returns the favour landing three solid chops across his chest. Ben doesn???t stand for a forth though as the Cockney King counters and in turns back Jeremiah into the corner to slap a chop right across Jeremiah???s chest that makes the crowd go wild with ???wooooo???s??? Jeremiah tries to counter by sticking Ben into a headlock but Ben quickly walks over towards the ropes and bounces Jeremiah off it sending him across the ring. On the return Ben puts Jeremiah down on the canvas with a massive shoulder block. This time to Cockney king takes off towards the ropes, as he dashes back jumping over the fallen Jeremiah. On the return though, Jeremiah is on his feet looking to counter but Ben just drives his massive boot into the side of his face, knocking Jeremiah down to the canvas.

Adams: Ben???s keeping this match at a high pace.

Simone: Maybe he has somewhere to be?

Adams: Well the World Cup is on...

Ben scoops Jeremiah up and quickly brings him up and over for a snap Suplex driving Jeremiah???s back into the canvas. While Jeremiah is trying to recover Ben doesn???t let up as he starts to unleash a fury of stiff hard kicks to his spine. Working hard and fast, not showing any signs of giving up. Jeremiah starts to stir but Ben is right on the attack, breaking the kicks his picks up Jeremiah and carries him towards the ropes. Placing Jeremiah on the top rope, Ben quickly climbs it, grabbing a hold of Jeremiah???s tights for leverage the ACW Triple Crown champion slams the big tiger to the hard canvas with a Suplex.

Simone: I don???t think we have seen Ben Jordan this focused inside a SCW ring?

Ben doesn???t go for the pin, it???s like he trying to prove a point out here tonight as his just picks Jeremiah back up. Ben looks to go for another Suplex but Jeremiah pushes him away with every bit of strength his has left before firing off a punch in Ben???s direction.

Adams: Big Swing no ding...

Simone: Jeremiah???s is showing his exhaustion and Ben can sense it.

Ben returns the gesture with a massive right hook, followed by another and another. Both men start to brawl in the centre of the ring, right for right, left for left. Jeremiah???s attack is weakened though by the high impact fight that Ben has brought to his front door. After getting another right fist to the face Jeremiah shows that he has had enough as he drives his thumb into Ben???s eye. As Jeremiah goes for a massive right swing one eye Ben Jordan is able to counter and locks in the Crossing Jordan.

Adams: CROSSING JORDAN!!!!

Simone: Settle down Jason!!!

Adams: NO YOU???RE NOT MY BOSS.... WOOO CROSSING JORDAN!!!

Just as it looks as if Jeremiah is going to tap Eric Steele comes crashing in with a massive kick to the back of Ben. Ben is forced to break the hold. As the referee is trying to force Eric out of the ring Ben had made it up to his feet, charging towards him the Cockney King pushes him into the corner unleashing a round of punches before scooping him up and picking Eric up and dropping him over the top rope.

Adams: Taking out the trash.

Simone: Ben needs to be careful here.

While Ben was distracted with Eric that allowed Jeremiah to get some recovery time in, as Ben goes to turn around Jeremiah goes to sweep out his legs from underneath him but Ben jumps over his leg. Finding his feet back on the canvas Ben is quick to drive his knee into the face of Jeremiah sending him back down to the canvas. Making his way over to Jeremiah Ben gets down over him and rubs Jeremiah???s face into the canvas normally a heel move but the fans are loving it.

Crowd: JORDAN, JORDAN, JORDAN!!

Scooping Jeremiah up Ben quickly wraps his arms around his waist going for the waist lock Suplex, dumping Jeremiah on his head. Ben Jordan quickly makes it to his feet deciding against a pin attempt before bending over and grabbing Jeremiah this time like a shark that smells blood in the water the Cockney King sends Jeremiah to the canvas with a serious of three perfect German Suplex's. After the last connection Ben waits very little time in locking in the Crossing Jordan. Eric attempts to rush in to make the save but Thomas storms into the ring and tackles to the ground.

Tap, tap, tap.

Adams: He???s done it, Ben Jordan has done it.

Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Here are you winners... Thomas Knight and Ben Joooooorddaaaannn!!!!

The scene switches to the car park where we see a black BMW 5 Series pulling up just outside of the turnstiles, the windows tinted and reflecting the sun into the camera lens, the driver side door opens to show a chauffeur stepping out and opening the back door open. Carlos Duquesne steps out from the car with a massive smile on his face. The chauffeur shuts the door and stands by the car as Carlos walks up to the turnstile, pulling out a ticket stub from his breast pocket, the teller takes the ticket and rips the necessary part off and hands Carlos the remaining ticket. Carlos walks into the packed baseball field used to hold Climax Control, some fans standing in line for food and toilet notice the bit-part agent on SCW iShows, they watch as the cameraman follows him until Carlos stops mid-step and looks at the person standing before him.

Carlos Duquesne: Ms Rocky Mountains, and what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?

The camera pans around to show SCW reporter Rocky Mountains, she is holding a microphone and greets the middle aged man with a smile, Carlos places the ticket into his pocket as Ms Rocky Mountains lifts her microphone up.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Mister Duquesne, in recent weeks we???ve not heard from your client, with his recent championship loss after continuingly boasting about breaking this ???record??? of Sinful Obsessions, yet he???s been deemed to be silent, almost missing in action, do you have any word on Lucian Frost?

Carlos nods his head in agreement.

Carlos Duquesne: You???re right, Ms Mountains, Lucian has been very quiet but that is all going to change! Lucian Frost hasn???t been forced out of SCW, he isn???t subject to drug doping allegations and he isn???t injured. No. Lucian Frost is ready for his next chapter in his career here in SCW, especially with his allegiance with Hot Stuff International and possible rematch for the Tag Team Championships, you haven???t seen or heard the last from the former Tag Team Champion mark my words.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Please forgive my ignorance but why isn???t he here to say this in person? He did state on Twitter that he was going to be here tonight.

Carlos Duquesne: That he did but this is Reno, if he doesn???t have to be here via booking then he???s not going to come here by choice, that is why he has me Ms Mountains. I???m going to be doing a little business on his behalf.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Care to elaborate?

Carlos smiles as he shakes his head, gracefully touching Rocky on the bicep as he wonders past her, Ms Rocky Mountains watches Carlos as he walks up to the door leading to the locker room area as the scene switches.

The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to ???Where Eagles Dare??? by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing a Drake Green Mr. Showtime t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he grins almost arrogantly out at the cheering crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the cheering as if it powers him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his signature smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the cheering finally dies down. He slowly approaches Justin Decent and retrieves a microphone. He looks out into the crowd for a moment before clearing his throat in a way that brings all attention onto him.

Erik: Ladies and gentlemen??? I wanted to come out here tonight to honor a man who has proven himself, time and time again??? within SCW, and in ACW. A man who has captured the hearts of every fan, the second he stepped foot into this ring, and took hold of this microphone, and said??????What time is it????

Erik smirks as he holds the microphone up into the air to capture the fans??? response.

Crowd: Showtime!

Erik: Is that all you???ve got? For the man who raided this ring and turned the competition of Sin City Wrestling on its head? Now tell me, what time is it?

Erik shakes his head in a faux sense of disappointment. He smirks as he raises the microphone into the air once again to get a similar reaction.

Crowd: Showtime!

Erik: I???m still not happy with that, but what can I expect? I mean, I am not the man who came into SCW and made an immediate run for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. I???m not the man who inspired so many chants. I???m not the man who quickly earned his status as an icon because of his emanating charisma, or his impeccable sense of style. It???s okay, I understand???

The crowd offers Erik a gentle chuckle as he shrugs his shoulders. He sighs as he finishes one lap around the ring before quickly turning on the heels of his shoes. He quickly raises the microphone to his lips as he looks directly at the entryway.

Erik: Then it is with pleasure that I introduce to you, the man who IS??? The embodiment of SIN CITY WRESTLING??? ???MISSSSSSTER SHHHHOWWWTIMMMME??? DRRRRRRRAKE GRRRRRREEEEEEEN!!!

The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from ???Burning Down The House??? by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as ???Mr. Showtime??? Drake Green steps out on to the stage for a special return to SCW. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the packed beach to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: Reno, Nevada welcome back Mr. Showtime!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in a bright blue suit with, with a white shirt and an orange tie. His steel cufflinks glisten in the stadium lights, almost as bright as his platinum watch. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies?#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house

Adams: It feels great to see Drake back in SCW, if only for a night.

Simone: I agree, Jason. Seeing Mr. Showtime really gets my blood going. He truly is the ???Man of the People???.

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward Erik. They shake hands as Drake accepts the microphone from Staggs. He turns to the crowd and smiles as the crowd drowns him out.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

Drake: Helloooo Reno!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Reno, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!!!!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd.

Drake: This is what brings me back here. I don???t need to be appreciated. It???s all of you, the SCW Universe that needs to be appreciated.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

Drake: No matter what our feelings are about each other back there, it???s you that keeps this great thing of ours going. It???s you that makes us come out here and put it all on the line.

Crowd: Thank you Drake! Thank you Drake! Thank you Drake!

Drake: You know when I got the call from Erik a few weeks ago that my friends at SCW wanted me to stop in here in the great city of Reno I didn???t know what to think. I wasn???t sure of how to come back here and be in a different role. To be the guy that comes in for a wave and a smile???it???s been a tough transition.

Crowd: One More Match! One More Match! One More Match!

Drake: I wish!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: But seriously, to be here in front of all of you and-

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

Adams: Is this really happening right now?

Simone: I would assume so, but what is this jerk doing interrupting Drake Appreciation Night?

The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp. A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena???

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

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme. As the lights come back on, we can see ???The Mental Rapist??? Sean Jackson coming through the curtains. He has a microphone in his hand, and he wastes no time in raising it to his mouth, obviously taking objection.

Sean: Hang on, hang on just a damned minute here!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Drake???s smile fades as Sean interrupts him. He drops the microphone to his side as he waits for Sean to comment. Sean slowly starts walking toward the ring, taking his time.

Sean: Let me get this straight??? We???re having a *air quotes* Drake??? Appreciation? Night? I have just one question. Why?

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sean: Why should we give two shits about someone like you? No, I know I said one question, but this whole thing stinks of ass kissing to these idiotic fans???

Simone: Oh, if the fans weren???t angry before???

Adams:But they were angry Belinda...they were angry.

As Sean gets to the end of the ramp, he stops and stares at Drake intensely. Inside of the ring, Erik walks over to the ropes, almost pleading with Jackson to leave it be.

Sean: Shut your mouth, Staggs! It???s clear what this is all about. You invited this broken down fool of a man here tonight because you???ve got a shit load of ???Mr. Showtime??? shirts and hats in your stock room, and they just aren???t moving anymore. So you waste valuable time, time that the ???Mental Rapist??? should be on TV, bringing this joke into the ring to make nice with the fans to unload all of the cheaply made merchandise. Am I right? ??? WAIT! Don???t answer that, because I already know the answer. And these idiots are eating it right up.

Sean turns around toward the crowd, spotting several of the items he???s mentioned and a sly smile comes across his face.

Drake: What do you want, Sean?

Sean: What do I want? I want your sorry ass out of my ring! Didn???t I kick your head off something like three months ago?

Drake: Last time I checked, this ring belonged to the SCW Universe. Not some hillbilly with a hard on for me.

Sean: I think I left my name written in your blood at Blaze of Glory III. Look around, I???m sure you will find your career bleached off of the mat somewhere if you look hard enough. I think it???s off to your right somewhere.

Drake: That???s right, I forgot. Your crowning achievement was beating someone with a broken neck. Kudos to you. But don???t forget this Sean??? we???re 1-1 and when I beat you...I took a title from you.

Sean and Drake engage in a stare down as Sean takes a couple steps closer to the ring. Drake sits down on the middle rope, welcoming him inside of the ring, but Jackson fights the urge. He looks angered by the gesture and wastes no time in raising the microphone back to his lips.

Sean: I held a belt too. Your precious ACW title. I think I held onto it a little bit longer than you did, too. How long did you hold it for? And I don???t mean from the time that JJ Dixon pinned it on your sorry ass, either...

The crowd boos loudly as Sean feels a little more confident, walking up to the ring as if he were about to get inside.

Drake: If I remember correctly it was the conniving piece of shit Mark Ward who pinned that title on you. Big words from a guy who can???t win a title without his lips firmly placed on the boss??? ass.

The tension is broken up slightly as a voice booms over the speakers.

???Enough of this rubbish in my ring!???

Adams: Uh oh, the boss doesn???t sound too happy???

Simone: Not as unhappy as the fans are with him coming out here now???

The fans rain down boos as ???Hot Stuff??? Mark Ward walks through the curtains with a microphone of his own. He stares on angrily at Drake and Erik inside of the ring as he marches down the aisle.

HS: I???ve heard enough of this shit tonight. Drake, you was ruined by Sean Jackson at Blaze of Glory III and yet you have the bollocks to come down to this ring and act like you didn???t miss a step? For a man who just had surgery on his neck, ya sure look like you got a bounce in ya step, mate??? Ya sure you wasn???t pulling a Rage on us?

Drake: I???ve missed you too, Mark. But the answer to your question is no. I???m here only because Erik asked me here...I???m only here to say goodbye one more time to my people.

HS makes it next to Sean Jackson, and the two of them make it to the ring steps. As a team, they quickly ascend them and move over to the center of the ring. HS and Jackson step inside of the ring, as HS stares at Erik for a moment.

HS: Yeah, that does sound like something this arsehole would do. If he didn???t know how to make me money, I would can his ass for pulling something as stupid as this???

Erik shrugs his shoulders and flashes HS a cocky smirk. HS turns his attention back to Drake and he narrows his eyes, studying him as he speaks again.

HS: Now, back to that bounce in ya step??? I???m calling bullshit on ya. You look pretty capable of handling another arse kicking, mate. I???m not seeing any limping, or tenderness. No scars to prove it??? Well, other than the ones ya got from Jackson when he sent ya packing of course???

Drake: The answer is no. He...and more importantly, you...are not worth it. I meant what I said three months ago. I???m done.

HS tilts his head back, laughing at Drake???s words. He shakes his head in disbelief as he looks over to Sean. Both men share a look, as if to silently call bullshit on Drake.

HS: Sean, does that sound like the words of a true bitch?

Sean: It sure does, boss man. I think he???s trying to avoid having to face me again to prove, once and for all, who the better wrestler really is???

HS: He don???t need a match, because he already knows he???d get his arse handed to him if he ever got back in the ring with you???

Drake: Leave it to the two of you to waste their time.

Drake points out to the crowd.

Drake: You boys can talk all you want who the better wrestler is and who does what or says what, but the truth is that these people...MY PEOPLE...deserve better than you.

Drake walks right up in front of Hot Stuff and looks him right in the eye. Both men have a brief stand off before Drake cracks a smile. He winks one of his bright green eyes and brings the microphone back up to his lips.

Drake: I???m out.

Drake brushes past Ward and Jackson as he slides through the ropes and hops down the steel steps. He starts to walk back up the ramp as Hot Stuff screams back at him.

HS: DON???T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME!

The crowd is surprised by HS outburst as he quickly turns around to stare back at Drake. His eyes are burning as he demands the attention of Mr. Showtime. Drake stops in his tracks and turns around simply to wave the boss off before he returns to walking up the ramp.

HS: You???re just gonna walk off like that? Leaving all of your fans watching as Sean and I trash your entire career? You???re not even gonna try to save face for the fans that made ya who ya are?

HS steps forward, leaning against the ropes as he narrows his eyes at Drake.

Drake: Yeah, Mark. I am just going to walk off because unlike you, I have the intelligence to walk away from a fight that has no cause. This is pointless and all you and your lackies have done here is look foolish and ruin a fun time for your PAYING fans. I???ll be just fine gambling at the casino and having a drink where all MY fans are welcome to come party with me. I???m not gonna waste another second of their time with this bullshit.

HS: What if I made ya a deal that ya couldn???t refuse? Just so that my boy Jackson can embarrass you one last time. What would it take for ya to get in the ring, one last time?

Drake: That???s the thing Mark. There???s nothing that you have that I want. There???s no price??? it???s over. You???ve won. I???m leaving.

HS lips curl into a half smile as he leans over the ropes a bit. He rests his elbow on the rope as he lifts the microphone to his lips.

HS: I could think of something. Something that you didn???t have for long. Something that your loser of an alcoholic friend Max could never get. Something that your untalented hack dead brother and your failure of a wrestler...oh yeah???.dead father couldn???t get either. Something that you would lose on your first defense, again??? The SCW Heavyweight Championship!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Simone: Oh, the boss is doing his very best to cut deep.

HS smile turns from a half to a full blown arrogant smirk as Sean claps his hands in support for the boss. Drake???s confident smile quickly fades into an angry scowl. His grip tightens on the microphone as he starts to breath a bit heavier.

HS: What do ya say, Showtime? If you beat Jackson...I???ll give ya the shot at Into The Void. That is of course...if ya neck can handle it.

Drake turns around and his shoulders turn up a bit. He looks livid as he begins marching back down to the ring. HS smile is still present as he waves his hand in the air. Before Drake can get too close to the ring, security begins making their way through the curtains. They are quick to make it to Drake, holding him back as he tries to shrug them off. He raises the microphone to his lips in haste.

Drake: YOU???RE ON!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: I almost don???t believe it! Drake Green is returning to the SCW ring for one night only!

Adams: That???s not a wise move considering he just had surgery. It isn???t worth the risk, but the fans couldn???t be more excited!

???Burning Down the House??? begins playing over the speakers as the fans continue to rain down their support for Drake. He again shrugs the securities grip on his shoulders as he drops the microphone, leaving a loud crackling sound in his wake. He walks up the ramp of his own accord as HS smiles arrogantly. He and Sean Jackson soon take their leave behind him as Erik simply shakes his head in amazement at what???s just happened.

"Electric" by Shawn Desmond plays and Electra makes her way to the top of stage. The crowd roars and she raises the Bombshell Championship belt high into the air. She then 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. She walks over to the ropes, climbing to the second rope as she holds the belt up for the audience to see. She crosses the ring, raising the belt into the air once more.

Simone: There is a lot of controversy surrounding that championship right now. We???ve heard rumors that Electra Styles paid Delia and the Mean Girls to ???protect??? her championship reign.

Adams: Oh, but say it ain???t so, Electra!

The fans never waver on the Bombshell Champion, raining cheers down upon them as she leans through the ropes to gather a microphone from Justin Decent. She props the championship belt proudly upon her shoulder as she waits for the music and the cheers to die down.

Electra: I'm going to cut to the chase here. I am out here to put these rumours to rest. I did not 'pay' Delia or any of the mean girls to come out here last week. In all my years of being a slave to this sport it has been because i love it, because this is what flows through my veins. I have breathed, lived and bleed for wrestling. This title... It means so much to me. I would never disrespect it, you guys out there or myself by cheating to keep it. Delia and mean girls coming out here were for their own selfish reasons and spreading rumours is what they do best. You all know I'm right. So if Delia has proof that somehow i asked her... Of all people to help ME, then please I implore you to come out her Delia and show me... Show us all...

The stage lights turn a bright shade of pink as ???Amazing??? by Hi Fashion plays. The crowd instantly boos as Delia wastes no time in coming to the stage. She is dressed rather normal in a pair of hip hugging jeans that flare out at the bottom to draw attention to her strapped heels. She is wearing a cut off shirt that exposes her toned stomach. She rips her sunglasses off of her face as she wastes no time in walking down to the ring, looking all business. She pulls herself onto the apron and steps foot inside of the ring as she glares at Electra as she passes her by. She leans out and snatches a microphone from Justin Decent???s hand. She shakes her head in disgust as her music fades out.

Delia: I begged you to drop z???e act on Twitter, darling, but you simply wouldn???t listen. You want everyone to believe that you are z???is innocent little s???ing, when you know what you did to keep z???at title around your waist???

Delia stares at Electra who mouths something to her away from the microphone. Delia holds a hand up in her direction, cutting her off before she can even get started.

Delia: SAVE IT! I didn???t come out here so z???at you could spread your lies any furs???er! I want you to admit to z???ese people exactly what you???ve done. It was always part of z???e deal z???at you would come clean and expose yourself as a fraud???

Electra: The only fraud is and always has been you. Just a spoiled selfish LITTLE girl who is throwing a tantrum because she didn't get a chance at the Bombshell title. I don't usually say this about anybody but you are one of the most vile human beings i have ever had the DISpleasure to have met. You pick on people for now reason but to be a bully. I feel sorry for you, sorry that you obviously have such low self esteem that you look for weaknesses in others and exploit that so you can pump yourself up. So Delia, you say you have proof...we'd all like to see it...

Delia: You are ridiculous, Mrs. Styles. Everyone has z???ere opinions of me, but at least I don???t hide s???ings about myself. I don???t deny who I truly am. I show pride in it, even! Z???ere is no shame in wanting to protect your championship from losing it on your first defense, but don???t act like you have it because you???re some honorable woman. Tell me, how did you get z???e belt in z???e first place? Weaseling your way into a feud wi???s z???e champ to cut in line?

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Simone: Oh, this is just beyond sickening now. I don???t know if I can believe her, or if I should just take her as serious as any other time.

Electra???s face sours a bit as she steps forward, getting just a few feet from Delia. They stare each other down intensely as Electra raises the microphone to her lips.

Electra: I didn't nor have i ever asked for that shot. My concern was getting Roxi free from Cyrus' clutches. I don't know how many times i have stood in front of a camera and told the world that i felt like i didn't deserve it this soon, but that doesn't mean i don't want it or that i don't work hard to keep it. I earned this by continuing to win my matches, at least in the eyes of management. I didn't ask for that match against Roxi to be a title bout. And i will not stand down from any challenge for it. So stop stalling... Let's see your supposed proof...

Delia tilts her head back, offering a light chuckle in response to Electra???s request.

Delia: Z???e proof is right z???ere on your shoulder, darling. You were clearly out performed by Brandi Shotze. Yet, her busted face was not good enough for z???at championship. S???rough your kind words to her, you knew it too. Z???at is why you hired me???

Electra: What part of my question did you not understand, Delia? I asked you to PROVE that I bought you off. I didn???t ask for you to spin some story about why I would do it. PROOOOVE IT!

Crowd: *POP!*

Delia: Do you want proof? I will give you somes???ing much better z???an proof!

Delia takes another step closer, but Electra doesn???t back down either. She takes a step forward as well, and Delia gets in her face, talking trash to her away from the microphone. The audience boos as Veronica Taylor and Angelica jump over the barricade. They roll inside of the ring quickly and shove Electra down to the ground. They stomp away at her as Delia leans down on the mat next to her face. She grabs onto her hair, lifting her face from the mat to look deep into her eyes as she practically roars into the microphone, her thick French accent taking over.

Delia: YOU do not get to make demands to ME! I do not answer to you, Electra! Z???e sooner you understand z???at I am a much better ally z???an an enemy, z???e better off you will be! I warned you not to test me, little girl!

Delia lets go of Electra???s head as Veronica and Angelica let up on her. Angelica gives one last solid kick for good measure before flipping her hair over her shoulder. ???Amazing??? by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers as the three Mean Girls slowly take their leave, their attitudes showing along with the beat of the music. Electra holds onto her head as she picks up her Bombshell Championship, clutching it tightly as she glares at the Mean Girls who blow her a kiss before disappearing behind the curtains.

Simone: Those girls find new ways of disgusting me each and every week. This is a new all-time low for them.

Adams: They do know how to get their point across, though! I just wonder what we???ll see next from Electra, because she doesn???t look happy about this at all!

Justin Decent: The following Triple Threat Contest is scheduled for one fall, to determine Contendership to the Bombshell Roulette Championship! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, representing NXT, she is??? JESSSSSSSSIEEEEE SALLLLLLLLLLCOOOOO!!!

*WE ARE MUNICIPAL WASTE AND JESSIE SALCO IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP!*

The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "The Art of Partying" by Municipal Waste tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for her opponent.

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of ???Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me??? by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin Decent: And her opponent??? hailing from Buenos Aires, Argentina, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 127 pounds, she is??? MERRRRRRRRCEDEEEEEEEES VARRRRRRRRGAAAAAASSS!!!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent(s) to arrive.

Justin Decent: And last but not least??? From Juneau, Alaska, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is your ???Punk Princess?????? AAAAAAAAMYYYYYY MARRRRRSHHHAALLLLLLLL!!!

The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the pa.

Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa 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 appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings before raising her arms to make an X sign.

It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you... Scream!

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: These three ladies have got a lot on the line tonight, with a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship lingering in the distance.

Adams: Right, and what better way to do this than in a Three Way Dance! Though, I???m shocked that SCW would air a three way???

Mercedes and Amy immediately lock eyes from across the ring, their past battles seeming to loom in their minds. However, Mercedes has no time to think it over before Jessie charges at her, landing a picture perfect Dropkick that sends her bouncing into the ropes. Amy Marshall takes advantage of this, leapfrogging over Jessie with a splash to Mercedes that rocks the ropes! The crowd cheers loudly at this performance as she grabs onto Mercedes, yanking her up from the ground. She sends Mercedes across the ring, anxiously awaiting her on the rebound. However, as she comes back, Jessie gives her a look, and the two bring Mercedes over with a Double Hip Toss that plants Mercedes on the ground!

Simone: Hey, wait a minute??? Did I miss the memo on this being a Handicap Match?

Adams: Did I miss the memo that this was a match. I heard Three Way, and expected much less clothing.

Simone: Triple Threat, Jason??? Triple Threat!

Jessie and Amy lock arms for a high five, but both ladies have the same idea as they pull each other in for a tie up. Amy gets the upper hand as she picks Jessie up for a Powerbomb on the smaller Bombshell. However, Jessie uses the momentum to land a picture perfect Hurricanrana. The crowd goes wild as the Heavy Metal Bombshell adjusts her NXT armband. She bounces off of the ropes and comes toward Amy, who kips up and catches her with a hard clothesline. Amy looks proud of herself until Mercedes Vargas comes out of nowhere with a Handspring Tornado that plants Amy right next to Jessie. She runs to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle. She leaps off with a body splash to both opponents, staying down for the pin.

1!

2!KICKOUT!

Simone: An impressive move from Mercedes, but it was just a bit too early in the match.

Adams: She came out of nowhere with it, and even the fans can???t deny that was impressive!

Jessie has kicked out first, causing Amy to gain momentum for it as well. Mercedes shakes her head in disappointment, going as far as to snap her fingers sarcastically. She lifts Amy off of the mat and flings her into the corner. She lifts Jessie off of the mat and flings her in the same direction. She quickly follows Jessie for a Body Avalanche, but Jessie drops down just in time to avoid impact, causing Mercedes and Amy to collide. As Mercedes stumbles back a bit, Jessie nails a Dropkick that sends her crashing right back into Amy. Mercedes drops down a bit and Jessie does a Leapfrog over her shoulders, colliding with a leg to Amy???s face that causes all three ladies to crumble into a pile up. Drew notices that Mercedes??? shoulders are pinned down by Amy as he counts.

Simone: THAT???S a pin?!

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: I can???t believe that Mercedes kicked out of that pile up!

Mercedes crawls from under both of her opponents and makes her way toward the center of the ring. Jessie follows after her, but Amy isn???t far behind. Jessie grabs onto Mercedes??? ankle as Amy watches in wait. Jessie drags at Mercedes as she pleads for her to let go. Jessie refuses, so Mercedes answers with an Enziguri that forces her to let go. However, Amy catches Mercedes as she rises up and she nails a Shining Wizard that sends Mercedes down to the mat as well. Amy comes over to the ropes, looking for a Lionsault on Jessie. She is out of luck as Jessie moves out of the way at the last second, causing Amy to land hard on her back. Her chest heaves as she tries to suck the air back into her lungs. Jessie stands up from the mat, looking to either opponent before picking Amy up. She flings her into the ropes and leaps into the air with a Tornado DDT!

Simone: That one shook the ring!

Adams: Watch her hair! I heard it takes hours and bottles of freeze spray to get it to stay up like that!

Before Jessie can lean down for the pin, Mercedes gets to her feet and spins Jessie around. She plants a boot into her gut before flinging her into the corner. She walks up to Jessie arrogantly as she places her boot against Jessie???s throat for the choke. Drew comes over and shouts at her to give it up, but she shakes her head. Drew begins shouting the count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

BREAK IT UP!

Simone: I???m not used to seeing Drew in such a forceful manner.

Adams: When you have someone like Mercedes Vargas, she isn???t going to listen to you any other way.

Mercedes seems a bit shocked as Drew pulls her away from Jessie. She argues with him for a moment, which gives Jessie the opportunity to escape the corner. She spins Mercedes around and nails an X-Factor maneuver that surprises everyone, causing the crowd to cheer. Jessie leans down to pin Mercedes as Drew drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Amy gets up from the mat and crashes her knee against Mercedes???s head to break up the pin. She picks Mercedes up, and goes for a Clothesline. Mercedes leans back Matrix style to avoid the strike. As Amy comes back around, Mercedes brings her back with a Belly to Back Suplex, locking it in for a pin. However, Amy rolls forward and to her feet. She bounces off of the ropes and delivers a dropkick to Mercedes???s head, sending her backward. Amy flips backward, bouncing off of the ropes in a springboard fashion. She uses the momentum to propel herself forward with a Senton Splash. As Jessie gets up, Amy catches her with an Enziguri that nearly takes her head off. Amy looks over to the incapacitated Mercedes and then she covers Jessie.

1!

2!

Jessie uses her ring awareness to drape her foot over the bottom rope. As Drew???s hand is about to slap the mat for the third count, he spots the foot and stops. He points to the foot and then Amy gets up, minorly frustrated, and she drags Jessie toward the center of the ring. She is about to hook the leg when Mercedes suddenly appears behind her. Using some reserved strength, she hooks her arms around Amy???s head and drops down for a neck breaker. The cheering audience soon surrenders to booing as Mercedes climbs the ropes. She wastes no time leaping off with a Cockscrew Moonsault that crashes down on both of her opponents. She scoffs at them, spitting on the ground next to them before draping herself over both opponents. Drew drops down for another count.

Adams: She really seems to like double pins tonight, doesn???t she?

Simone: It is higher risk, but makes for some pretty decent bragging right, though!

1!

2!

Amy gets a leg up, breaking up the double pin. She rolls out from under, pulling Mercedes off by the feet. Jessie crawls to the corner where she pulls herself up slowly, shaking out the cobwebs. Amy backs Mercedes into the corner, hammering her with a barrage of punches and kicks. Amy reaches into her top, wielding... a pair of brass knuckles! Drew spots them immediately and then fights with Amy to get them off. Mercedes sees the distraction and lets loose a hard eye rake to her long time foe. Amy screams in pain as she drops down, rubbing wildly at her eyes. Drew tosses the brass knuckles to the outside of the ring and turns around to see Amy running over to Jessie, leveling her with a clothesline from hell. She rebounds off of the ropes and then dashes over to the opposing ropes. She looks to Mercedes with fire in her eyes as she comes over with a Shooting Stars Press! She hooks the leg, but Jessie is on her way over already.

1!

Simone: And Jessie breaks it up before Amy even had a chance.

Adams: It???s the name of the game, Belinda! Friendships don???t matter inside of the ring when it isn???t a tag match.

Jessie surprises Amy with a boot to the gut. She runs backward and bounces off of the ropes with a Springboard before leaping up and landing the Circle Pit on Amy! The crowd bursts into cheers as Jessie leans down for the pin. However, Mercedes pulls her off instantly. She picks Jessie up for the Black Rose Overdrive, landing it quickly. She has reached her limit as she falls back on top of Amy, weakly hooking onto the leg. Drew drops down for the count.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner and Number One Contender to the Bombshell Roulette Championship... MERRRRRRRRCEDEEEES VARRRRRRRGAAAAAAAAASSS!!!

Adams: Mercedes did it! She will go on to face Emma Rose soon for the Bombshell Roulette title!

Simone: The fans aren???t overly excited about it, but she definitely overcame the odds tonight to earn the victory!

Mercedes slowly rolls off of Amy, lying there as she catches her breath. She slowly gets up from the mat as Drew raises her arm up. She celebrates a bit in the ring, holding her arms up high in the air alongside Drew. She

Cameras float around the arena as a man wearing a brown leather jacket and sunglasses comes walking down the steps through the crowd. Belinda Simone and Jason Adams make notice of the commotion in the audience.

Simone: Who in the hell is that?

Adams: I have no idea.

The man stands at the barricade as the security team is trying to keep back. He flashes some sort of ID as they let him through. The man slips over the barricade.

Adams: Why even have damn security? They didn't even stop this guy.

Simone: What did he show that moron? I am pretty sure Mark Ward will fire him.

The man stands on the arena floor while he leans against the ring apron. Belinda and Jason are still confused until he is given a microphone.

Man: So Mark Ward thought he was smart by suspending Darth Vader from Sin City Wrestling.

Simone: How did he know about that information?

Adams: Do we have a leak in our staff?

Cameras pan around him as he slowly removes his sunshades. The crowd gasps as Horace Jackson is standing beside the ring with a giant smile on his face.

Horace Jackson: You see Mark, last week showed just how pathetic Hot Stuff International has become in this business. You think that everything must go through you well I got news for ya Mark. Darth Vader is a completely different entity. He is the hope of all those who wants to achieve their dreams. I proved that I am one of the most deserving people in this company. I earned my title shot and I will be damned if I allow you to bully me .

Horace steps back over the barricade while holding the microphone.

Horace Jackson: I tried to warn you Mark. The Empire is a force you can't really battle with words. The Empire is more than you can actually fathom in your mind. These great fans understand that sometimes you can't go against The Empire. Now you have to worry about the Underworld coming after you Mark. See The Empire keeps the Source of Darkness at bay but when you decided to provoke The Beast from the Southeast. You started a ripple effect that can not be stopped by limitations that you have set forth. Rest assured Mark, The Source of Darkness will be coming for you. The only way you stop him is by giving into your desires to see The Empire to take firm control of the SCW Roulette Championship.

Horace walks back to the barricade and jumps over it. He then walks to the base of the ramp.

Horace Jackson: The Empire Salutes you all.

"The High Life" strikes up as Horace Jackson tosses the microphone at one of the cameramen.

Adams: Oh, Mark Ward is not going to like this one bit. He hates when people defy his authority.

Simone: I don't see anything wrong with this. Horace Jackson made a valid point. Mark Ward suspended the Darth Vader version of Horace Jackson. This could be an interesting turn of events.

Adams: Either way Horace proved that he can be just as crafty as Mark Ward.

Horace Jackson hops off the ramp and takes the long way around to the backstage area as the scene fades.

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.

Andrew: So, Michael Hardy, Equinox, whatever you call yourself these days, you think you can talk about taking out me, and the rest of HSI on Twitter? Well, you son of a bitch, you got another thing coming. I am coming for your pathetic ass, and regaining the Roulette Championship, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me. We all know that you are trying to do your best Heath Ledger or Jack Nickelson impression from the Dark Knight and the original Batman movie, but I am not impressed, nor will I ever be impressed with your blatant rip off of one great and a legendary actor. I will make your ass extinct and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. With that being said, are you trying to flatter a cartoon character in the Joker and a drug addict in Jeff Hardy. You need to find your own niche and be true to yourself, and not imitate those who influenced you to be better.

Andrew then changes topic after a video clip of the closing moments of his match with Steve Ramone, and the attack by TJ Codair after the match airs..

Andrew: Now, I wanna turn my attention to the man who made his debut after my match with Steve Ramone last week, TJ Codair. I know you wanted to make an impact and everything, but you picked the worst time to do it. You will pay for your actions, whether it is now, or later, you won???t know, but you should know that both Steve and I will be coming for you. As much as I may not like Steve Ramone, when he tries to take you out, I will be supporting him because my hatred of you is that much stronger than my hatred for Steve. I know he will fail, so once I finish off Michael Hardy, I will be coming to get my revenge for that attack. Believe that, you cowardly son of a bitch. I will show you how tough I really am when I destroy your puny ass, and make you leave SCW without making any true impact.

Andrew and Casey then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks.

The cameras find their way backstage to find former SCW Heavyweight Champion, Giani Di Luca, who is walking through the hallways, and there is a huge pop from the audience. Giani smiles widely at this as he walks along, talking to the cameras as he goes.

Giani: Yeah-heah-heah buddies! ???The Italian Stallion" is back in Reno for one night only! Had a good time in Vegas with Ben Jordan and the guys for the World Cup games, and I couldn???t find my way out in this neck of the woods without stoppin??? by to say ???Fuhgeddaboudit!??? *whispers* Reunion airin??? this fal

The crowd pops even louder with a hint of laughter as Giani winks to the camera. Giani turns around the corner as he makes his way past the Bombshell locker room, catching sight of Marisol Hawkes standing outside, and Zuri Justice walking down the hallway, away from him. He spots Liz Smalls down the hallway as well. Giani places his fingers underneath his chin as he inspects both ladies, not caring to be inconspicuous about it. He smiles before turning back to the cameras.

Giani: Some things only got better once I left, I see? Gotta hand it to the bosses for stayin??? on top of things in that area, right? Hahaha!

Giani finally breaks his gaze at Liz???s goods and focuses on the camera fully. He is about to say something when he is quickly interrupted by a voice off screen.

"Well, if it isn't the man who likes to play with chairs"

Giani turns around to see Gabriel leaning on a wall, looking at Giani with a tilted head

Giani: Yo, bro??? I know the last time we saw each other, it wasn???t the best of times. If I could take it back, I would. I would give anything to make it up to ya???

Gabriel: I'm sure you would Giani, it fits in with the whole redemption thing. That's the message you were trying to get across before you disappeared, right?

Giani nods uncomfortably at Gabriel.

Gabriel: I can respect that Giani, in fact, it's actually pretty inspiring. Because of that Giani, so many people took a look at their lives, they wondered if they could be redeemed too. I can relate to them Giani, because I too have found myself in that situation. I too feel the need to be redeemed, to have my soul saved. Since you put me out for months by slamming that steel chair in to my skull, compacting my neck, putting me out for months, almost ending my career, I changed. I kidnapped a man's family, I played with his emotions, because I was angry Giani.

Gabriel sighs, his voice softening.

Gabriel: I was an angry man, I felt robbed of something I loved to do, because of you Giani. I did some things that made these people think of me as a bastard but it's the ironic twist, that the man who did that to me, became an inspiration to me when I was laying in a bed, hardly able to move. I watched you, and I watched how you wanted forgiveness and now I want that Giani. I want forgiveness for all I've done, I need to be redeemed for what I did to Steve Ramone. I need that, and I need you to help me. I hold no grudge towards you Giani, but I want you to help me become a better man.

Gabriel extends his hand out toward Giani, who smiles at the kind gesture. He looks a little surprised by it, but he quickly takes the hand, giving it a firm shake. Gabriel surprises him even further by bringing him in closely, nailing him with an unexpected headbutt! The crowd in the arena boos as Gabriel crashes Giani into a wall. As Giani falls down, Gabriel stomps away at him before reaching over to grab hold of a broom sitting to his side. He whacks Giani with it a couple of times as security quickly rushes over to him, pulling him away from Giani. He lays in a few more solid stomps as he is being dragged away.

Gabriel: THEY WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG GIANI! I am a bastard and I will not play redemption, but I will play vengence. Next time you show that face of yours around here again, you're gonna see what a bastard I truly am!

Gabriel gets pulled away as medical staff arrive to check on Giani

Simone: And for a second there, I thought Gabriel had a change of heart! That was a dirty tactic there, especially to a man who was trying to apologize.

Adams: I???m not at all surprised. Stevie Wonder could have seen that coming from a mile away, let alone me!

Justin: The follow contest is for the tag team championship! Introducing first, the challengers...

The lights in the area fall dark.

Womans Voice: Jesus did not die for my sins, he died for his own.

Rev 22:20 by Puscifer begins playing twenty seconds into the song a bright light shines on Wrath standing at the enterence way looking down at the ground, smoke billows out from behind the curtin surounding his feet.

Justin: From Santo Toribio De Liebana, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is Wrath!

Wrath makes his way towards the ring, the spot light never leaving him and he always looking down. Wrath gets the the side of the ring as the spot light turns off, ten seconds later the spot light cuts back on in the middle of the ring Wrath is standing there looking up at the light his arms outstreched as if he crucified. He tilts his head down looking foward as the music dies out.

Justin: And his partner...

v/o:: "Las Vegas, can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

Simone: "It appears we're going to have company."

Adams: "Well, there goes the neighborhood."

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

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

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

The Mental Rapist

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Vanessa, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is The Mental Rapist, he is Sean Jackson!

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The park erupts into boos as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

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

His face remains stoic as only God knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson 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 is dressed in a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also blue jeans and cowboy boots.

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

Justin: And their opponents...

"Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies"

The immediate beat of the cult classic "Opticon" by Orgy lights up over the sound system and the crowd ignites with a fury of cheers as they know who is about to arrive. The crowd erupts in cheers as the curtains atop the stage are thrust wide open and out steps Synn, as he holds the drapes wide for the next arrival, and onto the stage emerges Big B -- with his tag team partner Despayre riding 'piggy back' astride his wide shoulders, and Angel being held high in Despaye's own hands.

Justin: Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty three pounds, being accompanied by Synn and Angel. They are the current SCW Tag Team champions, they are Despayre and Big B, they are the Bosom Buddies!

"Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"

Synn leads the way as the new tag team combination of the 'Bosom Buddies' makes their way down to ringside, Big B continuing to carry Despayre on his shoulders the entire way, while Despayre carries Angel on his own.

"New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think
That we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things"

They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. Synn then steps through the ropes and leads the team over toward their allotted corner while they await the start of the match while the music trails off.

"Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"

DING DING DING

Despayre and Jackson step in to each other face to face instantly, as does Big B and Wrath. The referee, Jacob Summers tries to get two men out, but the four men start to brawl. Jackson forces Despayre back to the corner and hammers him with blows to the head, while Big B has Wrath against the ropes, nailing him hard with chops to the chest. Jacob Summers gets in between Despayre and Jackson and forces them apart, telling them to get out of the ring. Jackson smirks ar Despayre and moves away, leaving the ring and heading to a corner. Despayre does the same.

Simone: Order has been restored.

Big B chops Wrath across the chest and grabs him by the wrist, throwing Wrath against the ropes, Wrath bounces back off the ropes and Big B lifts him up and drops him with a Samoan drop!

Adams: Samoan drop!

Big B steps back and drops a leg across Wrath chest. Big B grabs Wrath by the head and pulls him up to his feet, Big B hooks up Wrath head and drags him over, nailing him with a quick snap suplex. Big B waits for Wrath to return to his feet, as he does, Big B nails him hard with a clothesline. Big B picks Wrath up and pulls his arm back for a chop, but Wrath quickly ducks and gets behind him and pulls him down with a neckbreaker. Wrath gets back of his feet and starts to put the boots to the fallen Big B, first to the chest, then down his body to his legs. Wrath picks up Big B's legs and starts to kick the back of his knees, before turning him over in a single leg crab.

Simone: Wrath going for the submission.

Big B twists his body around and kicks Wrath off. Big B gets back to his feet but is quickly met with a perfectly executed rolling elbow smash to the jaw! Big B falls back in to the corner, sitting with his back to the turnbuckle. Wrath charges in and nails Big B with a knee!

Adams: B's seeing birdies

Wrath picks up Big B by the head and pulls him over to his corner, tagging in Jackson. Wrath holds Big B and Jackson punches him in the head. Jackson takes control of Big B by putting him in a quick headlock, punching him hard in the head three times. Big B lifts Jackson up in an attempt to reverse the move, but Jackson puts his feet on the top rope and pushes off, nailing Big B with a springboard bulldog. Jackson gets up, leaving Big B holding his head. Jackson walks over to Despayre, putting his arms out to his side and smirking. Despayre puts his leg in the ring, but Jacob Summers stops Despayre from entering the ring. While Jackson in goading Despayre to get in the ring, Big B sneaks up behind him and pulls him down with a a schoolboy pin! Summers turns around to see Jackson with his shoulders on the mat

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Jackson kicks out

Simone: Jackson's arrogance almost cost him this one.

Both men get up and Jackson beats Big B to the punch, but Big B fires a quick one back, he tosses Jackson towards the ropes and drops his head on Jackson's return. As Jackson bounces back, he grabs Big B's head, nailing him with a spinning neckbreaker! Jackson quickly goes for the cover.

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Big B kicks out.

Adams: That count was closer then a hair on a lip

Simone: Hair on a lip?

Adams: Yeah, like... like a hair on a lip.

Jackson tries to pick Big B up but Big B sweeps his legs and while holding both legs, drops down with a double leg drop across the stomach. Big B gets to his feet and moves over to the corner, tagging in Despayre, causing the fans to cheer loudly.

Simone: This is what the fans wanted to see, Despayre in the ring!

Despayre smiles as he steps through the ropes. As Jackson gets to his feet, Despayre smiles and charges at him, taking him down with a leg sweep. Despayre starts to fire punches at Jackson's head while he's on the floor. Jackson spins Despayre, rolling on top of him and starts to throw punches back at Despayre.

Adams: If this was two chicks, we'd be screaming cat fight right about now

Jackson drops fists and elbows on to Despayre's head, but Despayre kicks him off. Both men return to their feet and Jackson drives Despayre back to the corner by ramming his shoulder to his gut and forcing him backwards. Jackson unloads with huge punches to the head, dazing Despayre. He lifts Despayre on to the top rope. Jackson reaches up and nails Despayre with a huge hook to the jaw, making him wobble on the top rope. Jackson steps up on to the second rope and hits Despayre in the face again, but Despayre smiles at Jackson.

Simone: Why is Despayre smiling?

Despayre grabs Jackson by the throat with both hands and stands up, stepping himself up. Despayre dives off the rope, nailing Jackson with a sit out powerbomb! Despayre goes for the cover...

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2..

Jackson gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Despayre nearly pulled that one out of the bag.

Despayre gets to his feet, bringing a winded Jackson with him. Despayre drops down to his knees and hits Jackson with a throat thrust. Jackson stumbles back and Despayre charges at him, but Jackson quickly picks Despayre up and nails him with a huge spinebuster, causing the ring to shake. Jackson stays on top.

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2..

Despayre gets a shoulder up! Both men lay breathing heavy, but Jackson starts to move to his corner, he puts out his hand and Wrath reaches over and tags himself in as Jackson returns to his feet. Wrath moves past Jackson and grabs Despayre to his feet. Wrath grabs Despayre's head and drops him down with a vicious DDT. Wrath goes for the cover

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2..

Despayre kicks out!

Simone: So close to having new tag team champions.

Wrath hits the mat in frustration and gets to his feet, waiting for Despayre to return to his. As Despayre does, Wrath attempts a huge big boot. Despayre moves out of the way and grabs Wrath head and drops him down to the canvas with a flashback!

Adams: Flashback... a real one, not one you get after a night of drinking with my cousins.

Despayre crawls towards his corner, with an outstretched hand, Big B tags in!

Simone: Tag made to the much fresher Big B!

Big B charges in like a bull out of a gate, slamming Wrath down with an almighty clothesline. As Wrath gets to his feet, Big B connects with another. Wrath quickly gets to his feet a third time but Big B catches him with a knee to the gut. Big B hooks him up and throws Wrath in the air with a powerbomb! Wrath crashes to the canvas hard. Big B steps back and runs towards Wrath, jumping in the air with a senton, but Wrath smartly rolls out of the way!

Simone: Ouch!

Adams: He won't be able to sit down for a while

Wrath moves himself up to his feet and waits. As Big B gets to his feet, Wrath runs at him, and nails him with a shoulder tackle.

Adams: I think I felt the building shake.

Wrath turns around but Big B is already on his feet. Big B bounces off the ropes and crashes Wrath to the mat with a hangman clothesline. Big B pulls Wrath to his feet, but Wrath lifts Big B up by the waist struggling to get the muscle built B in the air. B claps his hands together, clapping them around Wrath's head!

Adams: It ain't pretty but it gets the job done!

B wraps his hands around Wrath's throat.

Simone: B could be looking for the B Bomb!

Jackson quickly gets in to the ring and chop blocks Big B as he lifts Wrath up. Despayre runs in to the ring, jumping in the air and catching Jackson with a flying head scissors and sending him flying out of the ring. B quickly wraps his hands around Wrath's throat and lifts him in the air, dropping him with thr B Bomb at the second attempt! He goes for the cover.

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3!

DING DING DING

Justin: The winner of the match.... BOSOM BUDDIES!

Adams: The boobies keep the titles!

Despayre jumps on B's back in celebration!

---

TJ Codair is seen walking through a dark corridor, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, a look of amusement seen across his face. The white tank he is wearing is the only thing bright in the hall as his black jeans are hardly seen. He walks down the hallway heading somewhere, a look of amusement is seen on his face as he turns the corner and sees a fiery red glow coming before him. He walks towards it. The light goes away as Codair takes a drag off his cigarette and moves towards where the light was. As he gets closer to it, he realizes that it is nothing more then a mirror catching his reflection.

TJ: "Great, feels like something out of Poe."

Codair turns away from the mirror and looks down the long dark corridor as he takes a breath and gathers his thoughts for a moment. As a loud bang is heard and he turns and head in the direction of the bang. He then reaches the sound of where the loud bang may have come from as he looks around and the bang is heard again right behind him. Codair quickly turns around and nothing is there, as a screeching sound is heard, Codair cracks his neck and turns towards where the screeching is heard. The sound of sharp metal meeting pipes as Codair just looks around.

TJ: "I stand corrected now it feels like I am in a Wes Craven movie, alright come on out Freddy."

Codair looks around a bit more as takes a drag off his cigarette and glares into the darkness.

TJ: "Ya know, if ya wanna get at me, come out and do it while I'm actually looking around, don't be sneaking around trying to scare m...."

Codair pulls his cigarette away from his lips as he begins to sniff the air.

TJ: "Hmm, ya smell pretty but the perfume gives ya away."

Codair quickly swings around and grabs a woman by the neck and puts her up against the wall and leans in close looking at the beautiful red now in his grasp

TJ: "Next time ya wanna sneak up on me darlin, I suggest ya don't wear something that leaves a scent. I maybe a lil hard of hearing, but my sense of smell is much better."

Codair quickly releases her neck, as Electra Blaze rubs her neck.

TJ: "Hi Electra, lets talk darlin."

A smile comes across Electra's face as Codair just crosses his arms and looks at her.

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???Nobody's business if I... walk, talk, make love, sing... but I'm able to love... Able to live, able to love.??? As the electric sounds of ???Able to love??? by Benny Bennasi trickles from the personal address system the video screen roars to life with a very familiar video of Sin City Wrestling???s resident Kiwi, Emma Rose. As the camera man zooms in on the screen to highlight her video package the lighting in the arena slightly dims down. Pulling back from the video the camera pans down to the top of the ramp to find Emma Rose standing at the top of it, her back is turned to the audience but the sight of her shadowed body is enough to bring the crowd to life. As her theme continues to play Emma confidently holds her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship up above her head with both hands.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Dunedin, New Zealand, standing at 5 feet 7 inches, and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is??? EMMMMMMMAAAAA ROOOOOOOOSE!!!

As Justin finishes announcing her Emma turns on her heels, the lights returning to normal as she does so. Resting her prized championship belt over her right shoulder she runs her nails across it, highlighting her name on the nameplate. Making her way down the ramp the New Zealand Bombshell takes her time soaking in the cheers from the fans. Emma makes her way to the steel steps and climbs them slowly, before walking along the ring apron. Lifting her right leg up and over the middle rope Emma teases the fan with a little display of her bottom before lifting her left leg over. Once inside the right Emma taps her championship belt before making her way around the six sided ring, pointing out to all her fans living it up. As her theme and video starts to wind up Emma makes her way over towards the centre of the ring, getting herself ready for tonight???s match.

Justin Decent: Aaaand her opponent! Coming to us from Tampa, Florida??? standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 132 pounds, she is??? RRRRROXIIIIII JOHHHHHHHHNSSSSOOOOONNNN!!!

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. 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 the cheers of the audience.

DING! DING! DING!

Emma scouts out the ring as Roxi strategically follows Emma, keeping her distance, but standing at the ready. Roxi keeps her eyes on the semi newcomer carefully, holding her arms out in an attempt to be ready for anything that might be coming her way. Emma gains some ground as she and Roxi tie up. Emma???s technical experience helps her as she rolls behind Roxi and brings her over with a German Suplex. She rolls over, waiting as Roxi bounces back, rolling to her feet and coming in for the attack.

Simone: Emma is coming on strong right out of the gate.

Adams: She has got to keep it up in order to beat someone as sexy, I mean determined, as Roxi Johnson.

Emma brings Roxi down with a quick snapmare, quickly following it up with a dropkick to her back. She grabs onto Roxi???s hair and pulls her over to the corner where she slowly climbs, lifting her off of the mat as she goes. Roxi tries to fight back as Emma gets to the top rope. Emma hooks her arm around Roxi???s neck and gets ready to leap off, but Roxi grabs onto her tights and slams her down hard on the mat.

Simone: A resourceful move by Roxi, but it seems rather desperate to start off.

Adams: You gotta do what you gotta do to stop a move like that from connecting. Plus, it???s not illegal. Are you doubting Roxi?.

Roxi takes a moment to stomp on a downed Emma for good measure. She dashes across the ring and comes flying off of the nearest ropes, crashing down with a Rolling Thunder. Roxi holds onto her ribs as she rises up from the mat. She brings Emma with her as she sends the redhead into the ropes. As Emma rebounds off of the ropes, Roxi leans down, looking for some type of slam, but Emma hooks arms with her and goes for a Backslide Pin. However, Roxi reverses it on her and brings her up and over with a reverse Piledriver!

Simone: What an amazing maneuver there from the former Bombshell Champion!

Adams: I just love a good reversal or a reversal of a??? Wait, what was I saying here?

Roxi takes a second to breath before leaning over Emma in a set up for a pin. Emma rolls back a little, stretching her legs around Roxi???s neck, squeezing as she leans forward. Roxi tries to stand up, taking Emma with her. Emma slides through Roxi???s legs, and with a hand stand, she refuses to let go of the hold. Roxi pries Emma???s legs from her neck, and tosses her back. However, Emma cartwheels forward and bounces off of the ropes, running at Roxi with a bulldog that drops her to the ground.

Adams: I like the way Emma Rose moves, like red lightening.

Simone: She has talent, and that is exactly why she is ruling the Bombshell Roulette division right now as their champion.

The crowd cheers as Roxi slowly gets up and walks over to Emma. Emma is waiting for her at the ready, but Roxi quickly ducks behind her. She brings her down with a back breaker. The crowd cheers as Emma gets her foot on the ropes. Roxi tugs her away, pulling forward to get her away from the ropes.. However, this is a golden opportunity for Emma, who is quick to escape. Roxi grabs her by the shoulders to tug her back, but Emma turns around and kicks her in the gut for her troubles. She bounces off of the ropes, doing a handspring forward, wrapping her legs around Roxi???s neck, and takes her down with a swift headscissors.

Simone: Amazing agility by the Bombshell Roulette Champion, here.

Adams: I could think of a few instances where that agility and flexibility could come in handy... like gymnastics for one.

Emma springs up to her feet and she plays to the audience a bit, feeding on their cheers before she begins stalking Roxi a bit. She bounces off of the ropes and times it just as Roxi slowly gets up to a kneeling position. As she does, Emma comes across with a Shining Wizard Kick that sends her back down to the ground. She drops down for the cover as Drew makes the count.

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Roxi kicks out. The audience cheers for the match to continue. Ben shouts words of encouragement to Emma as she drags Roxi up by her arms. Roxi groans in pain as she comes up to her feet. She elbows Emma in the stomach, and then she tosses her into the corner. As Emma comes out, Roxi Spears her back into it. She steps back, measuring Emma up. She comes up with a hard clothesline, and then she rolls her backward with a Monkey Flip that sends Emma landing on her back. Roxi runs up the turnbuckle and comes crashing down with a Senton Splash

Simone: Roxi Johnson is really pulling out all of the stops here tonight, isn???t she?.

Adams: When you are facing someone like Emma Rose, it doesn???t matter who you are, ya gotta take her seriously!

Simone: That???s what I keep seeing from her. She inspires great work in her opponents, as does Roxi.

Roxi slowly rolls away from Emma to gain her footing. She then stumbles back over toward Emma. She leans down for the pin. Emma surprises Roxi as she comes down for the pin. She rolls Roxi up into a Small Package

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Roxi rolls Emma over, turning the pin attempt onto her.

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2!

3!NO!

Emma turns it back over on Roxi. The fans are on the edge of their seats as they watch Drew???s head spin.

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3!NO!KICKOUT!

Simone: What an impressive showing from both ladies! Emma locked in the pin, only to have it turned around on her, and then regained.

Adams: I can???t even keep up with them. I don???t know who to cheer for??? my head is so confused!

As Jason cries out in frustration, the audience cheers as both ladies find their way up to their feet at the same time. They watch each other carefully as they don???t want to make any moves in haste. Roxi leans against the ropes, plotting her next move as Emma goes on the defensive. Roxi charges forward, and Emma goes for a clothesline, but Roxi ducks underneath it. Roxi comes off of the opposing ropes, looking for a Headscissors, but Emma grabs onto her legs and flings them off of her. Roxi finds herself against the ropes, looking for a Handspring Elbow. She connects to Emma???s face, causing her to hold onto her right eye. Roxi sends Emma into the corner. As she charges forward, Emma ducks out of the way, letting Roxi delicately turn around. Emma rams a knee into Roxi???s stomach. She then ascends the corner and begins hitting punches as the crowd counts along with her.

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Simone: Emma has rallied the fans behind her, but truth be told, both of these ladies are putting on a great show for the fans.

As she hits the final blow, she falls down with a monkey flip, tossing Roxi up and over to the mat. The crowd goes wild for a brief moment as Emma climbs to the top rope. She looks down to measure Roxi up. Emma leaps off for a Frog Splash that connects hard with Roxi. She grabs onto her ribs as she goes for a pin.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: How are these ladies still going?

Simone: They both want it that much, Jason! Only one can win, but either way, the fans will win with this one!

Emma can???t believe that Roxi kicked out of this move. She slowly stands up and leans on the ropes to catch her breath again. She pants a bit, and Roxi gets up to her feet. In one last attempt to gain the advantage, Roxi charges forward with a Spear, but both ladies wind up toppling over the ropes and to the outside. Drew gives them a second as they tumble to the ground before starting his count.

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Roxi stirs a bit as does Emma. Both women are worn down, and as the count gets up there, Emma comes to her feet first. Emma slides into the ring. She walks around waiting for her opponent to get back to her feet. As she does, Emma steps back, inviting her back into the ring. She says something that really inspires Roxi to bring it, and she charges into the ring. Emma tells her to bring it on, and Roxi charges at her. As she does, Emma dodges a clothesline attempt, but Roxi grabs onto her red locks tightly. She crashes down with a hard bulldog that sends Emma crashing forward and onto the middle rope. Roxi dashes to the other side of the ring, and through the ropes. As she does, she jumps up and nails a West Coast Pop that sends the crowd into a frenzy. She rolls back, and takes a breath before setting Emma up for the Justice Lock. Emma clicks her heels against Roxi???s head. Roxi attempts it once more, garnering the same response. Emma rolls out of the way, getting to her feet quickly. She hits the Kia Kaha out of nowhere

Simone: Ohhh, she meant business with that one.

Adams: I would say this one is about over...

Emma hooks the leg and Drew Patton drops down for the cover.

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Justin Decent: And your winner... EMMMMMMMMAAAA ROOOOOOSE!!!

Simone: This match could have gone either way, as the experience of Roxi Johnson helped her, but Emma Rose to gains the victory here tonight.

Emma stands up and looks down to Roxi for a moment. After such a grueling contest between the two, she extends her hand down toward Roxi and helps lift her off of the mat. The two share an admirable arm raise, much to the delight of the fans. They then share a handshake in the middle of the ring.

---

The scene fades into the rafters of the SCW. Equinox is sitting on the stairs showing in his usually Silver and black mask with spikes jutting from the top while wearing black slacks and shirt to go with a silver tie and his signature black coat and the umbrella he brought around with him on his right shoulder flaunted out and the SCW Roulette championship on the other . Equinox???s hands are holding his head, as he appears in deep thought. He takes his hands away from his face and looks up. His eyes slowly glassed over. He looks directly at the camera in his face, and chuckles.

Equinox: So that???s what that feels like??????.

He smirks, leaning back against the stairs.

Equinox: Duke Ata Topai was beat by one Michael Hardy who no longer exists at Chaos in Cape town. Then the very next week...Kain The SCW Roulette Division Champion defends against myself and Jericho Hill. Many Close Calls and a Superplex off the fence wall. I kind of had it coming right? Equinox should of known at some point???that all my hard work would come through someday.

He smirks, letting the umbrella twirl as he looked at the ceiling.

Equinox: In the comic books, Bane was introduced to the Batman Comics in the mid 90s-a character that redefined the Batman Universe, by breaking the back of Bruce Wayne. In my career, Equinox has had many people Equinox could consider to be part of my Villain???s Gallery. Equinox has had his Mr. Freeze, my Riddler, his Two-Face, his Harley Quinn???but come this Sunday Night at the Sin city zone, Andrew Garcia you sir, are Equinox???s Bane???.You sir were my 1st victory in my chase to this championship and you sir are a former champion of this unique belt.

He pauses and starts to talk again.

Equinox: We have met before and the Joker???s know you lost your match as I pinned you long ago.

Equinox want this belt for them. For himself and for everyone He challenges anyone to take it with there bloody fingers and unleash a war like they have never seen!

He pauses again.

Equinox: ???Joker???s Rise Up, It is time to take your throne in the Dark Kingdom!!!!!! Wahahahahaha???

He gets back to his feet heading down the stairs his umbrella in his hand. As the Joker???s of the Dark Kingdom await his arrival. The feed slowly dies.

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The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen walking towards Liz Smalls, as she smiles at him. He hands her a picture with a man and a little girl, the little girl on her shoulders while the both of them are making a goofy face.

TJ: I found this after the one I gave ya, I think your old man would have wanted you to have it.

She looks at it for a moment as he just looks at her.

TJ: Ya need to really rethink things kid, he lived, breathed, and died for this business, every time ya disrespect the business, ya disrespect him.

He pats her on the back and walks away

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Voice Over: In just over a month, SCW returns to its roots at the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada for....

Voice Over: This year, ladies and gentlemen, Sin City Wrestling is proud to announce that in conjunction with 'Into the Void III', we will be partnered with a very special charity...

A video package begins playing, showing SCW Superstars and Bombshells with children from the Make-A-Wish Foundation...

'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward kneeling with his arms draped around the shoulders of two small boys...

Emma Rose hugging a little girl...

A little boy making a muscle for Gene Banton Junior to feel with a playful expression of awe...

Despayre allowing a little girl to give Angel a hug before he hugs her himself...

Voice Over: The Make-A-Wish Foundation grants wishes to terminally ill children, and SCW is proud to be a part of a very special event where all proceeds go to support this very worthwhile charity. And as a special treat to these courageous children and their families, they will be granted not only free seats to this Supercard, but backstage passes to meet their favorite SCW Superstars and Bombshells. On July 20, 2014, the men and women of Sin City Wrestling will work together to make dreams and wishes come true.

The video package ends with applause from the fans.

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The camera heads to ringside where Justin Decent stands alongside the head official of SCW, Jasmine St. John.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd cheers with excitement and enthusiasm at the prospect of a match for the men's top championship gold.

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! To be accompanied by the Goldenboy Gene Banton Senior, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 227 pounds ... GENE BANTON JUNIOR!!!

The opening chords of 'Magic Man' by Heart heralds a burst of multi-colored pyrotechnics at the head of the ramp. Curious faces bustle towards the railing lining the aisle their collective gaze drawn to the curtains bearing the SCW logo. Trembling briefly the satin gray drapery is parted forcibly by a pair of hands belonging to the Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. He pauses succinctly, standing between the vibrant illuminations bringing his hands to his hips allowing the crowd to take in the display. Overhead a giant LCD screen dubbed the ???jumbotron??? flashes images of the young man performing in the ring, speaking into a microphone and posing with a bevy of bikini clad beauties. Finally, he breaks into a stride, confidently swaggering his way to the ring ignoring the thrusting of outstretched hands, his lips curled into a confident smirk as his gleaming cobalt lenses dial into their destination, the squared circle where his business will be conducted in earnest. His manager and father, Goldenboy Gene Banton follows behind several paces, allowing his son the entirety of the spotlight. Climbing the iron steps and stepping between the ropes, the youngster extends his arms in presentation acknowledging the vociferous reception of the mob.

Adams: Geno Junior there looks confident as ever, doesn't he?

Simone: It's hard to deny him the right, I hate to admit. That kid's been on a tear since his return to SCW and earned this shot at the gold at 'Chaos In Cape town' with a win over Max Burke.

Adams: Well he looks confident, that's for sure.

Simone: When doesn't he? Christ Almighty, if this kid wins the title, his already sky rocketing ego is going to go into orbit!

Gene Senior has his son in the far corner and is conferring with him as the introductions continue.

Justin: His opponent is the current reigning and defending SCW Heavyweight Champion! From Birmingham, England, weighing 225 pounds ... SIMON JONES!!!

The intro of ???Simon Says??? By Drain STH plays over the arena???s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans.

Adams: Will you listen to the 'pop' that Simon's getting?

Simone: They say everyone loves a winner, and Simon Jones is just that. He's held the Heavyweight title since March of this year when he dethroned Giani Di Luca in Irvine, California.

Adams: And he's defended it against all comers since. He even put it on the line in the finals of the 'Blast from the Past II' tournament.

Simone: Which is just one more thing that proves that man's success. SCW Heavyweight Champion. He and Brandi Shotze winning the 'Blast From the Past II' tournament. And just recently he defeated ACW Champion 'the Mental Rapist' Sean Jackson to become the official Unified Champion.

Adams: And that's what he's putting up against Geno Junior here tonight! Wow!

Simon strips the gold belt from around his waist and hands it over to Jasmine. She then walks over to Junior to show it to him, and the challenger yanks the belt from the official's grasp and he holds it up in the air to a chorus of boos.

Simone: You haven't won it yet Einstein!

Junior tries to play keep away with the belt, but Jasmine puts an end to that fast as she simply delivers a hard elbow to the challenger's stomach, and he drops the belt right into her open hands.

Adams: Try playing games with Jasmine, huh?

His dad pats a sympathetic hand onto Junior's shoulder as Jasmine holds the SCW Heavyweight belt up high for all corners to see. The crowd cheers as the referee passes the belt out to Justin's waiting hands.

Adams: Aw no! Will you look at that?

The camera picks up Gene Senior helping fit the head mic onto his son so that he might call his own match.

Adams: I had hoped he'd forgotten about that.

Simone: We have Aunt Christian to thank for THAT.

Gene Senior steps out of the ring and drops to the floor and Junior turns and sees Simon playing to the fans and he suddenly rushes across the ring and attacks him from behind, running his face into the corner! Jasmine calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Junior: How about that, huh? How do you like me now?

Junior then grabs the champion and sends him into the far corner with an Irish whip.

Junior: You're looking at the next Champion!

Junior gets a running start and charges Simon, but the champion leap frogs up and over Junior and as Junior spins back around, Simon connects with a flying back kick that knocks the challenger back against the corner. Simon then quickly climbs up the turnbuckles, pinning Junior in and the champion raises his right fist and rallies the fans behind him!

Junior: Wait! Wait! Time out!

And Simon starts unloading the big right hands as the crowd counts along!

Fans: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

Simon hops down and Junior staggers out and almost sinks to his knees, but the champion holds him up and Irish whips him into the ropes at top speed and jumps, laying Junior out with a flying elbow.

Simone: His dad tried warning him but like all kids, Junior didn't want to listen.

Adams: And now Simon's kicking Junior's tail.

Simon pulls Junior up and goes for another Irish whip but Junior hangs on and reverses it, and Simon holds on and ducks behind his challenger and grabs him in a rear waistlock. Simon runs him into the ropes for a roll up but Junior hangs on and Jones rolls back. The champion jumps to his feet as Junior turns around and tries again to signal for a time out, only for Simon to come charging and hit a running clothesline that sends Junior toppling out backwards, over the top rope and to the stadium grounds!

Adams: Whoa!

Gene Senior is right over to assist his son to his feet, as Junior's brains have been scrambled from the offset of this match. Junior gets to his feet and almost falls back into his dad's arms, but points angrily at the champion who Jasmine repeatedly has to keep from going out after him.

Junior: What the hell, ref!? I called for a time out! You all heard me, right!?

Junior addresses the crowd but they respond only with negativity, boos and scorn, and Junior waves them off.

Junior: Oh what do any of you know!? You're just the ones sitting on your fat...

But Junior's verbal assault on the fans is cut short as Simon reaches out over the top rope and grabs Junior by his curls and drags him up onto the ring apron!

Junior: Ref! hair pull! Hair pull! He's cheating!

Simon bends Junior backwards over the top rope and lands a heavy forearm shot down around into the sternum area. Junior almost falls but Simon hangs on and lands a second forearm shot as Gene Senior shouts in protest towards the referee.

Adams: Junior tried to start this match playing rough and Simon's taking him to school.

Simon backs off at Jasmine's insistence and Junior holds onto the ropes, turning around, only for Simon to grab the top rope and pull, flipping the challenger into the ring the hard way. Sensing his opponent weakened, Simon seeks to take advantage and he pulls Junior to his feet. The champion Irish whips him into the far corner but Junior runs right up the turnbuckles and turns around, then leaps for a flying dropkick but the champ blocks it and Junior hits the mat! Simon then grabs the champion's legs and swiftly turns him over into a Texas Cloverleaf, kneeling right on the middle of his back, folding the challenger right in half! Junior's face turns deep red from the pain being inflicted on his body but has the wits about him to prop himself on his elbows to ease some of the pain. Jasmine leans in on her knees to check to see if Junior wants to yield.

Junior: No! God no! Ah! He's killing me! That can't be legal!

Simon then releases him and pulls him up to his feet and sends him into the corner, following right in with a Shining wizard knee strike. Simon then sends him into the ropes and jumps for a Hurricanrana, but Junior blocks it!

Adams: Oh this can't be good!

Junior laughs into his microphone...

Junior: And with Herculean effort, the mighty challenger goes for...

And Junior holds him up high to deliver a countering powerbomb, but Simon flips out over his shoulders and down his back for a sunset flip!

1.....
2.....
Junior kicks out!

Simone: All that boasting is costing Junior any momentum!

Junior jumps right to his feet and charges the champion but Simon leg trips him and Junior's face smacks the mat. Geno Junior grabs his face!

Junior: Oh no! The challenger's beautiful nose! His perfect chin! What will the babes think!?

The challenger has no further time to contemplate his 'good looks' as Junior is kicked over onto his stomach and Simon sits on his back, traps his arms over his knees and cups his chin in his hands in a camel clutch!

Simone: No matter what Geno Junior seems to try, Simon has an answer for.

Adams: It's what his pop tried to warn him about but did Junior want to listen? Nooooo!

Jasmine leans down to check to see what Junior's condition is and if he wants to pack it in, but Junior shakes his head in the negative, trying to find a way out of his predicament.

Simone: That kid is a pompous little ass but I have to admit, he's got some fight in him.

Adams: Of course he does! He's a Banton.

Junior's eyes grimaces and he suddenly starts shouting in protest as Simon releases his hold on Junior's chin to start grabbing at the head mic around the challenger's neck.

Adams: What's he doing?

Simone: He's taking off Junior's head mic!

Junior: Hey! No! STOP! It was a gift! This is cheating! I want my lawyer!

But Simon relieves him of the mic and throws it to the outside where Gene Senior snatches it, and then resumes his support of his son, pounding the mat and shouting into the ring.

Simone: We really owe the champion a fruit basket for that.

Simon releases the camel clutch then, realizing that Junior is not about to give up and the champion wisely seeks another means to achieve victory. Simon Irish whips Junior into the ropes but Junior uses the middle rope to springboard back and take Simon down with a flying bodypress!

1.....
2.....
Simon kicks out!

Junior comes about and Irish whips him into the ropes and attempts a dropkick but Simon blocks it and turns Junior over into a Liontamer!

Adams: Every time Junior looks to be gaining some momentum here, Simon puts a stop right to it!

Jasmine is again trying to get Junior to see sense and tap so that he might live to fight another day, but Junior refuses and instead tries to reach the ropes. He props himself up onto his forearms and tries to drag himself closer, but the champion drags him right back to the center of the ring where he is unable to reach them. Junior yells out in the pain being inflicted on his back, and then he starts pushing himself up onto his arms first, then his hands. Junior tucks his head in and suddenly flips out of the hold and is atop Simon in a cover!

1.....
2.....
Simon kicks out!

Both men are to their feet and Simon cuts off Junior fast with a knife edge chop across the chest. The champion goes for an Irish whip into the corner but Junior reverses it and sends Simon in instead. Simon attempts to repeat Junior's earlier maneuver but Junior follows him right in and sweeps his feet out, causing Simon's foot to get caught and he topples back and lands right on the back of his head with his foot caught in the Tree of Woe!

Adams: Oh this isn't good for the champion!

Simone: But it is a great opportunity for the challenger!

Junior, seeing the champion's awkward positioning, runs off of the ropes and baseball slides right into his mid-section with a low dropkick. Junior repeats this and the second time's force is enough to knock Simon loose from the corner where Junior drags him to his feet around the waist in a gut wrench position, then lifts him off of the mat and he starts to spin around in circles on his feet, gaining momentum until he hefts Simon up and drives him straight back down in a spin-out powerbomb!

Simone: Jesus! Geno Junior may be a light heavyweight but the kid is obviously STRONG!

And Junior holds Simon down for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Simon gets his shoulder up!

Simone: I think it's safe to say that Geno Junior has taken over control of this match.

Adams: Kind of makes you wonder if he let the champion wear himself out so he could, doesn't it?

Simone: Truth be told, it would not surprise me. He acts a fool most of the time but I'm still betting his father drilled a game plan into his head, like it or not.

Nodding with a smile, quite pleased now with himself, Junior hauls the champion to his feet and goes for an Irish whip but the champion manages to hang on and reverses it. Junior comes off, ducks under a lariat, then rebounds off the far side into a leapfrog transitioned into a one handed bulldog, plating the champion face first into the canvas!

Adams: Dog Trainer!

Junior rolls Simon over onto his back and covers him, hooking the leg as tightly as he can!

1.....
2.....
Simon kicks out!

Junior pounds the mat, clearly frustrated and points toward Jasmine, shouting at her!

Simone: Don't piss the referee off kid!

Adams: Yeah that's the one person in the ring you WANT on your side!

Jasmine holds up two fingers, and Junior gets to his feet and gets in her face, continuing to argue with her! Fuming, Junior turns back around and reaches for Simon, when the champion pulls him over into a small package!

1.....
2.....
Junior kicks out!

Simone: That temper of his almost cost him!

Junior scrambles to his feet and before Simon can try to clear his head, Junior lays him out with a clothesline! Junior then ducks behind him, pulls him up into pumphandle position and throws him back over in a flipping release half nelson!

Adams: Times like this you can REALLY see the influence his dad has on him.

Simon appears out but Junior stalks over toward him on his hands and knees, a cocky smile on his face. He stands over him and drags him to his feet, then wraps around him with one leg around the champion's side, the other draped over his neck and hooks an arm, trapping Simon in an Octopus hold.

Simone: Look at the way Junior has the champion's body contorted!

Adams: Simon may not have any choice BUT to submit!

Simone: No I think you'd have to kill Simon Jones before he'd submit away the title he fought so hard for!

Simon's eyes clench shut as he yells out as Junior keeps his body contorted in a painful and unnatural manner. Junior finally lets him go on his own and pulls him up to lock the Octopus back on but before he is able to do so, Simon counters by hip tossing Junior over. Simon then goes for a back suplex but Junior lands on his feet and locks in the Octopus anyway but this time, he falls back with it, pinning the champion's shoulders to the mat!

1.....
2.....
Simon gets free!

Simone: Even *I* have to admit that was a pretty damn innovative pinning predicament Geno Junior had Simon trapped in there.

Rather than debate with Jasmine again, Junior drags Simon up and delivers a heavy scoop slam. The challenger then starts to go up to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, but Simon is right back up and gets up behind him and pulls him back from the corner on his shoulders...

Adams: Simon's back up! This is why he's the champion!

And Simon falls back, driving Junior into the mat with an Electric Chair drop!

Simone: And I do believe the champion has regained control of this match!

Simon covers Junior!

Both men are down, hurt and tired, and Jasmine begins to issue her count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

Simon rolls over and covers Junior in a pin attempt.

1.....
2.....
Junior gets the shoulder up!

Simon quickly picks his young challenger up and delivers a vertical suplex that shakes the ring from the impact. Junior's back arches and his mouth is wide open in an expression of pain. Simon then points the corner and runs right up it as the fans cheer him on and he leaps backwards, driving an elbow right into Junior's sternum area! Simon covers Junior and hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
Junior kicks out.

Simon is again on his feet, bringing Junior up along with him where he delivers a body slam. Simon then signals to the crowd and they respond enthusiastically as Simon goes up top!

Adams: He's going into high risk territory! He may end it right here!

Simon sizes the prone Junior up and he leaps, going for the Shooting Star Press, but Junior rolls out of the way and the champion crashes!

Simone: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why they call it 'high risk'!

Junior drags himself up with the aid of the ropes, and smiles while pointing a finger toward his head. He then climbs up to the top of the corner, facing the crowd, then leaps backwards with a beautiful moonsault onto Simon and covers him, hooking the leg!

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

Clearly angry and frustrated, Junior starts unloading a number of right hands into Simon's head, prompting Jasmine to order him to end the assault! She reaches a count of three when Junior breaks, only to grab the champion around the throat with both hands, choking the air from his body! Jasmine issues an immediate count against this infraction!

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

Suddenly, an angry Simon Jones throws Junior off of him and onto his back and Simon returns the favor and grabs him by the throat, choking HIM! However contrary to their scorn directed at Junior, the crowd cheers Simon giving the young upstart a taste of his own medicine! Jasmine, however, is not amused and she grabs Simon's arm, then starts counting against him!

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

Simon breaks and pulls Junior up to his feet, when Geno jams a thumb into Jones's eye, temporarily blinding him. Junior then leaps up and delivers the Flash Man's Time Stopper aka a Step-up enzugari! Simon flips over to his back and Junior poses with both biceps and flexes his pecs like a pro!

Simone: Oh someone shut this brat up!

Junior looks out to his father and points at the downed champion, laughing. Gene Senior yells for his son to stop screwing around and finish him! Junior just rolls his eyes at this and grabs Simon, dragging him up into powerbomb position. Junior then hefts him up into the air, and goes for a running powerbomb -- but Simon counters and throws him over with a Hurricanrana! The momentum drives Junior's face into the middle corner turnbuckle!

Adams: What a beautiful reversal!

Simone: Junior should have listened to his father!

Simon fights his way to his feet, dragging Junior up with the aid of a handful of hair and he slams Junior's face right into the top turnbuckle! Simon then looks at the next corner to his left and runs Junior's head into it! The crowd is absolutely loving it as Simon proceeds to give Junior a tour of the six corners of the ring the hard way, slamming his head into all SIX of the top turnbuckles! Junior staggers back, seemingly out on his feet, and Simon dives right at him, turning him inside out with a flying clothesline! Simon covers him!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Junior's foot is draped across the bottom rope!

Adams: Damn that was close!

Simone: Damn that was stupid! Suppose Jasmine hadn't seen it!

Simone pulls Junior to his feet in a front facelock and brings him over with a snap suplex. The champion then steps out onto the apron and begins to ascend to the top a second time. He just reaches the top when Junior is back up and the challenger runs to the top and he tries to bring Simon down the hard way! Junior delivers a fist to Simon's midsection, but Simon fights back first with a right to the head, followed up by a headbutt right between the eyes. Junior almost falls back but Simon holds onto him, pulling him up the rest of the way to the top!

Simone: What is the champion up to now?

Simon answers the question by jumping up, scissoring Junior's head, and...

Simone: HURRICANRANA TO THE FLOOR!!! OH MY GOD!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: THEY'RE BORKEN IN HALF! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS! THEY'RE BROKEN IN HALF!

Simone: Really?

Adams: Hey I didn't have a 'Slobberknocker' opening.

Both champion and challenger are lying on the ground outside of the ring, and Jasmine is outside checking on hem, as Gene Senior looks on with worry for his son! The crowd is on its feet, cheering at the maneuver pulled off by both men!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *claps* THIS IS AWESOME! *claps*

Jasmine finally has no other alternative and she rolls back inside of the ring and begins to issue her count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...
9...

Simon lunges inside of the ring, and right back out again to break the count! Simon then grabs the limp form of his challenger and tries to drag him to his feet, the dead weight of the 227 pounder making it difficult. Junior is finally pulled up and against ringside when Simon rolls back inside of the ring. Before Jasmine can begin the count again, Simon reaches through the ropes and grabs Junior, dragging him forcibly up onto the apron. Simon then reaches over and scoops him up to body slam him back inside of the ring, only for Junior to hook his leg on the way down and roll through into a pin against the champion!

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

Adams: What! What... what just happened!?

The bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: He didn't... did he!?

Simon is in a seated position, staring at Jasmine in shock as she reaches through the ropes and takes the SCW belt.

Justin: The winner of the match... and NEW Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion...

Adams: NO!

Justin: ... GENE BANTON JUNIOR!!!

Jasmine presents Junior with the championship belt and Junior's face lights up in ecstasy and he grabs the referee in a fierce embrace and swings her around as the crowd boos viciously at this decision and Simon stands up, clearly in disbelief!

Adams: What the hell!? How did this happen!?

Gene Banton Senior climbs into the ring, a smile bearing fierce pride on his face, and Junior runs over and jumps onto his dad, and Senior catches him! The fans continue to boo this as Junior holds the gold aloft while in his father's arms!

Simone: The only thing I can think of is, Simon Jones had this match in his complete control, and maybe, just maybe, he got a little over confidant and Geno Junior pulled that roll up from out of nowhere and surprised the champion just enough to get the pin!

Simon rolls out of the ring, shaking his head in shocked disbelief, then backs up the aisle, staring into the ring as Gene Senior grabs his son by the wrist and raises his arm in victory while the crowd rains boos down upon the father/son tandem!

Adams: Oh my God! There'll be no living with that kid now!

Simone: Like it or not, history HAS been made here tonight! A brand new SCW Champion has been crowned, and he is the youngest in history at nineteen years of age! Gene Banton Junior IS the new SCW Heavyweight Champion! That's all we have time for tonight. Join us next week as we enter the Era of Junior.... ugh, can't believe I said that.

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THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, Sam, The Lord MK, Dustin, Casey, Sean Jackson, Mercedes Vargas, Equinox, TJ, Marge, Electra Styles, Wong, Craig, Frost. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you great roleplayers that keep SCW going.