Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Tucson High Gymnasium in Tucson, Arizona. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

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

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

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

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

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Tucson High Gymnasium in Tucson, Arizona and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

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

The fans cheer as Amanda prances out dressed as a German serving wench with a little extra padding for a whole lotta extra pounds perceived. The sounds of polka music plays across the sound system, and with beer and tray in hand, Amanda starts her performance.

Amanda: Here's a silly ditty,
You can sing it right away
Now, here is what you say
So sing it while you may

Here's a silly jingle,
You can sing it night or noon
Here's the words, that's all you need
'Cause I just sang the tune:

Oh, I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her,
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

I get dizzy
I get numbo
When I'm dancing
With my Jum-Jum-Jumbo

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

Can she prance up a hill?
No, no, no, no, no
Can she dance a quadrille?
No, no, no, no, no
Does she fit in your coupe?
By herself she's a group
Could she possibly
Sit upon your knee?
No, no, no

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
And she's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
Yeah, she's too fat,
Much too fat
But she's just right for me

She's so charming
And she's so winning
But it's alarming
When she goes in swimming

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
So I sure want her, you can't have her
She's just right for me
But she's too fat!
She's not too fat!
She's just right for me!

She's a twosome,
She's a foursome
If she'd lose some
I would like her more some

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
Much too fat
She's too fat for me
Hey!

The music ends and the fans applaud as Amanda prances about the stage, waving and blowing kisses before walking off stage.

Simone: Welcome to another action packed edition of Climax Control! I’m Belinda Simone...

Adams: … and I’m ready to get this show going! But you can call me by my legal name of Jason Adams.

Simone: Right… Well, we’ve got ourselves a massive card tonight with Roulette Rules, title matches...

Adams: Ya getting ahead of yourself there, Belinda!

Simone: You’re right. We kick off the action tonight where Deimos will go one on one with Deavon Justice in a Hardcore Rule Match!

Adams: This one sounds like it will be… bloody… brilliant! See what I did there?

Simone: Yes, I see my intelligence is rubbing off on you. Next up, we get to see Marisol Hawkes taking on Liz Smalls in a Roulette Rules match!

Adams: This one needs to land on Regular Match, because if it doesn’t? Liz has promised to walk out. Liz doesn’t *do* weapons matches… Hashtag Liz Facts...

Simone: I am already sick and tired of Liz Facts… Anyway, next up, we get to see former SCW Tag Team Champions Joshua Acquin and Lucian Frost, being touted as Team Hot Stuff International, going up against Team NXT, Jon Dough and Connor Murphy

Adams: The winner will be facing Bosom Buddies at the Into The Void super card for the Tag Team Championships. Joshua Acquin expressed his dislike for this over Twitter, saying he and Lucian are owed their rematch.

Simone: If they weren’t being carried as champions, maybe the bosses wouldn’t have felt that they needed to prove themselves again?

Adams: Joshua Acquin is a man who never minces his words, so maybe he will prove himself tonight.

Simone: Following that match, the Bombshells of SCW are at it for the second time tonight when we see Jessie Salco taking on Necra Octavian Kane!

Adams: Jessie and Necra are definitely not strangers to one another. Jessie has vowed that she will not stop until she has defeated Necra, but will the Heavy Metal Bombshell have what it takes to knock down the Goddess of the Dead?

Simone: After that, Mixed Tag Action! We get to see Team Bemma, Ben Jordan and Emma Rose, taking on The Mean Girls!

Adams: Yes, you heard that right! Holly Wood and Veronica Taylor of Mean Girls will be in action tonight against Team Bemma, and with Jamie Dean as the special guest referee! Anything can and probably will happen, because it is Roulette Rules!

Simone: The rest of the night is Bombshell heavy! Roxi Johnson, “The Nurse” Cynthia Warren, and Jade Manendez-Arcador meet, Triple Threat style!

Adams: That’s right. Our resident Superheroine will be taking on The Nurse and the Bitch of Hardcore. All three ladies are dangerous in their own rights, but who will come out on top?

Simone: And closing out the show, we get to see the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, The Freakettes, challenged by former champions, Mercedes Vargas and Traci Patterson!

Adams: “Rock” Rose freaks me out, that’s for sure! But the other three ladies make up for it ten fold. However, “Rock” is the biggest threat, and she proved it in their last encounter. Will we see a much different outcome tonight?

Simone: How many times do I have to tell you this, Jason? Watch the show and...

Adams: Wait, I’m hearing that we’ve got something going down in the parking lot!


We find our way outside in the parking lot to find Erik Staggs walking along. He is wearing a black SCW polo t-shirt and a pair of nice jeans, dealing with the Arizona heat a little differently than most around him. He walks up toward a crowd of people who are in t-shirts, or no shirts, and they seem to be gathered something that is letting off a decent amount of smoke. He slowly parts his way through the crowd, walking up toward Horace Jackson, who is flipping burgers on a small grill, talking with various fans. Erik immediately pats him on the shoulder to get his attention. Once he has it, he looks around as if he is expecting someone else to come up to them.

Erik: Mr. Jackson… Can I ask what you are doing here? You are supposed to be banned from all SCW events.

Erik tries his best to keep it just above a whisper as he leans in a little closer to Horace’s shoulder, cupping a hand around his mouth as he speaks.

Horace Jackson: That maybe true but last I checked. This is a parking lot which belongs to the public. Do you want a hotdog or hamburger Erik?

Horace continues to grill while letting the party to continue.

Erik: What? Um, a hot dog would be alright, but… No, this is part of an SCW event, and Mark Ward could have you thrown out of here if he catches you out here. I’m surprised that he hasn’t done so yet.

Horace puts a hotdog on a bun and hands it to Erik.

Horace Jackson: Funny, you should mention him. I think Mark Ward needs to be taken down a peg or two. As for this party.

Bridgette gives Erik a manila envelope.

Bridgette Jackson: Mr. Staggs, our lawyer has been working on getting this suspension overturned. He has been going over every inch of the contract that Horace won at Chaos in Cape Town.

Horace Jackson: Erik, I have a permit to be out here. So if Mark Ward wants to continue his abuse of power then The Empire will strike with legal action. These fans have a right to see their favorite superstar. Erik, I earned my title shot and Mark Ward can't deny me my shot for long.

Bridgette Jackson: Is there something you can do Erik to stop HSI from ruining SCW?

Some fans begin to yell "The Empire is gonna kill you." Erik glares back at the fans that seem to be threatening him, and he looks uneasy about it. He looks back to Horace and then to Bridgette as he sighs.

Erik: Look, my own hands are tied right now. To be honest, I think what Mark did was a real dick move. It didn’t set well with me, but I’m on thin ice around here these days. There is only so much I can do, and…

Horace Jackson: Erik, I know you are in hot water but my lawyer is working on getting me reinstated. Mark will show me respect or he will fall to the Empire.

Horace and his fans continue to party. Erik sighs as he takes a bite from the hot dog. He chews as he thinks it over for a minute. Once he finishes his bite, he looks back to Horace with a slightly more sympathetic expression.

Erik: Look, I can’t make any promises, but I will see what I can do, okay? I really do feel for you and your situation. Let me take a look at the rule book and see if there are any ways around this, and I will keep in touch with you.

Horace nods his head as Bridgette places a hand over her heart.

Horace Jackson: Anything can help Erik. Don't get yourself fired over this man. The HSI has not heard the last of The Empire.

Bridgette Jackson: Mark Ward needs to be taken down a peg for abusing his powers.

Horace hands Erik a bottle of Coke.

Horace Jackson: On the Empire Erik. The force is strong with you.

Horace continues to cook with his fans and family. Erik opens up the bottle of Coke and takes a sip from it, giving Horace a nod of respect. He extends his hand toward Horace, who gladly accepts it.

Erik: I just hope that we can get this worked out. I do look forward to seeing you get the title shot that you deserve. Let me see what I can do, and feel free to have your lawyer contact me so we can work together to fix this problem.

With that, Erik turns to Bridgette and shakes her hand as well. They mutter kind words toward one another as Erik slowly walks back toward the building.

Simone: Did Erik Staggs just agree to help get Horace Jackson reinstated to SCW?

Adams: That’s what it sounds like. But, with his history here in SCW, I wonder how much help he will actually be to Horace?


The doors to the parking lot open up abruptly as “Bounce” by Iggy Azalea plays through an unknown source. The doors are held open as Angelica, Delia, Tessa, and Veronica walk side by side through them. Each girl is wearing a slinky dress of different colors, black high heels, and sunglasses. They have jewelry falling off of every side of their body. Delia slowly removes her shades as she runs her fingers down her side. She pouts out her red lips as she winks. The wind blows their hair around slowly as they seem to walk in slow motion down the hallway. People stop and turn their heads to watch the ladies as they don’t even notice their presence. That is, until Tessa spots an extra cute stagehand, and she presses her hand to her lips. She slowly blows him a kiss, letting her breath linger. Veronica runs her hands through her hair as lights begin flashing. They look as if they are walking down a runway in the backstage area, and you would believe it was a montage until you see Liz Smalls carrying a boombox behind them. Holly steps through the door, adjusting her own blue slinky dress and tripping up a little.

Holly: Damn girls, you couldn’t wait a minute for me? Selfish little hoes…

We turn around to see industrial fans and Sebastien Beaumont wielding a camera behind them. He snaps a few more photos before dropping the camera down to hang from his neck. Liz stops the boombox and sets it down on the ground as she folds her arms across her chest, looking insulted.

Liz: I’m like sooo tired of this. Why do I have to hold the heavy radio thingy when I should be the one leading the way?

Liz glances back at Sebastien and pouts her lips.

Liz: And why is HE here?

Delia looks over her shoulder casually, but doesn’t even bother to face Liz as she addresses her.

Delia: Z’at is funny… I don’t remember addressing her. I wonder why she would even bos’er to talk…

Tessa: She just couldn’t handle that I was blowing a kiss to Sebastien in front of her. She’s just soooo basic, isn’t she luv?

Tessa walks over to Sebastien and wraps her arms around him, holding herself close to him. Liz looks angry, but before she can say anything, Tessa looks to Sebastien and runs her hand over his hair.

Tessa: Luv, I told ye that yer hair looks sexy slicked back more… Liz? Would ye tell him that his hair looks sexy pushed back?

Liz: I’m gonna be sick. I can’t deal with this. Delia can I be excused?

Delia shoots her a look, clearly upset.

Liz: I mean Delia can I PLEASE be excused?

The 19 year old Covergirl clearly looks upset at whats going on in front of her, tears welling in her eyes. Delia rolls her eyes and waves her off as she is joined by Veronica, Angelica, Tessa, and Sebastien as they walk off slowly. Holly stares at them as they go, and then she, too, rolls her eyes. Delia looks back and shouts from the end of the hallway.

Delia: Darling, don’t forget to grab the bags from the trunk! Kiss kiss…

Delia and the others laugh at her comment as Holly shakes her head. Holly turns off the fans as she turns to Liz.

Holly: Girl, ignore them. They’re just…

Holly is cut off by Liz, who obviously is upset as Tears stream down her cheeks.

Liz: I just wanna go home...I can’t do this. Please Holly…

Holly kicks the boombox that Liz had set on the floor. This startles Liz a little, but then Holly wraps her arms around Liz and gives her a comforting embrace, patting the back of her head as she nestles against her fake breast plate.

Holly: Look, I know they can be hard to take. Sometimes I even ask myself why I hang out with them… But, they are testing you. You can’t let them win, girl. You can’t let any of them win.

Holly holds onto Liz’s shoulders as she looks down into her eyes. She wipes a tear from Liz’s face, and then turns away from Liz to make a face as Liz sniffles. She turns back to face Liz with a comforting expression on her face.

Holly: Girl, so sorry for the Lesbianic Moment there… But seriously. Delia is like friends with Marisol tonight. She’s trying to weaken you for her, and you are letting her.

Liz: I don’t know what her problem is. I’ve been training all week. I know last night I slipped up and partied but I’ve been doing my best. With her throwing my ex in my face, what do you expect? I’ve NEVER had to work a day in my life, and now I’m her servant? I can’t deal...I CAN’T DEAL.

Holly watches as Liz nearly explodes over this. She nods her head for a moment before sighing and letting go of Liz’s shoulders.

Holly: Then you are already defeated, queen… Sorry bout it, but if that’s how you really feel, you might as well walk out there, lay down for Marisol, and pack your bags and leave this business… Is that how you really feel, though?

Liz: Noooo. I’m ready for this. Forget Delia, tonight isn’t even about her. Tonight’s about me. I’m getting my first win.

Liz looks over at Holly who’s smiling in support and an arrogant smile crosses Liz’s glossed lips as she wipes the tears from her cheek.

Liz: I’m ready for this.

Holly smiles brightly at this and gives Liz a proper high five. She looks back at the door toward the bags. She sighs as she walks over and picks up a pink and a black bag. She hands the pink one over to Liz and slings the black over over her shoulder.

Holly: Let those basics get their own damn bags, girl… You got a match to dress for...

Liz: Please girrrrl. I have a match to win. And after I do, we’re celebrating like its Club Parlor last nite and I’m getting kicked out again.

Holly laughs and gives her a playfully light shove.

Holly: Werrrrrrrrrk mama! There’s that confidence I knew you had in you. Now let’s go tell them others to get their shit out of the car…

Holly and Liz high five as Holly encourages Liz. They walk off down the hallway toward the locker room.


The cameras cut to the rafters…where Equinox is sitting on the steel with the umbrella twirling about upon his shoulder and the SCW Roulette Championship on his lap.

Equinox: Sometimes Crazy in this Anarchy... Sidetracked maybe a spider never loses it’s way. But there does Joker when slammed through a table.

Equinox slows down the twirling of the umbrella before reversing the direction he is spinning it.

Equinox: Rising from the ashes is never easy and healing up is never hard. Your salvation has keep my heart beating oh so very hard.

Equinox stops in his tracks and glares silently into the view of the camera. He stays silent for a moment before raising his voice a little.

Equinox:Joker’s, tonight we do not have a match for which Anarchy can be created. Tonight we do not have match for which scars can be revealed… But tonight a pair of itsy bitsy spiders do and a little squashing we will do.

The crowds cheers can be heard as Equinox smiles on.

Equinox: Get ready for that awaits you little spiders because I only know you well. And as the chaos and anarchy runs in my veins, blood will seep through yours.

Equinox begins to twirl the umbrella once more as he looks down at the cheering fans below him and a creepy smile comes across his face.

Equinox: Now onto another subject….

Equinox glares back into the camera with a more serious note on his face.

Equinox: Garcia, you anted up the level of this game by putting me through a table last week. You look to solidify yourself into your second reign. Rage, you attacked me last week after our match and what over a bitter loss. Losing is something like an illustration. You try and fix but you can’t seem to get it right, seems like you doesn’t it!!!!!!

Equinox holds the umbrella still in his hand as he looks down to the SCW Roulette Championship in his lap as his feet dangle from the rafters.

Equinox: You Rage, so bitterly poor and so weak minded, have yet to prove why the hell you did what you did. A loss is a loss and an eye will be for an eye because, Rage? You are in for a world of misguided fortunes and confusion.

Equinox shakes his head from side to side as he thinks about it. He continues staring into the camera.

Equinox: You both are like rain that pours, always whining and complaining. But fear not. I have an umbrella and a barbed wire crowbar, they’ll do just fine, especially when I unravel your mind like you have mine.

Equinox stares past the camera as a sadistic smile comes over his face, and his eyes almost seem to glaze over.

Equinox: You Sir Rage, you lucky dog. You have been selected to feel my sin, my anarchy, my deepest remorse as I challenge you to a match next week. And so you have two choices, you cannot accept the match and be the coward that you are or you can accept it and I will teach you to smile!!!!

Equinox catches us by surprise as he practically squeals at the top of his lungs in a crazy sounding voice.

Equinox: Joker’s Rise Up!!!!

After Equinox is done talking, he lets out a bloody, loud and high pitched joker like laugh letting the umbrella twirl about. The Jokers in the crowd cheer on Equinox tonight and only time will tell if tonight will end in the Joker’s Way as the fans eagerly await the upcoming action.


'Live for the Night' plays as pink and purple spotlights show the entrance way. A giant magazine cover of Liz Smalls is the curtain for her entrance as she walks from behind it with the spotlights flashing on her. Paparazzi trail behind her taking pictures as she walks to the ring waving at the fans as they boo her.

Justin Decent: The following Roulette Rules Contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from San Francisco, California Liz Smalls!

Simone: Liz certainly made her SCW debut in unique fashion last week where she took on Delia Darling in a Strike a Pose Match which she lost.

Adams: She went to blame the loss in dehydration, the other Bombshells subsequently called bullshit on it!

Two of the paparazzi men hop onto the ring apron and each grab one of Liz's arms as they lift her onto the apron and then hold the ropes for her to enter, Liz doesn’t get much of a chance to relax as 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 Decent: And her opponent! From Fairborn, Ohio, Marisol Hawkes!

Simone: There is no love lost between these Bombshells Tonight!

Adams: Liz had better start praying for a normal rules match…..or a pillow fight……or a lingerie match…..or a bra and panties match…..

Simone: Stop revealing your fantasies Jason!

The fans give her a mixed reaction as she walks down the ramp. She gets in the ring and Liz quickly exits the ring trying to put as much distance between them as possible whilst Marisol stretches and paces the ring.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: All right ladies, time to reveal the match type!

The two Bombshells stare at the titentron as Ms. Rocky Mountains spins the wheel.

Simone: Last week the participants in the tag team match got a Tornado Table Elimination Match and they turned out a Match of the Year candidate.

Adams: Err, yeah, no offense to Marisol but I don’t think we’ll get that kind of match tonight!

Eventually the wheel stops and all color drains from Liz’s face whilst Marisol has a massive grin on hers.

Simone: Somebody call Liz’s mom, she won’t be coming home for a while!

Adams: I think they’d celebrate that actually.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: The match will be a Street Fight! Good luck to you both!

Simone: Liz will need it!

Liz immediately tries to flee the ringside area by way off the ramp but the ref assigned to the match, Jacob Summers, stops her in her tracks and tries to force her to enter the ring, Liz flat out refuses even going as far as to try to bribe Jacob into awarding her the match but it doesn’t work and whatever other plans she had go out the window when Marisol hits her with a suicide dive prompting Jacob to call for the bell.

Simone: And here we go!

Adams: I don’t think there was a wrestler in the building dreading the sound of that opening bell more than Liz!

Rather than continue with the attack Marisol starts searching under the ring for weapons and the like, she tosses a few into the ring before grabbing a steel chair and subsequently smashing it against Liz’s head as she tries to get back to her feet, she tries to get up again a couple of more times but Marisol just keeps knocking her back down again with the steel chair.

Simone: This isn’t a match, it’s a slaughter!

Adams: And you just know that the Metal and Punk Connection are watching this with bags of popcorn in their hands!

Liz tries to get up one last time but is met with the same result and this time the chair shot not only destroys the chair but busts Liz open! Marisol tosses the remains of the chair aside before rolling Liz back into the ring and reaching into her pockets.

Simone: Did she come prepared with her own weapons?

Adams: What weapon could you possibly hide in your pocket?

Almost as if Marisol hears Jason’s question she brings her hand out revealing a pair of handcuffs. She uses them to tease at Liz as if she could even see them and the crowd reacts with a loud pop.

Simone: Does that answer your question?

Adams: Yes and I have another one, how is Liz back on her feet? And is she attempting a suicide dive?

Simone: If she is it’s one of the slowest I’ve ever seen!

Marisol sees Liz coming but Liz’s slowness is enough to give Marisol enough time to wrap the chain of the handcuffs around her fist and when Liz dives through the ropes Marisol punches her in the face with the chain wrapped fist.

Simone: If she’s not knocked out I’ll be surprised!

Adams: Agreed!

Liz slumps against the middle rope after the shot and Marisol shoves her back in without a second thought before following her in, rather than go for a cover however Marisol drags Liz to the nearest bottom rope and handcuffs her to it, by the time Liz comes to Marisol is taunting her with the key and before Liz can beg her off Marisol starts hitting her with literally every weapon in the ring.

Simone: Marisol has been saying on twitter that she wants to end Liz’s career tonight and based on this I believe her!

Adams: At this rate I’m expecting her to attack her with the kitchen sink!

Once Marisol is finally done she uncuffs Liz from the ring rope, drags her lifeless body to the middle of the ring and goes for a cover 1…2….and Marisol pulls her up.

Simone: What could Marisol possibly have in store for Liz?

Adams: And how long before Jacob decides to stop the match?

Marisol exits the ring and grabs a table from under the ring, she tosses it and another into the ring before following them in, setting one up in the corner whilst setting the other up normally, she then picks up Liz and powerbombs her through the table that has been set up normally.

Simone: Good grief, this is like an elephant stepping on an ant!

Adams: If you’re going to compare Marisol to an elephant at least warn me first so I can run away!

Marisol goes for a cover 1….2….and pulls up Liz again.

Simone: I think Marisol could’ve ended the match right there!

Adams: Or five minutes ago!

Marisol picks her up before hitting her with one of her new signature moves, the Divine Thinking, but rather than go for a cover she picks up Liz and goes to hit a Running Powerbomb that will put Liz through the corner table when…..

Simone: How did Liz just slip out of that?!

Adams: Looks like she’s got a second life!

Marisol spins around and Liz goes for what looks like a Spear but is more of a running shove that somehow puts Marisol through the table.

Simone: Well, that was unique.

Adams: I’d say Liz is going for a cover but I think she’s finally passed out from the blood loss.

Jacob counts the pin anyway 1….2….3!!!

Simone: That may be the biggest upset in SCW history!

Adams: Bigger than Hawkes winning the Roulette Title?

Simone: Okay maybe not that big!

Justin Decent: Here’s your winner, Liz Smalls!

Simone: Win or lose, I think Marisol did what she set out to do!

Marisol has recovered whilst the paramedics check on Liz and she smirks despite clearly being hurt from going through the table and heads up the ramp.


Backstage at Tucson High, the head SCW reporter, miss Pussy Willow, is standing beside the controversial but fun loving 'Twink of Twerk' aka Jamie Dean. Jamie is clad is the outfit he will be officiating in later this evening.

PW: Fans, it was just a week ago today that we witnessed an upset when this man I am standing with, Jamie Dean, a rookie in the sport of professional wrestling, scored a pinfall victory over not only a former ACW Champion, but NeWA World Champion in the Mental Rapist, Sean Jackson. But it was what happened after that win, that is on everyone's minds.

The video feed shows Sean's post-match attack on Jamie, and his holding him while Vanessa lent him a hand - literally! At least until the intervention of Jamie's 'party girl', Amy Marshall, made the save with the use of a steel chair.

The video feed ends.

PW: Now Jamie, you asked for this time because I understand you have something you want to say directly to Sean Jackson.

Jamie: Oh baby, you got that right! You see, the Mental Rapist is living in a world of delusion! Everybody out there saw the Sausage King, me, myself and I, totally and COMPLETELY cock block Sean from walking away a winner, although if you get my meaning, he should be used to that feeling by now. I mean, Simon Jones? Me? And Drake Green soon enough! But he still talks big and acts bad, thinking it'll help him in the long run, but the poor fool is only talking fast to try and fool that hag of his into thinking he's more special than he actually is. If you ask me, it should be me facing Drake Green to see who should be facing Gene Banton Junior for the SCW Championship! I mean, I did just beat the guy, after all, and he's still being given the benefit of the doubt and being put in a contender's match for Into the Void III? Can you believe that?

PW: well...

Jamie: I know, right! So first things first, I am publically thanking my girl, my drinking buddy and the chick who shows no fear, Amy Marshall, for stepping in last time around and getting Sean and that skank off of me. Seriously! Jamie Dean is disease free and I'd like to stay that way! Now we all know that Drake Green is going to walk away the winner of his match with Sean, so by my eyes, that means poor Mister Jackson won't have anything to keep him busy in Las Vegas, baby! Well Jamie Dean loves getting busy, so Sean Jackson, sweet pecs do I have a proposition for you! I know my girl Amy is going to be walking into Vegas to fight for the Bombshell Tag gold, it's only natural! But right here and now, I am challenging you to find a chick, any chick, who'll stand by your side in the ring at Into the Void III! I'll do the same and we'll have ourselves a little party, just the four of us! I'd prefer Amy to be by my side, if she's willing, but considering she'll have gold to shoot for, well we'll just have to wait and see. First we have to see if Sean's balls will drop long enough for him to accept the bait. Whaddya say there Mental Rapist!?

Jamie puckers his lips and walks off the scene.

PW: fans, there you have it! Jamie Dean has challenged the Mental Rapist Sean Jackson to a Mixed Tag Team match at Into the Void III in Las Vegas! Will Sean accept?


”Bounce” by Emphatic blares out over the speakers as Vixen steps up to the entrance and smiles to the crowd. She is dressed in a pair of camouflage hotpants and a black tank top with a pair of army boots completing the look with only the white square bandage that is half hidden by her bangs marring her look. Chants of her name begin as she salutes the crowd then moves down the aisle slapping hands and jumping into the ring. Getting to her feet, she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her hands. As her music stops, she is handed the microphone and turns to address the crowd.

Vixen: Here I stand, once again your Bombshell champion and I have a couple of things that I want to say.

The crowd’s chants makes Vixen stop for a moment, motioning for them to stop with a smile.

Simone: Vixen is a very popular bombshell here in SCW even though lately she has been very different from the Vixen we use to know.

Adams: I totally agree. I think she has gone up a cup size too.

Vixen:First of all, I want to say that Electra last week gave me a hell of a fight and she earned my respect. Thanks Electra and don’t worry, you will get your rematch I am sure. That brings me to Roxi and Brandy as well. All three of you deserve the title as much as I do so I look forward to being a fighting champion and letting you all have your shots.

The crowd shouts at that, the names blending together.

Vixen: But before that happens, there is a little problem with letting you fight for the title…

Simone: That’s right. Vixen’s belt was stolen last week by Odette Stevens.

Adams: I saw it, Gabriel must have taught her a magic trick to have swiped it.

Simone: She used it to make Vixen bleed then walked right out the ring with it..

Adams: You know magic…You can’t always believe what you see.

Vixen: The problem is that I don’t have the belt right now.

Vixen stops, anger crossing her face before she takes a long slow breath

Vixen: Last week, Odette showed her true colours when she came down to the ring and attacked me. Those two colours were a bright yellow and a very neon pea green. To be honest though, I should have seen it coming. I mean look at everything she has done in her time here at Sin City Wrestling. She was invited to join NXT and what did she do? Latched on to Spike and tried her best to exclude me but when push came to shove, what happened? She dropped Spike to sink her claws into Gabriel and the Sins, bravo to her.

Warming to the topic, Vixen begins to pace in the ring.

Vixen: Then she teamed with Jordan Williams to win the first Blast from the Past tournament and made it appear that she was dropping Gabriel only to pull the ha ha I fooled you act, letting her partner down to run right back to Gabriel. Predictable. Then won gold with Misty and went Poof, disappearing and letting her partner down, AGAIN. Blast from the past two and who appears just like magic?

Fans start shouting Odette’s name.

Vixen: That’s right and what happened again? She made us think that she was a victim of Gabriel only to fool us twice when she once again predictably joined forces…or rather revealed that she and he were still together and that they fooled us again. Not really but I digress. And now, she comes out here, attacks me and takes MY belt. And really, what did that all prove?

Vixen shares a questioning glance with the fans.

Vixen: All it proved was that ever since Odette came to Sin City Wrestling, she has been jealous of…ME. I mean really, you look at the past, the one thing she and her loving hubby can’t get over is that I have done things she hasn’t and it is eating her up inside. I have won every bombshell title in this federation and it irks her. I am the only bombshell to wear two titles at the same time…oh how that must grate on her nerves. I am the first lady of NXT and she is relegated to being the arm candy of Gabriel.

Vixen smirks as the fans chant her name. Suddenly the friendly smirk is replaced by a look of intensity that matches Vixen’s recent attitude.

Vixen:And now, she has decided that she is going to act on her jealousy and attack me. Making me bleed? I hate to burst your bubble there Odette but I want to remind you about what happens when you make me bleed…

Vixen points to the screen where the image of Parand Ara laying prone in a lifeboat can be seen, Vixen standing over her.

Vixen:The last woman to make me bleed suffered when I got my revenge. But this time, this time it is personal isn’t it Odette? This time it is because I am better than you that you want to make a name for yourself and take what is mine once more. Bravo Odette, you managed to take my belt. The first shot of this war was long ago when you tried to edge me out of NXT and the latest skirmish was last week when you took my belt after using it to make me bleed. Now it is my turn. I know you are here tonight and I am coming to find you Odette and take back my belt. Consider this your only warning.

Dropping the microphone, Vixen slides out of the ring and heads backstage on a mission.


Scanning backstage the cameras pick up on three people standing together in group. As the cameras get closer they find Emma Rose, Ben Jordan and Simon Jones all deep in conversation.

Emma and Ben: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Out from behind Ben’s back he hands over a present towards Simon, who takes it with a smile on his face.

Simon: You didn’t have to get me anything, you know that right?

Emma: We know, we know but it’s your birthday... now hurry up and open it.

Simon does what his told as he quickly unwraps the small gift in his hand. Inside the silver wrapping paper there is a box and inside that box is a beautiful Breitling watch. Looking down at it his eyes widen as he looks back up at Ben and Emma. Ben who is standing there all cool as a cucumber while Emma looks as if she is going to jump out of her skin.

Emma: Sooo do you like it? If you don’t we can exchange it...

Simon shakes his head from side to side.

Simon: It’s perfect... it’s way too much you guys I can’t accept it.

Ben: Nonsense...

Emma: Yeah nonsense... man I’m going to miss you around here you know... were like the awesome threesome... wait... don’t even.

As Emma can see where she went wrong in that line Ben can’t help but smile at her as he tucks her in underneath his right arm while Simon tries to hold back a laugh.

Simon: I get what you mean, but hey... you said you would come visit...

Emma: I know... I know... plus I owe you a babysitting night so you can take your smoking wife out on a date...

The look on Ben’s face says it all he isn’t too keen on the babysitting job but if it helps Simon, he is willing to do it.

Simon: Maybe you and Ben should have a kid then Matilda could have a play date?

Simon looks at Ben who has gone pale while Emma looks up at him and rolls his eyes.

Ben: OI you... Stop giving her ideas...

As the three continue to talk the scene then quickly fades to some breaking news.


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

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

Andrew appears at the top of the ramp with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

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

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

Andrew: So, everyone is making a big deal about the Make A Wish Foundation, and I know that it is important and all. I happen to see a big fan of SCW, and a Make A Wish Foundation fan in the front row here.

Andrew then climbs out of the ring, over to the barricade and points out Colin, who is an 11 year old boy from Michigan, and has a disability similar to Asperger‘s, with his mother, who created a Facebook page for his son‘s birthday as a surprise, but when asked if he wanted a party for his birthday, he said there wasn't a point because he has no friends. He eats lunch alone in the office everyday because no one will let him sit with them, and rather than force someone to be unhappy with his presence, he sits alone in the office.

Andrew: So, Colin, how has your life changed since your mom told you about the face book page?

Colin: Well, I love the fact that over 2 million people have liked it, proving that people do care. Where I have been bullied in school, it just makes me feel better about myself.

Andrew: Have you gotten any special treatment from people who recognize you since the page was created?

Colin: Well, I was just in a music video with a band in LA called the Galvanized Souls called Carry On. From talking with them, they felt I was the best person for the video, because of being bullied and how I have grown as a person due to it.

Andrew: Well, Colin, I hope you enjoy the rest of the show.

Andrew then helps Colin back to his mom. He then shows the video that Colin mentioned.

Andrew: As you can see, we should take their advice, and stop bullying, no matter the form.

Andrew then cackles, and his mood changes when he thinks of last weeks Climax Control, where he was the last man standing in the tag team match.

Andrew: Now I want to take a moment to discuss my match last week. It was me and TJ Codair facing Rage and SCW Roulette Champion Equinox. Rage, you and I accomplished exactly what we wanted with that match. We both were able to focus on the 1 man we wanted to, and were able to keep out of each other‘s hair. It is a shame that a former Heavyweight champ was the first man eliminated, but at the end of the day, I proved that I am better than you, even though I didn’t eliminate you, but because I was the soul survivor of our match. I hope you get your revenge on TJ for what he did to you post match. I hope you eliminate him, not just for you, but for me as well, seeing he attacked me when he debuted about a month ago. If you don‘t, I will be forced to kick both your ass as well as his.

Andrew then spots Lukas who happens to be a huge Equinox fan. Andrew rolls out of the ring, and walks over to where he is sitting and laughs at him for supporting the current Roulette Champion, Equinox. Andrew then gets back into the ring, disgusted by all the Equinox fans in the arena, who boo Andrew.

Andrew: Now, Equinox, you are the Roulette Champion, but you are spreading yourself thin, working in a few different federations. How about I do you a favor and destroy you to the point that you can not hold that Roulette Title, and wash SCW of a man who clearly is in need of repackaging. You call your fans Jokers, which is a joke, because they do not look like jokers to me. They look like normal human beings and only look crazy because they idolize a loser like you. I did eliminate you in that tag team match, which makes me better than you too. When I face you for the Roulette Championship, I will beat you once again, and become a two time Roulette Champion. You are a pathetic excuse for a champion and I will expose you for what you are, a loser. There is nothing you can do to prevent me from hurting you. Honestly, I don‘t care if you like me. You can hate me all you want, that won‘t change the fact I will take what is rightfully mine.

The PA System percales Equinox’s laugh over the speakers as “Demi Gods” as Equinox stumbles out holding a mic in his right hand and his trusty friend “Mr. Umbrella” in the other. The SCW Roulette Division Championship looped around his trusty friend.

Equinox: Andrew, You and Hot Stuff International are the cause of my transformation. You have made me dangerous and later tonight you will see why. You, Andrew and this group are the cause for which I have become so insane driven with madness only caring for the Joker’s of Armageddon and Revenge!!!! The Joker’s or Armageddon seem delighted by that as they cheer on. I am dangerous and I am insane two words that are parallel but one and the same. “Do you remember so long ago when they would chant “Hardy, Hardy, Hardy”. “Oh, Oh, How they loved him so well he is no more thanks to you because now they chant ‘Equinox, Equinox, Equinox!!!’ Andrew I am glad you think of me and my shiny new friend so often as you look to take her from me I look to take something from you.

He looks on before smiling so evil it as thought Equinox is trapped in trance.

Equinox: To keep this title from you is what they desire and so they shall get it by any means as I kick your sorry ass from whence you came come Into the Void III. I am glad you have back up and so do We, as We will take you out come Into the Void III and be that much closer to wringing Sean Jackson’s pretty little neck.

Hearing the cheers and pleas of the Joker’s, Equinox begins to speak again.

Equinox: My ally in this war not only knows you Andrew but he looks to make his presences known come Into the Void III.

With the Equinox ran down the ramp dropping his mic and shiny friend and Mr. Umbrella and got into the ring with a simple slide meeting Andrew on with fists raining from both sides.

Belinda: Here they go folks.

Andrew gets the best of Equinox with a boot to the nuts feeling the pain. He helps Equinox up and sends him into the ropes but Equinox is ready as he sends Andrew down with flying forearm shot. Equinox hops up and begins to dance around before throwing his arms up making the “Three Finger Gesture” and flip it down. Helping Andrew to his feet, he kicks the man in his nuts this time and sets him up for the first half of Death Row (Twist of Fate Stunner Version) before Andrew bounces off the ropes, Equinox grabs both of Andrews arms crosses them around his neck and delivers a boot to the gut twisting Andrew around 180 degrees for the last half of the Death Row StraightJacket Neckbreaker! Demi Gods hits off as Equinox gets out of the ring hoisting Lukas on his shoulder and going to go pick up the umbrella and belt before heading to the back.


Justin Decent: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for Contendership to the SCW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing at 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 227 pounds… representing Hot Stuff International, he is “SCW’s Nightmare”… JOSHHHHHHHUUUUAAA AAAAAAACQUIIIIIIIIIIN!!!

”Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up the SCW Tag Team Championship.

Justin Decent: And his partner… from the Far Reaches of Sanity, standing at 5 feet 7 inches, and weighing in at 165 pounds, also representing Hot Stuff International, he is… LLLLLUUUUCIAN FRRRRRRROSSSST!!!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

“Warrior’s Code” by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.

Justin Decent: And their opponents… Introducing first, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, standing at 5 feet 10 inches, and weighing in at 185 pounds, he represents the New X-Tremes… CONNNNNNNORRRRRR MURRRRRRPHYYYYYYYY!!!

Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, he motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.

Justin Decent: And his partner, from Parts Unknown! Standing at 6 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds, also representing the New X-Tremes, he is.. JOOOOOOOONNNN DOOOOOOOOUGHHHHHH!!!

Jon waits for the lyrics to start and holding a mic in his right hand he walks from behind the curtain singing the lyrics to the song while he high fives as many fans as he can till he hit’s the ring. He then slides from under the button ropes. Gets on his feet and gets on top of one of the turnbuckles and hold the mic up in the air while the crowd sings the chorus

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: These two teams have a lot of history, and trust me when I say it isn’t good!

Adams: Both teams were involved in the four team Six Corners Tag Team Championship Match at Chaos In Cape Town, but it goes so much further than that…

Connor Murphy and Lucian Frost start things off in this match as their respective partners step outside of the ring. The fans start an NXT chant as Connor adjusts his NXT logo armband, drawing attention to it. He carefully watches Frost, who immediately begins stalking the Irishman. The two circle each other carefully before Connor dives in, tying up with Frost. The slightly larger Connor works Frost back against the ropes. Frost nails a Headbutt that breaks Connor’s hold on him. He then tosses Connor into the ropes with an Irish Whip. As Connor rebounds, Frost catches him with a Spinning Heel Kick. The crowd doesn’t seem happy with this as Connor goes down to the ground.

Simone: I think Connor is going to be spitting out teeth for a week after that one!

Adams: Nah, he’s a tough one. Plus, with his love for Jameson, he probably didn’t even feel it.

Connor rubs at his face as he slowly gets up from the mat. He is immediately met by a hard knock to the face as Frost plants his foot to Connor’s cheek. Connor grunts from the force of the blow. Frost picks Connor up from the mat and sends him flying into the corner. Frost takes a few steps back and then charges forward with a Springboard Back Elbow, before running back and coming forward with a Spear. Connor falls down in the corner in a sitting position as Frost walks over toward Jon Dough, taunting him with a chuckle as he points to Jon’s partner. Jon’s expression is concealed by his mask, but he doesn’t look happy as he puts one foot inside of the ring. Jasmine immediately gets in his way as Acquin walks over to Connor, dropping down to choke him against the corner.

Simone: And of course we couldn’t see a match with Acquin and Frost without some sort of cheap tactics coming into play.

Adams: Cheap tactics is sort of like a trademark for “Hot Stuff International”. Please don’t dock my pay for saying that. It’s effective!

The fans shout for Jasmine to turn around, but he is distracted by Jon Dough trying to get over to help Connor. Frost is stomping away at Connor, quickly wearing him down, with Acquin still on the outside, choking away at him. Jon finally gives up and points Jasmine‘s attention toward the corner. As she turns around, she spots what is going on. She immediately marches over to them, but Acquin holds his hands up in surrender. He slowly walks back to his corner and climbs up onto the apron, grabbing the tag rope and showing it off to Jasmine. Frost continues his assault on Connor in the corner. He finally lifts Connor off of the ground by the hair and points to him as he looks over at Jon. He nods his head as he prepares to send Connor against the ropes. However, Connor punches him on the gut with a hard right. He then comes from the left with another jab, and then floors Frost with an uppercut!

Fans: NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!

Simone: That one came out of nowhere! But that is what Frost gets for taunting Jon Dough.

Adams: You never want to turn your back on Connor Murphy. That guy is just full of surprises!

Connor leaps into the air, crashing down with a powerful Elbow Drop to Frost’s chest. He grabs onto the back of Frost’s head and sends him into the ropes. As he looks for a Clothesline, Frost ducks underneath it and rebounds off of the opposite ropes, flying off with a Lionsault to the standing Connor. Both men tumble to the mat as Frost hooks Connor’s leg.

1!

2!

Simone: Dough makes it in for the save, but Acquin is right there too.

Adams: And there they go, no love lost between these guys…

Both Acquin and Dough are brawling as Jasmine gets between them to break it up. He sends them both over to their respective corners as Connor wiggles out from under Frost. Frost is more distracted by Jon Dough who has his back turned toward him. He walks up behind him, ready to strike when Connor comes up behind him with a Falling Back Breaker. Frost crumbles to the mat as Connor is feeling worn. He starts over toward Jon who has just made it outside of the ring. He is looking for the tag, but Frost grabs onto his ankle, stopping him. Connor tries to break away, but it is of no use. He inches his way over to Jon, reaching his hand out as far as he can. Jon reaches out toward him as well, and eventually they are able to make the tag!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: The crowd is on their feet. They have been waiting for these two to get their hands on each other for a while now!

Adams: After Frost turned his back on Jon Dough, keeping the title, but making Joshua Acquin his partner, it is no surprise. I would be a bit raw about that too!

Jon Dough’s posture suggests that he is looking forward to getting revenge on Frost as he rubs his hands together, savoring it. He steps inside of the ring, but Frost darts across the ring, tagging Joshua in the process. The crowd finds it almost laughable, despite a small amount of booing that ring through the seats. Joshua looks a bit confused as he steps inside of the ring. Frost smirks and laughs, assuring Acquin that he knows what he’s doing. Acquin walks past Frost, and finds his way to a clothesline from Jon Dough! The crowd goes crazy for this, and Jon doesn’t stop there. He lifts Acquin off of the mat and then sends him up and over with a Snap Suplex. He stands up and looks directly at Frost, daring him to get inside of the ring. Frost points him over to Acquin as the audience starts another chant.

Crowd: He’s too scared! He’s too scared! He’s too scared!

Simone: One has to wonder how true that might be. He has been avoiding Jon Dough since turning on him to team with Joshua Acquin.

Adams: Of course he is, or he wouldn’t have ran across the ring like his life depended on it, Lindy…

Jon Dough leans down to pick Acquin off of the mat. He flings his opponent into the ropes catches him with a Bicycle Kick as he rebounds. Dough looks over to Frost, still daring him to come inside, as he drops down to cover Acquin. He hooks the leg, keeping eye contact with Frost. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Th…KICKOUT!

Simone: That one was pretty close, but Jon is doing everything that he can to goad Frost inside of the ring.

Adams: Frost knew better, but do you think that he would actually let Jon Dough get the win here tonight instead of helping his partner out of a pin?

Dough looks back to Acquin for a moment. He lifts him off of the mat and then sends him flying into the ropes. He looks for a Shuffle Sidekick, but Acquin ducks down low, catching Dough’s knee in the process. He takes Dough down to the mat with it and smirks as he stands up. He hits a Jumping Knee Drop to Jon Dough’s chest. He quickly covers Dough and hooks the leg as Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Thr...KICKOUT!

Joshua looks over at Jasmine and slaps his hand against his other hand three times as he mouths off to her.

Simone: He’s lucky he covered him that quickly, or he might not have even gotten that close.

Adams: Joshua Acquin knows how to capitalize on his opponent’s weaknesses. You have to give him that at least.

Acquin lifts Dough off of the mat and wraps his arm around Dough’s neck. He brings him back down to the mat with a Flowing DDT. He goes to hook the leg for a pin, but Connor comes inside of the ring and stops it immediately. He goes for a boot to the back of Acquin’s head, but Jasmine heads him off before he can make much of an impact. Acquin slowly gets up, and Frost joins him inside of the ring. They begin stomping away at Dough as Connor tries to fight past Jasmine to help his partner.

Simone: Fight all you like, but Jasmine is one tough referee. That’s why she is the Senior Referee. She doesn’t take any crap from anybody.

Adams: The sooner Connor stops fighting it, the sooner Jasmine will turn around and see what is going on inside of the ring.

Frost and Acquin pick Dough off of the ground. They toss him into the ropes, and as he comes back, Frost leaps up and over him. Acquin hits a kick to Dough’s chin just as Frost brings him over into a Small Package pin! Acquin steps outside of the ring and shouts for Jasmine to get her attention. She turns around, ready to make the count when Connor immediately breaks it up with an Ax Handle Smash.

Simone: But, Frost isn’t even the legal man here! He was never even tagged in!

Adams: As far as Jasmine knows, he tagged in while her back was turned. Besides, the fans finally get to see Jon Dough square off with Lucian Frost after all these months!

Simone: Yeah, but I doubt they had this in mind when they called for this pairing.

As Jasmine orders Connor back to his corner, Frost picks Dough off of the mat. He sends him into the corner, right in front of Acquin. Frost takes a few steps back as Acquin wraps the tag rope around Dough’s throat. He chokes him out for a moment before Frost charges forward with a Running Back Elbow. He connects just as Acquin leans back. Frost climbs onto the top turnbuckle as Jon stumbles forward. As Dough turns around Frost leaps off with a Crossbody, but Dough catches him in mid air! The crowd cheers loudly as Dough lifts him up for a Military Press Slam! As Frost comes crashing to the mat, Acquin surprises Dough by charging into the ring with a high knee to the face, sending him down to the mat, and immediately changing the tune of the crowd.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Simone: Both men are down, and Jon Dough has landed on top of Frost.

Adams: I think he is disoriented, because he just rolled off. Both men are climbing toward their corners for the tag…

Dough rolls over onto his stomach and begins inching his way over toward his corner. Frost does the same. Each man seems to be taking their time as they struggle along. Jon Dough reaches his corner and tags Connor in immediately. Frost goes to tag Acquin in, but Connor grabs onto his ankle, stopping him. Frost bounces up onto one foot and catches Connor with an Enziguri out of nowhere, using what he has left in him. Acquin climbs inside of the ring anyway and hits the Second Nightmare on Connor. Jasmine ushers him to the outside of the ring, as Frost leaps off of the top rope from across the ring, nailing the Ice Falls! The crowd boos as he drops down for the pin.

1!

2!

3!

Simone: That was out of nowhere!

Justin Decent: Here are your winners and number one contenders to the SCW Tag Team Championships… LUUUCCCIAN FRRRROSSSST AND JOSHUUUUUUUA ACQUIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!

Adams: Jon Dough doesn’t look happy about that one. He isn’t even sticking around to help Connor up to his feet.

”Salt In the Wounds” plays as Jon drops down to the outside of the ring. Frost and Acquin toss Connor to the outside in an arrogant display. They walk to the center of the ring together and demand that Jasmine raise their arms. She obliges as they celebrate. The music cuts out, surprising Frost and Acquin for a moment. Soon after, the Lights go black as “Demi Gods” hits over the PA system! When the lights go on Equinox is found in the center of the ring with his umbrella encased in slithers and slithers of BARBED WIRE! Lucian and Josh try to run for it Equinox takes a swing at Lucian Frost hitting him in his back as Josh escapes to the outside of the ring. Equinox puts the umbrella down and goes out of the ring looking under pulling out a ladder throwing it into the ring.

Equinox then places ladder in the middle of the ring as he waits for Lucian to get up and when he does, Equinox kicks him in the gut and sets up for the Death Row on the Chair. Before looking at the ladder and pointing to it as the Joker’s of Armageddon cheer. Equinox sets up and quickly ascended the ladder. He sits there looking at the fans running his hands over his face laughing as he looked down at his foe.

Simone: What is this all about? Could Equinox be sending a message to Hot Stuff International or someone else?

Adams: Don’t do this Equinox!!!!

But it is too late as Equinox slowly gets up standing on the ladder jumping off feet first for a double foot stomp to Frost! He gets up, looking out to Acquin who is about ready to get back in the ring. He dares him to, picking up the umbrella. Asking for a mic, he begins to speak.

Equinox: Lucian you are but the second to feel my pain, my anarchy, my remorse for it has none. None for the Hot Stuff International and none for cowards like Rage. In my black heart there only lies Equinox, no more Hardy Party, no more mistakes only Equinox. “Joker’s Rise Up and Take this Dark Kingdom!!!!

Lucian is writhing in pain as Equinox slowly got up to grab his trusty umbrella and get out of the ring. Acquin rolls inside of the ring to check on Frost, who mutters in Equinox’s direction. Acquin leans up against the ropes, shouting back at Equinox. Equinox heads to the back but not before embracing the Joker’s of Armageddon.


Backstage, Vixen can be seen searching for someone when she is stopped by a hand on her shoulder that makes her spin around with a wild haymaker that Connor Murphy and Devlin Lefebvre barely avoid.

Connor Murphy: I get the warpath thing lass but attacking your family…that just isn’t cricket!

Vixen takes a sharp breath as she glares at Connor. The smirk that is starting to cross Connor’s face is erased quickly as Vixen gets up close and personal.

Vixen: I’m looking for Odette to get a couple of things from her. You haven’t seen her have you?

Connor quickly shakes his head in the negative as Vixen glares at him. Turning quickly and glancing down the hall towards the locker rooms and her possible quarry, Vixen is distracted by her brother.

Devlin Lefebvre: Vix, good luck on finding her. But don’t you think you should have some backup? She might have Gabriel with her or something...At least go find Spike okay?

Vixen nods slowly and then with a pat on the chest of her brother, she winks and heads towards the locker room area.

Connor Murphy: Think she’ll go get Spike?

Devlin Lefebvre: Nope, maybe we should get him for her.

The pair head after Vixen as they call out for her to wait.


A siren goes off as red lights spin around quickly in the arena. “Amazing’ by Hi Fashion begins playing over the speakers as the camera pans across the audience. The fans rain down boos as we find our way to the ringside area. In the front row, we spot the Mean Girls, along with Liz Smalls, standing behind the barricade. This time, it is Angelica who has the microphone in her hands. She has a bright smile on her face as she kindly waves to the cameras. The fans toss a piece of trash at her, but it misses and doesn’t even phase her. She looks back to Veronica and whispers something away from the microphone, nodding her head as the music fades out.

Angelica: Hello SCW Universe! Welcome to the second edition of...

Mean Girls Unison: FAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHION POOOOLLLLLLLICE!!!

Angelica: I would introduce myself, but if you don’t know who I am, then you need to go back under that ugly rock you’ve been living under, am I right?

Angelica chuckles sweetly as she nods her head, allowing the other Mean Girls to feed into her ego a little. Meanwhile, the fans rain down boos on her. She ignores them as she continues to nod her head quickly. She sighs an exasperated sigh before returning her attention back to the camera.

Angelica: So, you guys don’t need any introduction to the Mean Girls, because we are like, sooo fabulous…

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Angelica: What? We can’t help it if the ratchet basics are jealous that we are so pretty and popular…? Liz! These guys smell…

Angelica snaps her fingers as Liz begrudgingly walks up near Angelica. She grunts as she holds up a can of Fabreeze air freshener. She begins spraying it as Angelica wafts it around her, toward the fans. After a moment of this, she smiles and holds a thumb up toward Liz, dismissing her.

Angelica: So, like, you remember how this works, right? Three very fortunate souls get the chance to have Mean Girls help them look less ratchet. Oh my gawd, we are so nice…

With that, Angelica hands the microphone over to Veronica Taylor, who seems to already have someone in mind. However, she adds on to what Angelica has just said.

Veronica: SO… nice! We deserve like a Nobel Peace Prize for doing this, because we don’t even need to be around ratchet basics. We’re far too good for that.

Veronica shrugs her shoulders as they continue to boo Mean Girls. She blinks for a moment, waiting for them to stop. When they keep going, she scoffs and brings the microphone back to her lips.

Veronica: Yeah, so anyway, back to more important things, like my act of kindness for the night. Over here, we have a truly ratchet beast of a woman who thinks that hot pink and lime green go together… Like that was ever a good idea?

Veronica shudders as she walks over toward the woman. She is wearing a hot pink Underarmour top and a pair of lime green biking shorts. Veronica extends her hand, helping the mid-forties woman to her feet. Veronica looks her up and down and then looks to the camera, signalling a gagging motion. She looks over to Delia who is wearing the police outfit that she had worn just a few weeks ago. She holds the microphone out as Delia pulls out a ticket book and pen, in a more butch manner.

Delia: You are guilty of two counts of wearing neon colors. One count of wearing gym clos’ing out in public. And one count of fashion assassination!

Delia scribbles on the ticket book and then rips the ticket out, slamming it into the woman’s chest. She lowers her large sunglasses, staring at the woman before shuddering herself. Veronica hands the microphone over to Holly who graciously accepts it.

Holly: Damn girls, that was harsh. Let’s see if Mz. Wood can lighten the mood with….

Holly shudders as she spots someone a few seats away. She holds onto her fake bosom as if she is about to faint before shaking her head. She walks over toward an older man who is dressed in dirty denim and leather.

Holly: Ohhh, baby… When they said “Leather Daddy” they wasn’t playing around. Okay, no… just no. Come here, come to Holly, baby…

Holly holds her hand out as she excuses herself, walking past the fans. She looks as if she is saddened by the state of this man’s clothing. She reaches out and grabs onto his hand as he simply stares at her, unsure of what to do. Holly helps him up to his feet as the camera focuses in on him and Delia. Holly gives him a gentle hug, groaning in displeasure.

Holly: Girl, take it easy on him cause he don’t know any better, kay?

Delia holds onto her holster as she walks over toward him. She looks him up and down before flipping the book open and quickly jotting things down. Holly holds the microphone out toward Delia as she speaks loudly into it.

Delia: S’ree counts of being old and wearing lea’ser! TWO COUNTS of terrible hair, wi’s z’e mullet and z’e handlebar mustache. And one count of wearing dirt from head to toe. Now you have been read to fil’s, darling…

Delia pulls the tickets out of her book and kindly hands them to the man before dismissing him with a wave. The fans boo as the man holds his arms up in the air as if to question her logic. Holly pats his shoulder as she hands the microphone over to Tessa Flannigan. Tessa already has her target in sight as she begins walking backward.

Tessa: Girls? Girls! I think me found someone who could really use our help, like… bad...

Tessa walks up to a girl whose hair is matted down from sweat from getting into the show. She is wearing a Vixen T-Shirt and isn’t afraid to show her support. She is also wearing a denim mini skirt with a pyramid studded belt, and an NXT arm band. She bounces up and down as the audience cheers her on. Tessa gets closer to her so she can begin speaking, but then she holds her nose.

Tessa: Bloody ‘ell, this one smells… Liz, spray her please?

Tessa sneers as she pulls her hand away from her face. Liz glares at her as she holds the air freshener bottle up and sprays it right in front of Tessa’s face. Tessa objects to this and balls her hand into a fist, but Holly stops her from hitting. Tessa calms down and then returns her focus to the woman in question.

Tessa: Don’t ye realize that Vixen, just like the rest of the New X-Tremes is busted? But, I guess the busted, basic, and ratchet stick together, luv… Delia, read this bitch her rights…

Delia clears her throat as she adjusts her shorts. She leans into the microphone and does her best butch impression.

Delia: One count of sweating in public. One count of looking like a prostitute. One counts wearing a skirt wi’s granny panties. TWO counts of supporting busted basics! You know what? Z’e list is too long. I’m going to have to take her… down town!

The sirens blare over the speakers once again as Delia unhooks the handcuffs from one of her belt loops. She beckons the woman forward, and she simply laughs. Delia “forcibly” cuffs her and begins to lead her off as Angelica takes the microphone back.

Angelica: The war on ugly continues, ratchet ones… And we won’t stop until each and every basic is educated in beauty…

Angelica waves her hand in front of her face before pointing to Liz to spray again. She holds onto her nose as she sets the microphone down on the barricade. Once the sirens stop, “Amazing” begins playing once again and the Mean Girls, along with Liz Smalls, walks along the front row toward the backstage area.

Simone: These girls… I, I just can’t… I just want somebody to come along and wipe them off of the face of the planet…

Adams: Poor Liz. Did you see them make her spray down the smelly fans? Liz does not do manual labor… Hashtag Liz Facts!


The cameras open up backstage to find Emma Rose stretching for her match up later tonight. The fans in attendance let out an almighty cheer as the Kiwi looks down at the camera in front of her and winks. Finishing up her stretchers she grabs her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship off the table beside her and flings it up over her right shoulder. Turning around quickly she bumps straight into Necra.

Emma: Holy moley Necra, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know you were standing there.

Necra turns to Emma with a smile on her face.

Necra: That’s quite alright Emma... I’m fine, in fact I’m glad we have crossed paths. I’ve been meaning to ask you what you thought of the Oasis?

Emma’s big beautiful smile crosses her face as she runs her fingers along her championship.

Emma: I can’t believe I haven’t come and seen you sooner, Necra it was beautiful very amazing... I can’t believe you own that place? It would be like heaven to wake up there every day.

A smile crosses Necra’s face as she looks down upon Emma, her eyes almost glittering as they find their way onto the Roulette Championship.

Necra: You must come back and stay a little longer Emma... there is still so much for me to show you.

Emma:

Necra nods slowly as Emma quickly looks down at her watch noticing the time she knows she should be meeting up with Ben soon.

Necra: It's a shame that Ben doesn't respect you, and that no one really understands how you feel when things like that happen. No one should forget an anniversary. I'm so glad that you came to visit with me, but you really should come back.

Emma looks at her confused as she brings up Ben out of nowhere but Necra just looks at her with smile as she moves with grace and poise towards the young Kiwi.

Necra: I have a wonderful idea... How about we have a match at the next Pay per view? Just a friendly match, really. What do you think?

Taken aback, Emma goes to open her mouth to say something but is lost for words at first.

Emma: Umm yeah sure thing, I’ll go and see the bosses after my match and see what I can work out?

Necra just looks at the belt that is draped over Emma’s shoulder.

Necra: That would be lovely.

Unsure on what to say or do next Emma just waves and goes to walk off but pulls herself back to say one last thing.

Emma: Necra I get that you’re trying to look out for me and that but please don’t bring up Ben to me again... it was a mistake on his behalf and it will never happen again... plus I’ve moved on from it, no need to keep bringing up old dust am I right?

Necra doesn’t say a word she just nods as Emma politely smiles and excuses herself, leaving the view of the camera that is focused on Necra's glowing red eyes.


Justin Decent: And now for your next match it is for one fall only, introducing first from the Isle of Gods, weighing it at 127 pounds.... she is the Lady of Death.... Neeecraa Octavian Kaaaaneeee!!!

The house lights go down, as a golden and black spotlights go over the crowd. So Beautiful, So Evil begins to play over the loud speaker. The tron comes to life with a bird's eye view of the great Pyramids on the Giza Strip, only to change to what appears to be the interior of a tomb where we see Necra with eyes closed and they open glowing a blue color, as the scene changes to shots from matches, and her title wins. Mist starts to roll from around the stage area, as Necra rises up from underneath with Ex at her side, and Sara following behind. Sara has her head lowered never raising her eyes to the crowd. Necra leads a black panther on a leash in front of her, and the Bombshell Roulette Title on her shoulder, as they head down the ramp way. Necra ignores the fans as they start down the ramp way. They reach the ring, and Necra kisses Ex, and hands the leash to Sara, as she bows. Ex helps her up onto the edge of the ring, and opens the ropes for her. She stands in the middle of the ring, ans she raises her hands, only to bring them down, as golden sparkles fall onto the crowd.

Justin Decent: and her opponent from Miami Florida, weighing it at 120 pounds.... she is a member of the New Xtremes.... Our Hard Rock Bombshell… Jeeeessssieeee Saaaalllcccooooo!!!

*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 this thing to get underway.

DING! DING! DING!

The match starts up with both girls circling each other in the middle of the ring. Jessie tries to spook Necra with a fake run it but Necra isn’t buying anything. As the two continue to circle each other the fans break out into a loud SCW chant. Finally the two come together in a lock up, pulling and pushing each other trying to prove who is more powerful, but it’s Necra who gets the upper hand as she takes over the power. Locking Jessie into a side head lock the Goddess of the Death doesn’t waste anymore time in snapping her around viciously into an DDT. Plowing Jessie face first into the hard unforgiving canvas.

Adams: And away we go!!!!

Simone: Vicious DDT to Jessie.

Necra is straight on to the attack as soon as she gets back up she starts nailing into Jessie fallen body with swift left and right kicks before bending over and scooping her up for a Russian Leg Sweep Face-buster. Jessie’s hands come up to check on her face with Necra just screams out into the crowd getting the riled up as the lash out with “let’s go Jessie” chants.

Simone: I don’t think the crowd is helping poor Jessie.

Adams: If anything they are just pissing Necra off.

Necra grabs a handful of hair and drags Jessie up to her feet, once stable Necra smashes her right first into Jessie’s face with a punch. The referee is quick to step in to remind Necra of the rules. Necra shrugs it off and delivers another hard teeth shattering punch to the face followed up by face claw. While Jessie is rumbling around grabbing at her face from the pain Necra strikes while the iron is hot and slams the NXT Bombshell to the canvas with a belly to back Suplex. This time going for the pin.

1...

2...

NO! Jessie is able to roll the pin attempt over, locking in her own.

1...

2...

NO! Necra quickly flips things up and gets back on top.

1...

2...

NO! Jessie over powers Necra and kicks out!

Adams: That looked very similar to a dream I once had Belinda...

Simone: You’re a pig.

Adams: How did you know it took place in a barn?

Necra bounces up to her feet but this time Jessie is right behind her, the NXT bombshell comes crashing in with a giant clothesline. Necra pops back up to her feet but Jessie takes her down with another giant flying clothesline. This time Ms Salco runs over to Necra while she is on the canvas and unleashes a fury of kicks before running towards the ropes, using them as a springboard she nails a perfect lion-Sault.

Adams: And business just picked up Belinda.

Simone: I can see that!

Jessie springs back up to her feet and charges towards the ropes once more using them to her advantage as she comes crashing back in with a running elbow drop. Necra cringes up into a ball while Jessie makes the unusual cover.

1...

2...

2 ½...

NO! Necra is able to kick out!

Adams: That pin fall was in my dreams too...

Simone: Does your wife know you dream about other women?

Adams: No that would be stupid.

Simone: Well stop talking about it on LIVE TV!

Both Bombshells are back on their feet and the two are straight back on the attack both coming rushing towards each other with the same idea of a clothesline take down. The two hook each other up and they both fall to the canvas.

Crowd: JESSIE, JESSIE, JESSIE!!!

As the two stir on the canvas the race in on to see who makes it to their feet first. Necra is able to get up to her feet but so just Jessie just seconds behind her. Necra turns around and rushes her tackling her to the canvas with a massive spear. Jessie somehow manages to roll Necra over on the canvas and starts hammering Necra’s head into the canvas.

Adams: CAT FIGHT!!!!

As the two tussles around on the canvas a loud scream is heard from Necra as she is getting angry.

Simone: This is not what Necra likes to do in matches!

Necra gets herself on top and starts to unleash vicious slaps onto Jessie before getting up to her feet, dragging Jessie up with her. The Goddess of Death whips her opponent into the ropes and as Jessie comes crashing back in with the rebound she is caught with a knee to her spine.

Adams: Stopping all stations.

Simone: Jessie is down and hurt.

Adams: Well Necra could have dislodged a disc or anything in Jessie’s spine then.

Necra stalks around her fallen victim and signals for the end. Picking Jessie up she wastes no time in dropping her back to the canvas with a sickening thud, with the My Fair Lady - A twisting version of unprettier. Necra crawls over and makes the pin.

1...

2...

3...

DING, DING, DING!!!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner.... Neeeeeeeeeeeeecraaaaaa!!!

Necra slides off Jessie and makes her way to her feet as her theme blasts over the PA system. Licking her lips the Goddess of Death admires her handy work before leaving the ring and exiting up the ramp.


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

Adams: (looking over at Belinda) "Maybe he'll ignore is tonight."

Belinda Simone acts like she's about to pack it up and walk out, but being the professional that she is, sticks it out.

Simone: "No, I'm not going to let him get to me. Last week was last week, and it's done and over with. He comes over here again and I'll make sure to set him straight."

The lights in the gym 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 gym 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

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena 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 cleavege while Jackson is dressed in a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing blue jeans and 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.

He then asks for and receives a house mic, which he slowly raises to his mouth.

Jackson: "Jamie Dean, how lucky you are that Amy Marshall saved you last week. How lucky it was for you that one of the girls came out to save their own. But Jamie Dean, this is far from over. You see, unlike you, I can multi-task. I can concentrate on the little worms like you, as well as the big dog wannabees like Drake Green...."

Fans: "SHOWTIME!!!"

"SHOWTIME!!!!"

"SHOWTIME!!!!"

Jackson: "Will still be cancelled...."

BOOS

Jackson: "Come on people, really? Do you honestly think that Drake Green is anywhere close to where he was before I put him out of wrestling?"

As brief responses come from the fans, Sean quickly has a response of his own.

Jackson: "Hell no he isn't. He's lucky to still be walking, much less willing his body to wrestle ONE MORE MATCH...."

Sean smiles smugly. He is really enjoying himself at this stage of the game. As a card carrying member of Hot Stuff International, he enjoys being able to say or do anything he wants.

Jackson: "Especially against a monster like me."

The camera zooms in tight on Sean's face, more specifically his eyes. You can see the indifference, the lack of caring for his fellow man.

Jackson: "But yet, that's what you people want. Right? You like seeing the lives of people destroyed. You like seeing their bodies busted and broken open in this realm of steel and canvas. A realm that none of you would ever be worthy of stepping into."

Sean begins to pace in front of the camera as Vanessa looks on, her face not giving way to any emotion of any type.

Jackson: "So of course you will chant for Drake Green. Of course you want Drake Green to wrestle one more match. You want him to wrestle one more match because honestly, deep down inside, you know you want me to crack his skull open...."

BOOS

Jackson: "Come on now, admit it. Every last one of you want to see blood flowing. You want to see bones broken, flesh ripped apart, souls cast into the void. But you also know that goody two shoes like Drake Green and Simon Jones won't give you that...."

The smile gets bigger.

Jackson: "Oh of course, they will come out and verbally tell you that they will. But when it all boils down to actions, they don't. Now granted, Drake Green did hit me with Showtime off the stage, but it wasn't anywhere close to what I did to him with the high knee to the back of his skull...."

Pause

Jackson: "And Simon Jones, all he did was kick an inept referee in the head. But of course, who couldn't do that? kicking a referee in the head is about as hardcore as taking candy from a baby...."

Of course Sean latches on to the thought and runs with it. Never pass up the chance to point out someone's faults. Whether real or imaginary.

Jackson: "But again, that's what you people want. You want to see people taking candy from babies. You want to see people cheat on their spouses in order to give you something to talk about. You want to see the bodies of competitors here in Sin City Wrestling broken, because you live your bland and boring lives through us...."

Inhale.exhale

Jackson: "Through me."

BOOS

Jackson: "Go ahead, live the lie and boo me. But you know damn good and well that tomorrow, you would love to go to work and blast out a co-workers skull with your knee. Or with your fist. So yes, go ahead and lie to all those around you by booing me, but you know that deep down inside, you're really cheering me and what I do."

He then begins to point in the direction of several male fans behind the announce table.

Jackson: "Matter of fact, I'm willing to bet that each and every one of you...."

Sean steps through the ropes and hops down to the gymnasium floor.

Simone: "Just stay over there."

Adams: "Um, security?"

Jackson: "Belindaaaaaa. Where are you Belindaaaaa?"

The male fans begin to cheer. Yes, that was easy. Who wouldn't want to approach Belinda Simone.

Simone: "Just stay over there."

As Sean is now standing in front of the announce table, he sits down in front of Belinda, staring down at her.

Jackson: "Oh, there you are Belinda. Sitting there, all sexy in that outfit, driving all these Tucson, Arizona fat bodies crazy."

Sean turns his attention off of her and to the male fans seated behind her.

Jackson: "Guys, would you love to see me get it on with Belinda tonight?"

What do you think? guys are perverts and would like to see just about any man and woman make out in Arizona. Hey, don't blame me that standards are low in Tucson.

CHEERS

As Sean leans in, Belinda leans back and begins to cover up. Until....

Jackson: "Well, it's not going to happen."

Whoa, wait a second. Belinda gets that look on her face like *oh no, that bastard just didn't. It wasn't going to happen because she was turning him down, and not the other way around.

Jackson: "It's not going to happen because first off, you don't get to see action with Belinda Simone unless you pay for it. And secondly, I'm not going to be caught up in your little sex starved porno fantasy. If I took Belinda Simone right here on this announce table, stripped her down to the bare essentials, and showed her what real Texas loving was all about, you guys would have it on pornhub in nothing flat. Then in a jealous rage, that no talent, luck happening nobody Jamie Dean would come out and ruin the whole thing...."

Sean makes his way from the announce table and re-enters the ring where he takes up position in the middle of the ring.

Jackson: "He would ruin it because honestly, he thinks that you people want to see him. He thinks that you people want to see *his* kind of sexual persuasions where he hooks up with his own junk..."

Sean takes off his shirt, showing off his physique.

Jackson: "Instead of seeing this hook up with maybe...."

Sean begins to point at a woman in the stands, but waves her off.

Jackson: "Or maybe with...."

He starts to point at another woman, but waves her off as well. His face cringes as if he just sniffed something fowl.

Jackson: "Uh, never mind...."

Sean shudders.

Jackson: "Definitely never mind because I will never, and I do mean NEVER be drunk enough to hook up with any of you Tucson cows. But Belinda Simone, if you play your cards right...."

As Sean gives her a wink, he goes back to the in ring segment already in progress. It was as if he never spoke of her in the first place.

Jackson: "Just like I will blast out the skull of Drake Green if he's stupid enough to step back into the ring with me. For you see people, I'm not the liar or the cheat that Green and Jones are. I tell you exactly what I'm thinking, and I tell you exactly what I plan on doing. Unlike Green who will lie through his teeth to each and every one of you, I will tell the truth. Drake Green will lie to you, he will tell you that his broken down body has one last match in him. That he has what it takes to be championship material again...."

Sean shakes his head as a Showtime chant starts back up.

Jackson: "But deep down inside, he knows that isn't the case. But just like Apollo Creed in Rocky IV, he just doesn't know when to call it quits. He wants to believe that your cheers will be all the motivation he needs. He wants to believe that your cheers will help him to overcome the odds...."

The Showtime chants get louder, but now Sean is on a roll and has completely blocked it out.

Jackson: "Just like you all believe your cheers will be enough to make Drake Green the man he once was. But don't be fooled Tucson, Arizona. Don't be fooled like they were in Phoenix, thinking that Drake Green still has the mojo, that he has what it takes to once again be the man here in Sin City Wrestling."

Once again, the camera pans in tight on Sean's face.

Jackson: "Be the smart ones and hedge your bets on Mark Ward, myself, and Hot Stuff International. Be the ones who finally starts the movement towards a better and stronger SCW. An SCW devoid of the weak, devoid of the frauds, and devoid of the liars. Be the beginning of the movement towards a new way of thinking, towards a new feeling coming in the air tonight...."

Sean smiles

Jackson: "Because it is coming in the air tonight, whether you're ready for it or not."

With that, Sean smugly drops the mic to the canvas and exits the ring with Vanessa in tow. But before Sean leaves the ringside area, he does wink at Belinda before heading up the ramp.


Misty steps out of the locker room as Vixen moves past, bad intentions written all over her face. Misty is about to say something as Devlin and Connor rush around the corner. Devlin mouths the word Vixen and Misty points him in the direction the bombshell had headed as Connor stops and smiles at Misty putting his arm to rest on the door frame beside her head.

Connor Murphy: Well now, if it isn’t my favourite colleen Misty. Why haven’t ya called me yet lovey??

Misty laughs and shakes her head, looking at Connor.

Misty: Oh I'm sorry...I must have forgot. My six year old has been keeping me on my toes, you know

Connor Murphy: Likely story darlin’ but I’ll let ya get away with it for tonight. Actually, I may need your help with a little dilemma see. I’m helping Devlin track down his sister who is tracking down Odette.

Connor gets serious for a moment.

Connor Murphy: Vixen has some bad intentions for Odette and you might have to save me from the wildcat fight I am sure that she will be starting with Ms Stevens.

Misty: Now, why would I do that? I'd actually find that rather amusing, and you can't say you wouldn't enjoy it yourself.

Misty folds her arms across her chest now.

Misty: As for Vixen and Odette...Well, let's just say I'm not going to stop Vixen from finding Odette. I'd love nothing more than to find Odette for myself and settle some unfinished business, but alas, that ship has sailed apparently. Vixen can have at her.

Connor Murphy: I am afraid that is exactly what Vixen has in mind love. So the smart thing to do is find Spike to head her off before she gets into something over her head.

Spike: Who gets in over whom’s head?

Spike walks into view holding Eden’s hand.

Connor Murphy: Vixen’s gone looking for Odette Spike and I don’t think that she should do that on her own in the mood that she is in now. She might end up getting hurt you know. Or jailed with the way she was talking…

Spike: Eden, you stay here with Mommy okay? Daddy is going to find Mommie Vixen.

Connor smiles as he puts his arm around Misty.

Connor Murphy: And I will stay here looking after the girls for ya…

Connor smirks at Misty before he is grabbed by his shirt and dragged after Spike as Eden and Misty just laugh.


Just before the mixed tag team match up the camera pan backstage to find TEAM BEMMA aka Ben Jordan and Emma Rose standing behind the thick black curtains.

Ben: You ready for this?

Emma: Ready as I’ll ever be...

As the two shares a hug, Emma goes in for a kiss but Ben pulls his head away.

Ben: Are you sure you don’t want to back out now; I mean I’m a pretty dodgy tag team partner?

Narrowing her eyes at him she just laughs.

Emma: You’re a dork, but you’re my dork and I love you.

Smiling down at her he picks up his Kiwi and swings her around.

Ben: I love you too... now let’s go win this thing.

Ben puts Emma back down on the ground and smiles.

Emma: You’re just excited for victory sex aren’t you?

An innocent smile crosses Ben’s face.

Ben: Victory sex what’s that?

Winking at him Emma smiles.

Emma: Well if we win, I’ll show you later...

Sharing a heated but passionate stare, the two quickly exchange in a deep and meaningful kiss before the scene fades out to ring side.


The SCW-Tron flickers to life and in the backstage of Tucson High, the fans catch a look at the SCW Roulette wheel set up in the middle of the hall. SCW reporter, Miss Rocky Mountains, stands at the right side of the wheel which stands tall enough to reach over the top of her head. With a microphone in hand, Miss Rocky looks into the camera.

Miss Rocky: Fans, tonight we are in a most unique situation as we will be seeing not just any match under Roulette Division rules, but a mixed tag team match where in addition to a special stipulation to be determined, there will also be a special guest referee, this man right here.

Jamie Dean steps onto the scene, clad in a black and white cut-off ref shirt, showing off his abs, and mini black booty shorts.

Miss Rocky: Jamie, the bookers named you the guest referee for this match and tonight, you get to spin the wheel and...

Ben: What the bloody hell is this?

Ben Jordan and the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Emma Rose, steps into view and the crowd, watching onscreen, cheers at their appearance. Ben is looking the wheel over with a disgusted frown on his face. He looks to Jamie and waves a hand at the wheel.

Ben: Can I assume this is your doing?

Jamie removes his shades to look at the wheel, then looks at Ben and shrugs, not understanding what the big deal is.

Jamie: What? Something wrong?

Ben: These matches on the wheel! What the hell!?

The camera gets a closeup of the wheel, and the crowd comes to understand what has Ben so worked up. The wheel's usual assorted style of matches such as 'Lumberjack', 'No DQ' and 'Cage' have been replaced by a more 'exotic' style. Matches like 'Mud Pit'... 'Tuxedo/Evening Gown' ... 'Pudding' ... 'Skin To Win' ... 'Cage Dancing' ... and many others like them. Emma blinks and looks at Jamie.

Emma: Did you do this?

Jamie simply smiles and shrugs.

Jamie: The bosses asked me for a few suggestions on match styles since I'm the guest referee. So...

He waves toward the wheel and chuckles. Ben looks at Emma and shakes his head.

Ben: I told you something like this would happen! I don't...

Emma interrupts Ben's tirade and peers closer to the wheel.

Emma: What's a Cage Dancing Match?

Jamie: Just regular cage match rules for a mixed tag, but whenever the music starts playing, whoever is in the ring has to start dancing.

Ben runs a palm down his face.

Ben: I've died and gone to Hell.

Jamie: Oh calm down. They're not all like that. See?

Jamie points to one slot on the wheel in particular and Emma looks at it.

Emma: Regular Rules.

Emma stands upright and looks at Ben.

Emma: Well, there's that?

Ben pops a forefinger from between his lips and twirls it in the air.

Ben: Whoopty freaking doo. What are the chances of the wheel stopping on that one slot? Hm?

Ben narrows his eyes at Jamie.

Ben: You are one sick minded bloke, you know that?

Jamie puts his hand on his chest and gives his best "Who, me?" expression. Ben shakes his head and sighs.

Ben: I think I got a blasted migraine coming. Can we just do this so I can go hop in a hot tub and pop open a vein?

Emma pats a sympathetic hand on Ben's shoulder and Jamie smiles as he steps up and takes hold of the wheel.

Jamie: And people call me a drama queen?

And with that being said, Jamie gives the wheel a hard spin. Emma grasps Ben's hand as all present watch as the multitude of

X style matches spins past before their eyes. Biker shorts ... Jello ... Oil ... Sleep wear ... Mud ... Posedown ... Undergaments ... etc etc, until the wheel begins to slow down. It slows to a crawl and finally stops on...

Emma: Ha!

Jamie: Aw damn it!

The camera catches it where it stopped: Regular Rules! The fans admittedly moan in anguish and disappointment but Ben turns to Jamie with a bright smile. He pats the disappointed 'referee' on the back.

Ben: Better luck next time, mate!

Chuckling, Ben drapes an arm around Emma's waist and escorts her off camera. Jamie watches after them, then looks at the wheel. He looks at Miss Rocky and pouts.

Jamie: Two out of three?


Justin: ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Mixed Tag Team Match, scheduled for one fall! Allow me to now introduce the special guest referee...

The lights dim and the heavy beat of "Satisfaction" by Benny Benazzi begins playing across the sound system and the crowd starts clapping along. As the lights return, they find Jamie Dean on his hands and knees, twerking his backside, facing away from the crowd. Jamie then jumps to his feet and calls out to the crowd with his arms held wide. He is wearing dark shades and the previously seen referee's 'uniform' and white high tops. Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes. He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. Jamie turns his back to the crowd, and with his hands behind his head, he begins twerking his butt off. He then steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them.

Simone: I think Jamie has got to be the most ... 'unique' referee that we've ever had here in... is something wrong Jason?

Adams: No. I was just *really* hoping to see a mud match.

Simone: So was Chris but Ben's promo really laid a guilt trip on the guy.

Adams: Que?

Jamie tries to 'check' Justin who jumps and pulls away, wagging a finger at the official.

Simone: I don't think the ring announcer needs to be checked, Jamie.

Justin: Introducing at a total combined weight of 281 pounds, the team of Veronica Taylor and Holly Wood... THE MEAN GIRLS!

"Sissy That Walk" by RuPaul blasts over the sound system as a pink shadow box appears through the curtains. The silhouettes of two lovely ladies dancing are seen from the inside, seducing the crowd with their feminine wiles. It comes to rest at the edge of the stage, and after a moment, one of the ladies inside kicks her way through the thin paper to reveal... Holly Wood ... along with her/his tag team partner, Veronica Taylor! Holly flips her blonde hair over her shoulder as she raises her partner's arm in the air, loosening her hips before she and Veronica sashay down the ramp. Jamie holds the ropes open for Veronica to enter but Holly pauses. Holly climbs onto the apron, swaying her hips back and forth as she lowers herself down into a split position. She crawls under the ropes and does a sexy pose on the mat before leaping up, dancing around the ring with Veronica to the music as they wait for their opponents.

Simone: We have had some ... unique individuals here in Sin City Wrestling, but Holly Wood...

Adams: Ms. Wood if you're nasty.

Simone: ... Yes. Holly is certainly at the top of the list. And paired with her Mean Girls teammate, the overly confident Veronica Taylor, and you certainly have...

Adams: Bitch Fest 2014!

Holly doesn't seek to mind Jamie 'checking' him at all, but Veronica certainly voices her displeasure and objections until she finally has no alternative and relents.

Justin: And their opponents! At a total combined weight of 348 pounds, the team of Ben Jordan and the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Emma Rose ... TEAM BEMMA!

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 and Emma Rose appear at the top of the ramp and look around at the crowd. Ben nods his head to the sound of the music, looking around with an approving smile as he lifts Emma's hand to his lips and plants a light kiss on it, much to her delight. The pair walk down the ramp, greeting the fans along the way. Arriving at ringside, Jamie proceeds to hold the ropes open again. Emma climbs inside, but Ben seems more hesitant to get that close to the amorous Superstar. He instead hops over the top and into the ring, joining Emma.

Simone: Before we get underway, we have to stress that Emma Rose's Roulette title is not on the line in this match. If Veronica defeats her...

Adams: *snort*

Simone: If she does, she will not win the Roulette title.

Adams: But she'd sure get catapulted up the rankings though, wouldn't she?

Jamie finishes checking Emma, then with a leer on his face, beckons Ben to do the same. Ben sarcastically turns his back to his own corner and 'assumes the position' and Jamie keels over and crashes to the mat, much to the crowd's amusement!

Adams: I think we can forget about Jamie checking Ben.

Emma helps the special referee back up, laughter on her face, and Jamie signals for both teams to determine who will begin. In the Mean Girls corner, Veronica steps through the ropes, fluffing her hair and her nose in the air. Seeing this, Emma shrugs and steps out to the apron herself.

Simone: The men will start this one.

Adams: Well one and a half ain't bad.

The bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Ben circles the ring, staring at his flamboyant opponent, as Holly 'skips' around, fluffing her hair and eyeing her opponent like he's candy. ben exchanges a look with Emma as if to silently say "Are you KIDDING me?" but Holly takes advantage of this by quickly slapping Ben across the face, the crowd responding to the degrading insult.

Adams: Ooooo!

Ben rubs his jaw, a stoic but dangerously calm expression on his face as Holly beckons for the lock up. Ben obliges and the two lock up, collar and elbow in the center of the ring. Almost immediately Holly ducks behind Ben in a rear waistlock and proceeds to slide her hands up Ben's bare upper body, eliciting the scorn of the crowd. ben struggles wildly and grabs Holly's arm, stopping this play and twists Ms. Wood's arm into an arm wringer.

Simone: Ben Jordan is not going to be putting up with any of those tactics with Holly Wood.

Adams: I don't think Holly is going to give him much of a choice in the matter.

Holly winces as Ben twists the arm a second time, trapping her in a wrist lock. Holly then counters, grabbing Ben's hand and reversing it, twisting Ben's own arm into an arm wringer, but then drops to the mat and arm drags Ben over.

Simone: Nice move by Holly Wood.

Ben slowly gets up, staring her down as Holly prances about the ring, posing as Veronica applauds her tag team partner.

Simone: I'm not sure Ben knows quite what to do with this flamboyant character he's in there against.

Adams: You don't think he's taking it any easier because Holly looks like a Bombshell, do you?

Simone: It certainly has to be playing somewhat on his mind.

The two men then meet again in the center of the ring and lock up, and this time Ben grabs Holly in a side headlock and wrenches the hold in tightly. Holly winces and tries to break loose by using the ropes to Irish whip him off, but Ben holds on and uses the leverage to hip toss Holly over and remaining in the headlock on the mat. Holly screams about a hair pull, and Veronica backs him up. Jamie just looks at Veronica and shouts...

Jamie: If he had pulled her hair it would have come off!

Adams: Man's got a point!

Simone: And with Ben in the ring, we can see it from here.

On the mat, Holly grabs Ben around the waist with one arm and tugs on his trunks with the other (exposing quite a bit of skin), and Holly rolls Ben over with his shoulders on the mat. Jamie jumps into position to count!

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Ben rolls out and yells at Jamie about a pull of the tights.

Adams: I'd be careful about complaining about that to Jamie. The ref might take it upon himself to fix that wedgie personally.

Holly then tucks her hand into Ben's trunks again and rolls him back again into a pinning predicament.

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Ben rolls out again, and again warns Jamie about Holly's 'naughty hands'!

Holly manages to force Ben and herself up into a standing position while still in the headlock.

Adams: Okay someone really needs to tell ben to fix those trunks.

Simone: You don't see Emma or Jamie complaining, do you?

Holly grabs a handful of Ben's hair and twists his wrist, breaking out of the hold and grabbing the former ACW Champion in a rear waistlock. Holly then runs Ben forward into the ropes and Jamie calls for the break.

Jamie: One! Two! Three! Four!...

But Holly breaks -- and for good measure, cups both hands on Ben's backside and squeezes! Holly turns around, posing for the crowd, but as she pivots back on her heels, Ben lays her out with a fist that brings the crowd to its feet!

Simone: I said it before that Ben was NOT going to play those games with Holly Wood!

Ben goes after his opponent but Holly scrambles over to her corner on hands and knees, swiftly tagging Veronica while holding his chin!

Adams: I think Holly is just now coming to realize that!

Veronica quickly climbs into the ring and gets in Ben's face, daring him to wrestle her.

Simone: Oh real brave, lady! You know very well this is not intergender rules and SCW doesn't allow male versus female matches!

Staring at the arrogant Mean Girl, Ben backs up to his own corner and tags Emma. Emma starts to step into the ring when Veronica rushes her and ambushes her before she can get through the ropes! Veronica takes Emma to the mat by the hair and pounces on the Roulette Champion, straddling her chest and she just lays in the open handed slaps, lefts and rights, to Emma's face. Veronica then grabs two handfuls of Emma's tresses and violently slams the back of her head into the mat over and over.

Adams: Daaamn! Veronica is going to town on Emma!

Simone: And as usual, none of her tactics are exactly legal.

Veronica slips off of the Champion and drags her to her feet with two handfuls of hair and drapes her throat across the top rope, choking her as Jamie jumps in and again tries to get Veronica to end her foul tactics.

Jamie: One! Two! Three! Four!...

And Veronica counts right along with the guest referee before she pulls back on the top rope, flinging Emma hard to the canvas. Veronica then struts along the ropes, posing and winking toward the cameras as the crowd rains down upon her with boos! Veronica laughs at their displeasure and grabs Emma by her hair and pulls her to her feet. Veronica goes to run her face-first into the corner but the champ puts on the breaks and swings an elbow back into Taylor's trim midsection. Emma then grabs a handful of Veronica's long hair and slams the beauty's head into the corner one...two...three...four times! Veronica staggers back and Emma lunges for her but Veronica ducks out of the way and trips her up, causing Emma to hit the ropes face-first!

Simone: This is where Veronica's speed will come into play for her.

Veronica runs off of the ropes and baseball slides into Rose's face with a dropkick and covers her, hooking the leg!

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Emma kicks out!

Veronica grabs Emma by the legs and falls back, catapulting the Roulette Champion face-first into the corner! As Emma staggers backwards, Veronica rolls her up into a cradle and places her feet on the ropes!

Adams: Jamie! Open your eyes!

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Jamie sees Veronica's feet on the ropes and stops counting.

Simone: Give Jamie Dean credit! He's on somewhat friendly terms on both sides of this one but he is calling it right down the middle.

Adams: I don't think Veronica cares about that though.

Veronica is on her feet and in Jamie's face, poking him in the chest and reading him the riot act! Jamie takes her finger between his own and casually moves it from touching him and Veronica fumes. She drags Emma to her feet by the hair and gets a running start and tries to smash Rose's face into the corner but a foot blocks it and Emma responds by smashing Taylor's own face into the corner! Veronica crashes hard to her back and Jamie goes to check on her but Emma pushes him aside and mounts Veronica's chest and starts punching her in the head!

Adams: Okay it looks like Emma has had enough of Veronica Taylor!

Jamie manages to pull the hell cat off of Veronica and Taylor tries to crawl quickly to her corner but Emma breaks free from Dean and dives, grabbing Veronica by the foot and preventing the tag!

Simone: Oh she is not finished with that Mean Girl yet!

Using Veronica's own foul tactics against her, Emma drags Taylor up to her feet and with her hand buried deep in Veronica's dark locks, Emma begins to snapmare Veronica over by the hair once ... twice ... three times! Veronica is screaming like a banshee and Jamie attempts to get Emma to end it but Emma is not finished! She pulls Taylor to her feet and with two handfuls of her hair, Emma beel tosses her in a 36 spin across the ring!

Adams: Oh HELL yes! Emma has no qualms about fighting fire with fire when she's being fouled by someone like Veronica Taylor!

Emma then Irish whips her into the ropes and catches Veronica on the rebound with a perfect dropkick, right under the chin! Taylor crashes in a heap and Emma dives on top of her for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Kick out!

Emma continues the punishment and takes her up and over onto the mat with a tiger suplex! Emma climbs up the corner and stands on the top turnbuckle. She goes for a swan dive but Veronica quickly rolls out of the way in an attempt to escape and Emma crashes hard on her ribs and stomach! Veronica scrambles over and covers the stunned Emma, hooking the leg and a handful of tights for good measure!

1.....
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3-NO! Rose gets a shoulder up!

Veronica screams at Jamie for the so-called slow count and claps her hands together three times in rapid succession, demanding a faster count!

Simone: Emma is in trouble. She needs to tag!

Veronica drags Emma over to the ropes by the hair and violently chokes her against the middle rope! She breaks before the count of five, then dashes into the far side of the ropes. Veronica comes rebounding off and goes to jump on the back of Emma's head and neck, but Emma moves and Veronica springboards off the middle rope and bounces back, hitting the canvas!

Adams: And now's her chance!

Emma crawls towards her corner as Holly jumps up and down, shouting at Veronica. Ben reaches and Veronica tries to grab Emma's boot but the champion jumps and gets the tag! The crowd cheers as Ben hops the ropes and races across the ring and grabs Holly, trying to drag him/her into the ring the hard way!

Simone: Holly isn't so anxious now to get her hands on Ben now that she knows he isn't playing those games of his!

Ben tries to pull Holly over the ropes and into the ring, but Holly counters, grabbing Ben around the back of the had and she drops off the apron and to the floor, sling shotting Ben's neck across the top rope!

Adams: Oh smooth counter!

Ben rolls on the mat, holding his throat and gagging. Holly scrambles into the ring and grabs Ben by the hair and drives his face down into the canvas. Holly grabs Ben up off of the mat and goes to send him into the ropes with an Irish whip but Ben reverses it. Ben ducks down for a back body drop but Holly turns around and uses Ben's momentum to land on her feet behind him.

Simone: Nice move! I'm impressed!

Holly then springs up onto Ben's shoulders and spins around and takes him over with a Hurricanrana, hooking both legs.

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Ben kicks out!

Adams: I don't think Ben could get out fast enough from that particular position.

Ben starts to get to his feet and Holly sweeps his legs out from under him, then falls back and catapults him out over the top rope and to the gymnasium floor!

Adams: Oh bad fall! Ben might be hurt!

Indeed Emma appears worried as Holly climbs to the top of the near corner while Veronica cheers him/her on. Ben pulls himself up with the aid of the ring apron and as he turns around, Holly launches herself from her perch and crashes into Ben with a flying bodypress to the outside!

Adams: Wow!

Simone: I don't know how else to say it but Holly Wood is impressing me!

Holly, although stunned, manages to pull himself up and roll Ben back inside of the ring. Holly skips around the prone form of Ben and then jumps and lands in a perfect split across Ben's upper body in a most unorthodox pinning combination!

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Ben kicks out!

Holly stands up and hands on hips, starts arguing with Jamie over the count. Veronica adds her two cents from the outside and Holly demands a faster count next time! As Holly argues, Ben comes up from behind and rolls her into a reverse cradle!

Jamie: One! Two! The-..

Holly kicks out just BARELY!

Adams: Well, Holly didn't say WHO to count fast against!

Holly jumps to her feet and shoves Jamie back over the INSANELY fast count but Jamie shoves him right back and she topples over Ben's back and Ben covers him again!

1.....
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Holly kicks out!

Ben goes to grab him but Holly rakes Ben's face to steal the advantage. Holly shoves him back into a corner and then climbs the second turnbuckle, pinning him in as s/he starts throwing fists into Ben Jordan's head!

Crowd: One! Two! Three!...

But Ben grabs Holly around the legs and drops him/her down in an inverted atomic drop -- and immediately Holly shrieks in intense agony!

Adams: Are atomic drops supposed to hurt THAT much!?

Simone: No but I imagine before the match Holly 'tucked' so...

Adams: OWWWWW!!!

Holly is lurched over at the waist and Ben barrels right into him, leveling him with a running clothesline! Holly scrambles to his/her feet and Ben repeats the process! Ben grabs Holly by her hair and pulls the wig right off of his head and throws it out of the ring! Ben drags him up into a rear waistlock and brings him up and over with a German suplex! Ben holds on and drags him up again and nails a second German suplex -- and then a third! Holly stumbles to his feet, seemingly out of it, and Ben runs right into him with a roundhouse kick that sends Mz Holly tumbling backwards out over the top rope and he lands in a heap on the ringside floor!

Adams: Listen to these fans! They are LOVING Ben Jordan!

Ben tries to go out after Holly but Jamie tries to keep things fair and beckons him off and away from the ropes. Jamie then turns and starts to count Holly out!

Jamie: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!...

Holly drags himself up to his feet and Ben blows right past Jamie and dives through the ropes, crashing into Holly Wood in a suicide dive that lets loose a thundering ovation from the fans!

Crowd: COCKNEY KING! COCKNEY KING! COCKNEY KING!

Both Emma as well as Veronica on down on the floor, inching their way closer to where the men lay prone on the floor! Ben fights his way from where he hurt himself and gets to his feet, dragging Holly up and rolling the cross dressing grappler back into the ring. Ben then climbs up onto the ring apron and uses the top rope to springboard inside and clothesline Holly almost out of his boots! Ben with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Holly gets the shoulder up!

Adams: Oh GOD that was close!

Simone: I have to admit I am surprised at the fighting spirit Holly Wood has shown us here tonight!

Holly starts to crawl towards his corner but Ben grabs his feet. Veronica then runs in and grabs Holly's hands, trying to pull her partner closer to their corner. This brings Emma in and she grabs Ben and gives her man an assist, and they pull and this jerks Veronica off of her feet and she crashes on the mat!

Adams: Don't be messing with BEMMA!

The fans cheer as Veronica rolls back outside but Holly manages to get away from Ben and tag her in anyway! Emma jumps in over the top and meets the rampaging Veronica Taylor! Veronica swings a right hand but Emma blocks it and nails Taylor with a right of her own, followed by two more shots! Emma flings her into a corner and sends Veronica flying almost the length of the ring with a monkey flip! Veronica scrambles to a vertical base and Emma jumps on her a second time for another monkey flip but Veronica throws her over her back, only to have Emma turns it into a sunset flip! But before she can pull her over, Veronica drops down onto her chest in a pin and grabs the ropes for leverage!

Simone: Jamie! Look!

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Jamie looks up and sees Veronica holding the ropes! He grabs her hands and forces her to let go and immediately Emma rolls Taylor back into the sunset flip!

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Veronica kicks out!

Simone: Veronica Taylor almost stole one from Emma Rose!

Adams: Jamie's not doing too bad of a job refereeing, is he?

Simone: I doubt the Mean Girls would agree with that assessment.

Adams: His ass looks alright. I'm talking about the type of job he's doing officiating.

Emma Irish whips Veronica into the ropes and tries for a backdrop but Veronica grabs her by the hair and throws her harshly back against the canvas! The crowd boos as the arrogant Veronica starts kicking at the downed Emma. Veronica drags her closer to the corner and pulls her roughly to her feet. Veronica hen hops onto the top turnbuckle and wraps an arm around Emma's throat from behind and lifts her off of her feet in a rear chokehold!

Jamie: One! Two! Three! Four!...

Veronica simply lets go, dumping Emma to the mat. She hops down and then grabs Emma, setting her head between her knees.

Simone: if she hits this piledriver it might as well be all over for Emma Rose!

Veronica tries to lift her up, but Emma blocks it. Taylor tries a second time but again it is blocked! Emma then counters and stands upright, hauling Veronica up onto her shoulders in an Argentinean backbreaker position! The crowd is on its feet as Emma drops to her knees...!

Adams: Flightless Bird!

Emma rolls her over onto her back and hooks the leg!

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Holly tries to make the save but Ben dive tackles him, sending Mz Wood tumbling through the ropes!
3!

The crowd cheers as Ben races over to her and Emma jumps into Ben's arms, celebrating!

Justin: Here are your winners ... TEAM BEMMA!

Holly screams and pounds the apron from the outside as Ben parades Emma around the ring, holding her up with one arm! Holly drags Veronica from the ring and the pair of Mean Girls make their exit while Emma and Ben continue their celebration on the inside!


The cameras open up backstage to find Odette Stevens standing with her back towards the camera deep in conversation with Ivy Bayley her new offsider. The loud boo from the audience quickly changes into a cheer as Spike Staggs steps into the picture with a not so pleased look on his face. Letting out a firm cough the leader of NXT clears his throat stealing Odette’s attention away from Ivy.

Spike: Odette, just the person I’ve been looking for…

Turning around to face her old Stable mate Odette’s smile grows wilder on her face but the look is nothing but sarcastic as she eyes Spike up and down.

Odette: Let me guess?

Raising her right index finger up towards him Odette tilts her head to the side acting innocent.

Odette: Widdle Vixen sent her big bad boyfriend to come get her stuff back?

Using all his strength he could muster Spike ignores the mocking touch in Odette’s tone and just shakes his head.

Spike: Actually no. You know, I was hoping we could speak alone for a few moments?

Spike looks up directly at Ivy, who just folders her arms over her chest as if to say she isn’t going anywhere. Turning to look at Ivy over her shoulder Odette just nods as reluctantly Ivy takes a few slow steps back before disappearing from their sight.

Odette: Could you make it quick, I’m kind of busy right now?

The fans boo towards her lack of respect towards Spike, who in turn just ignores it before taking a step up towards her.

Spike: Seriously Odette? Please just drop the act, would you? It’s just you and me here...

Looking around them Odette just smirks.

Odette: I can see that, but does this little talk have a point?

Taking another firm step up towards Odette, Spike reaches out and places his hands firmly on top of her shoulders, pulling her into him so he can look directly into her eyes.

Spike: This isn’t you Odette, this isn’t the real you... the Odette that I know is still in there would never attack Vixen. The Odette that I know would never cross over her family... yes Odette I’m talking about NXT, your family... your family that misses you. The Odette that I know would never steal a championship belt; she would never go out and ruin a perfect main event for her own advantage... what’s going on here? Just like always, you can talk with me…

Shrugging his hands off her shoulders Odette just looked up at Spike with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Odette: You’re so right Spike... this isn’t me is it?

Almost surprised at how fast she responded Spike took a step back.

Odette: But then again how the fuck would you know who the REAL Odette is? How the fuck would you know Spike? Family... NXT isn’t my family and it never was... you made that crystal fucking clear to me the day you let Misty walk back in and retake her place... in case you forgot Spike... I never turned my back on NXT. I never walked away... you and your ex and your soon to be bride did a pretty bang up job on pushing me out... so if you want someone to blame for this... take a nice hard look in the mirror.

Spike goes to talk but Odette’s Aussie accent cuts him off.

Odette: Every little bit of pain that I personally deliver to Vixen is because of you... you turned your back on me... so every time you have to nurse your little slut back to health it’s because of you. Every time you have to wash her stitches it’s because of you... every time she gets a taste of her own medicine it’s because of you... you let this happen Spike... you should have seen it coming, you created this... and you know what... I couldn’t be happier...

As Odette shakes her head, ready to dismiss Spike, Spike simply shakes his head. He smiles almost sweetly toward Odette, but allows her to have her space.

Spike: I don’t believe that you mean that. And do you want to know why? Because I know that you don’t believe it. I know you more than you think I do, and you are lying to me. You are lying to yourself. You want to believe it, so I can’t convince you otherwise. But, I’m calling bullshit. When you are ready for the full story, you can always come to me, and I’ll tell you straight. But, until then…? Enjoy holding onto a belt that isn’t truly yours…

With that, Spike gives her a nod to let her know that he means business. He leaves her to think about it as he slowly walks off of the screen and we fade out.


The fans are awaiting the next match as "Loud Twin Stars" by Doll$box hits the PA. No one knows who to expect until the fans cheer loud for SCW alumni Tiami Tyler to pop out on stage. Sporting a new look, she smiles brightly as her music dies out.

Ti: It feels fucking great being back here.

There are a few boos laced with the cheers, but Ti just shrugs them off. Her smile becomes a smirk.

Ti: You know, I have sat at home and just watched. I never miss a Climax Control and there is something going on that is quite an outrage. A certain blonde 'entertainer' who is being prissy. Thinking that dragging up the past of other born wrestlers makes the superior. It makes them smaller than what they are. Everyone knows I am talking about Liz Smalls.

She smirks as the "oh snap" chants start. Every fan hates Smalls as much as Tiami does. She then pulls out what looks to be a checkbook.

Ti: I tell you what Liz. I am issuing a challenge to you...for a tables match. Only way to win is by driving your opponent through a table. Since I am a money maker, I will put something up on the line. If by some fluke you just happen to win, I will personally pull out my ice blue checkbook and write you one for ten thousand dollars. If...no...when you lose, you will give me so much more.

Her smirk comes across her face much bigger this time.

Ti: When you lose to me, you will have to sit on the sidelines. That is right, Liz Smalls suspended for two weeks, WITHOUT PAY mind you. Should you try and wiggle out of this, you are terminated. No job, no pay AND I get the rest of the money that comes from your contract. I am all about controversy creating cash. The Icy Princess is back with such a force, and Elizabeth is the first unfortunate soul. Now, the ball is in the court of management. This is not for Elizabeth to decide. I think we all want Elizabeth Smalls out of SCW for good. I shall see to it that one way or another, it happens. Ta loves.

She blows a kiss to the camera as "Loud Twin Stars" blares across the PA.


We find our way backstage to see Erik Staggs standing with a stagehand. Erik has a clipboard in his hands as he scrolls down a page. He taps a pen against his chin before flipping the page over, doing the same. He nods his head slowly as he makes it to the bottom of the page. He quickly scribbles his signature across the bottom of the page before kindly handing the clipboard back to the stagehand.

Erik: That looks good to me. There shouldn’t be any problems from that guy again. Just keep the ladders away from ringside from now on…

Stagehand: Sure thing Mr. Staggs…

Erik pats the stagehand on the shoulder, shaking his head with a smirk before turning around. He is caught off guard as he turns right into Simon Jones. He jumps a bit and then sighs in relief upon seeing who it is.

Simon: So this is where you are - I stopped by your office, but you weren't there, obviously; you're almost as hard to find as the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Erik stares at Simon for a moment, scratching his head in confusion before faking a smile as if he gets it.

Erik: Yes… I am often a busy man on show days. I can’t say that I am surprised by anything these days.. Anyway, I assume you are looking for me for a reason, right?

Simon: You assume correctly.

Simon nods his head.

Simon: I'm sure you recall the conversation that we had three weeks ago. Well, I've been trying to find you, because I have yet to hear anything further regarding what we discussed; I had begun to wonder if you no longer had any desire to speak to me - you know, now that I'm no longer "the champ."

Erik chuckles at the thought of this. He shakes his head, assuring Simon that this was certainly not the case. He sighs as he leans against the wall.

Erik: No, no, no… not at all. I have just been rather busy lately, and it has slipped my mind. But, I assure you that I haven’t forgotten. I actually spoke to Mark and Christian about it earlier in the week…

Erik’s confident smile fades as he fans the collar of his black SCW polo shirt from the heat in the make shift backstage area.

Simon: Oh, really - you did, did you? And what did they have to say on the matter?

Simon folds his arms, as he awaits Erik's response. Erik stares silently for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to say it. He sighs as he looks Simon directly in the eye.

Erik: Well, so say that they weren’t exactly thrilled about bringing in a novice would be an understatement. They didn’t say “no”, but they didn’t exactly agree to it either.

Simon: I admit, I wasn't expecting them to jump for joy at the idea. Although...

Simon pauses, and then scratches his head, as a thought comes to mind.

Simon: When we spoke three weeks ago, you told me that past accolades were being taken into consideration - which I knew would harm Natalie's chances of being offered a contract. But let me ask you something: what is Liz Smalls, if not a novice?

Erik: I brought that up to them as well, but it seems Delia has her claws in Mark, and she persuaded him to allow her the match. Politics are alive and well, but I can’t say anything without being accused of returning to old ways… Plus, Liz Smalls has a way of drawing in money. Just her appearance two weeks ago boosted ratings, and then when she actually competed?

Erik sighs and leans off of the wall, with an almost apologetic stance as he clasps his hands together in front of himself.

Erik: I haven’t given up, but as you can see there wasn’t much to report. Could you maybe feed me some facts about her to which I might be able to persuade them in the right direction?

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: That depends on what sort of facts about Natalie it is that you're after; I don't know what her vital statistics are, if that's what you had in mind - although I doubt that Christian would be interested in those, anyway.

Erik: Yes, I would hazard the same guess. But, I mean, what can you tell me about her? What makes her truly unique aside from her physical stature? You obviously know her far better than I do, so maybe you could just shed a little light on her for me?

Simon: I may know Natalie better than you do, but it's not like I'm her biographer - I've only known her for about two and a half months.

Simon sighs.

Simon: But okay, let me have a think.

Simon then rubs his chin.

Simon: The first, and most obvious, thing that comes to mind, is that, like me, Natalie is British - more specifically, she's Welsh; if Mark gets the green light for that world tour he is trying to convince yourself and Christian to take SCW on next year, it could be helpful to have another Brit on the roster. And especially as Mark has already stated that he wants to stage four shows in the UK - including one in Natalie's hometown of Cardiff.

Erik slowly nods his head as he listens to the facts that Simon feeds him. He finds a few of them intriguing as he takes in a deep breath as he forms a plan in his head.

Erik: Like I said last time, I cannot make any promises. But, Mark always does tend to favor the idea of more British talent in SCW. And you do bring up a good point about this world tour…

Erik suddenly looks as if he has had a stroke of genius. He claps his hands together before patting Simon heartily on the shoulder.

Erik: Money talks around here! Money talks, Mr. Jones!

Erik briskly walks out of the view of the camera, chuckling to himself as he repeats it one more time on his way down the hallway. Simon raises an eyebrow out of curiosity as he watches Erik disappear down the hallway. Simon then mutters something under his breath, barely audible.

Simon: Money talks, alright - and bullshit walks; I just hope he shows that he is not full of the latter.

Simone: Famous last line in the making right there! But one has to wonder how right he might be!

Adams: Erik Staggs is a busy, busy man tonight!


As the night is almost drawing to a close the cameras go backstage to find Vixen still on her one woman hunt to track down Odette Stevens. Turning a corner the true Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion eyes finally lay on her target, approaching Odette Stevens from behind Vixen is almost cat like before she finally loses her cool.

Vixen: ODETTE!!!!

Odette turns around but it was the wrong thing to do as out of nowhere Vixen pounces on her and starts to hammer into the Aussie Bombshell with left and right punches. As Odette tries to cover up Vixen just starts unleashing more and more. As the two Bombshells are rolling around on the floor trying to rip each other’s throats out the cameras pick up on everything they are saying.

Vixen: You think you can steal from me?

Odette: Oh Boo fucking hoo, poor little Vixen, poor little Vixen.

The two make it up to their feet and Odette is quick to dash off.

Adams: She’s running away.

Simone: Typical.

Vixen is in hot pursuit as she chases down Odette grabbing a steel chair on her way. Odette is quick to duck around a corner. As Vixen comes steaming around the bend she is met with jug of hot water thrown at her face, that has come off the refreshment table. Taking the advantage Odette gets down on top of Vixen and starts smashing her head into the hard cement flooring.

Vixen: WHERE'S MY BELT?

As Odette is smacking into Vixen the two girls can be heard screaming at each other.

Odette: OH Honey I put it where you belong... in the fucking trash and if you want it so badly you should go home and fucking find it.

With those words spilling from Odette’s lips something inside Vixen snaps and the NXT Bombshell over powers Odette. Mounting her fallen adversary, Vixen begins to slam hard rights against Odette who tries to cover her head. The rights continue as Odette pushes Vixen away enough to roll slightly.

Adams: Is that blood...

Simone: I think that Vixen might have broken Odette's nose.

Adams: Vixen's really getting vicious out there...someone stop her.

Just as Vixen is going to completely take out Odette a number of SCW officials and superstars come rushing out to separate them both. Spike comes rushing onto the scene he holds Vixen back and checks on her face after having hot water splashed on it before turning to stare a hole into Odette. Making his way up behind Odette Gabriel pushes the staff members that are holding her back away from her, quickly checking on her and her bleeding nose he stands between Odette and Vixen livid. Spike is quick to do the same.

Adams: OH HERE WE GO!!!!

Simone: This is complete madness!!!

Adams: IT’S GOING TO GET REAL UGLY NOW.

As Spike and Gabriel start to step up towards each other more superstars pour out from their locker room making a divide between the two. Sending the hot headed males back to the side of their partners.

Vixen: This isn’t over Odette.

Odette: You think? This isn’t over until I fucking say it’s over...

As the two go to lunge for each other again they are both grabbed and stopped in their tracks. The scene is quickly forced to pan away from the chaos that has just unfolded backstage.


Simone: It's time for some Bombshell Triple Threat action, Jason. The superhero, the nurse and the bitch of hardcore are about to square off!

Adams: I'm loving all the nicknames.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman our next match is a Bombshell Triple Threat match. The first one to score the pinfall or submission will be your winner!

Get Well Soon by Reggie & The Full Effect? blasts all over the speakers. As it does the beautiful Cindy Warren emerges from the back accompanied by her husband James.

Justin Decent: Introducing first...weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds...From Charlotte, North Carolina. She is The Nurse....CINDY WARREN!

Adams: It's always nice when the Nurse is in the house.

Simone: You would say that, but she's had a rough go here in SCW so far. Her last match ended in a no contest with Vixen. Somehow, I don't think things are going to go too well for her here tonight facing these two women.

Cindy smiles as she is wearing a stethoscope around her neck. She holds the end to the crowd to check the life of the crowd and they welcome her with loud cheers. She grins as she stretches her arms out and slaps the hands of the people cheering her on. She slides into the ring and slowly rises to her feet. She proudly raises her hands in the air and waits for her opponents to enter.

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

Simone: Jade is looking to get a win tonight, but she's got some tough competition going against the former two time bombshell champion in Roxi.

Adams: The bitch of hardcore can do it! I have faith!

Justin Decent: Introducing next...Weighing in at one hundred twenty eight pounds...From Daytona Beach, Florida...The Bitch of Hardcore...JADE MANENDEZ-ARCADOR!

Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm. Jade then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the centre of the ring for their opponent.

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area.

Adams: Wooo! The superhero is in the house now. Who needs saving.

Simone: I do...From the idiot sitting next to me.

Justin Decent: And their opponent..Weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds...From Tampa, Florida...ROXI JOHNSON!

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. Her music comes to a close as all three women circle each other in the ring and referee Jasmine St. John calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Jade quickly kicks things off against Cindy. I think she wants to face Roxi all by herself.

Adams: Or she wants to pin the underdog in this one.

Jade wastes no time, lunging at Cindy, nailing her with an elbow to the temple. Cindy stumbles back, holding her head, but Jade doesn't let up. She delivers a boot to the midsection backing Cindy into the corner, delivering a series of elbows, never letting up. Roxi stands back for a moment, observing the situation. Roxi then charges at both Jade and Cindy, but Jade ducks just in time and Roxi runs right into Cindy with a clothesline in the turnbuckle. Cindy crumples down to the mat as Jade starts the assault Roxi.

Adams: Ooh...That couldn't have felt good.

Jade grabs Roxi by the arm, twisting and wrenching it around. Roxi yells out in pain for a moment, before Jade kicks her in the side, then whips her across the ring. Roxi rebounds back and Jade attempts the clothesline, but Roxi ducks, running against the opposite set of ropes. She leaps on to the second rope, flying back and delivering a springboard hurricanrana to Jade! The crowd goes wild as Roxi quickly crawls over to Jade and covers her, hooking her leg. Jasmine drops down for the count!

1..

2..Jade gets her shoulder up.

Simone: First pin attempt in the books, but I think it's going to take a lot more than that.

Over the corner, Cindy is pulling herself back to her feet, watching as Roxi and Jade are now delivering a series of punches back and forth, having gotten back to their feet.

Adams: The Nurse looks like she doesn't know where she's at. Maybe she needs a brain scan!

Simone: Yeah and maybe you do, too. But, I doubt they'd find anything because you don't have one.

Adams: Sure I do...It rattles around in there when I bop my head side to side!

Cindy looks around, then jumps up to the top rope, standing high. The crowd roars with approval as Jade and Roxi fight their way towards her, until at the right moment, Cindy leaps off, delivering a missile dropkick that nails both women and they all crash to the mat!

Simone: Nice maneuver there by Cindy. Wasn't expecting that!

Adams: The nurse can fly. Nice!

The crowd is on their feet, cheering and hollering as all three women try to regain their barings back. All three are on their knees, but Jade is near Cindy and she delivers a right hand to the jaw. Cindy shakes her head and moves her jaw a bit, trying to recover, when Roxi leaps from behind Jade, slamming her head into the mat, before she gets her own shot at Cindy Warren. Roxi pulls Cindy up by her hair. She takes her by the arm and whips her across the ring. Cindy rebounds back and when Roxi attempts a back body drop, Cindy reverses and turns it into a beautiful sunset flip following by the roll up and Jasmine drops down for the count again!

1..

2..

3- No! Jade saves Roxi, and the match, as she crashes into Cindy, pulling her off the former Bombshell Champion.

Simone: That was a close one. It was almost over!

Jade quickly delivers a DDT to Cindy before she drops down for the pin attempt and Jasmine once again starts the count.

1…

2...Roxi crashes into Jade, interrupting the count.

Adams: And Roxi with a bit of payback.

Jade gets to a sitting position quickly, looking frustrated and as Roxi goes to pull her back to her feet, she pulls her down and rolls her up, and Jasmine drops down once again.

1…

2…

3!NO!- Roxi kicks out at the last second, saving the match from ending. Jade yells out in frustrating as she pulls herself back to her feet with the help from the ropes and Roxi gets back to her feet as well. Cindy has made it back to her feet also and she takes the opportunity to charge right at Jade!

Adams: Where does Cindy keep coming from? She disappears...then comes back!

Simone: She is part of this match, Jason.

Jade notices Cindy coming at her just in time and she ducks, lifting Cindy up and sending her flying over the top rope! Cindy crashes to the floor outside as the crowd cheers. Jade looks down at a motionless Cindy and grins, when Roxi clobbers her from behind. Roxi grabs a fist full of Jade's hair, but Jade delivers a vicious elbow that hits Roxi right in the side of the face. Jade spins around and shoves Roxi away from her and the crowd boos her.

Simone: I think the fans have definitely forgiven Roxi for that Cyrus debacle. They're behind her one hundred percent.

>Adams: So am I! Let's go Roxi!

Roxi keeps her footing as Jade storms over to her, but Roxi kicks her in the stomach, then delivers a nice uppercut, sending Jade back just a bit. Roxi then follows it up with a beautiful spinning heel kick that sends Jade crashing down to the mat. Roxi quickly runs over to the corner. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle, standing up and balancing for a minute as she eyes Jade.

Adams: I think the superhero is about to fly! Yes!

Simone: I think I agree with you, Jason, but she needs to hurry.

Jade remains on her back on the mat and in one great leap, Roxi flies off the top turnbuckle with a three-sixty splash, but Jade gets her knees up at the last second, and Roxi pays the price!

Simone: Ouch! That HAD to hurt.

Adams: Ya think?

Jade rolls over and quickly crawls over to Roxi going for the pin. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1…

2..Roxi kicks out, but she's still feeling the effects of that three-sixty splace gone wrong.

Simone: I don't know how she managed to kick out of that one.

On the outside, Cindy Warren is slowly starting to come to, but it's clear the Nurse is hurting. She's holding her knee and a pained expression falls over her face as she starts getting back to her feet.

Simone: I think Cindy may have landed on her knee wrong a bit ago. This might not be good for the nurse.

Adams: Her husband is a doctor. He can fix her right up!

Jade, meanwhile, is getting back to her feet, pulling Roxi with her by her hair. Roxi is holding her midsection as Jade whips her across the ring into one of the corners. Roxi's back crashes against the turnbuckles and Jade charges across the ring, finally crashing against Roxi. She begins delivering a series of hard shoulders to Roxi's midsection, further aggravating Roxi's ribs.

Simone: Roxi's ribs are taking a serious beating tonight, Jason. Jade is taking full advantage of that.

Adams: That's the point. Find your opponents weakness and bring them down.

Jade backs up, then lifts her leg up, pressing her foot against Roxi's throat, choking her. Roxi fights it, and Jasmine orders Jade to break the hold. When she doesn't, Jasmine begins her mandatory count.

1
2
3
4...Jade backs away, holding her hands up and Jasmine warns her not to do it again or face disaqualification.

Adams: Man, Jade is a bad bitch. I don't think she'd mind getting disqualified though if it meant taking down Roxi Johnson.

Jade gets back on the assault, but Roxi elbows Jade, then tosses her into the corner. Cindy has gotten back to her feet on the outside. She's leaning on the apron right near Roxi and Jade. When Roxi backs Jade against the ropes, ready to send her across the ring, Cindy grabs a hold of Jade's ankle, tripping her down to the mat, then pulling her to the outside.

Simone: And Cindy is back in the game it seems.

Cindy slams Jade's head against the apron, then takes her by the arm and whips her into the steel steps. Jade's back bounces off of the steps hard, and she crumples to the floor while Cindy slowly slides in under the bottom rope back into the ring.

Adams: Come on, Jade get back up!

Cindy limps back to her feet, but not for long as Roxi grabs a hold of her, taking her down and locking in the Justice Lock! Cindy screams out, but she's unable to fight the hold!

Simone: Things aren't looking good for Cindy…

Jasmine checks on Cindy and just as she does, Cindy quickly taps out and submits. Jasmine immediately calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman your winner by submission...ROXI JOHNSON!

Simone: She did it folks! Roxi Johnson adds another win to her resume.

Adams: And Jade has no idea what happened.

On the outside, Jade slowly starts coming to, and looks into the ring, seeing Jasmine St. John holding Roxi's hand up in victory as her music starts playing once again. The fans cheer for their resident superhero and Jade just slams her fist down on the floor in frustration.


Backstage, the camera focuses on Odette Stevens. Odette stands in the locker room after the attack from Vixen, her eyes starting to darken from the attack. Odette picks up a steel chair, throwing it across the room, causing a huge crashing sound as it bounces off the wall. Gabriel walks in to the shot as Odette kicks at a bench. Gabriel puts his hands on Odette's shoulder, causing her to spin around with her fists clenched.

Gabriel: Someone looks like they could knock out a rhino.

Odette: I was thinking more of knocking out an annoying half blonde fox.

Odette turns away from Gabriel, kicking at a locker.

Gabriel: Relax sweetheart before you do more damage to yourself than Vixen did.

Odette turns around, anger on her face as she steps closer to Gabriel.

Odette: Look what she did to me.

Odette steps forward, tilting her head back. Gabriel puts his hand on Odette's cheek, looking at her nose. Gabriel shakes his head slowly, his face looking more serious. He moves his hands away from Odette's face.

Odette: If that fucking over glorified mole thinks that she can fuck with me, she sure as shit doesn't know who the fuck she is fucking with... I'm going to KILL HER.... I'm going to turn her perfect little world upside fucking down... I'm going to start with her----

Gabriel leans in, planting his lips on Odette's, stopping her in mid sentence. His hands move down her side to her hips, pulling her closer to him as he tilts his head. He moves his hands up Odette's back, pulling her body towards him. Gabriel lets go of the kiss, leaning his head backwards and moving his hands to Odette's cheeks. He puts his head on Odette's, whispering to her.

Gabriel: Don't worry, I got this.

Odette tries to centre herself while looking up into Gabriel's eyes, exhaling deeply she forgets all about her troubles for the moment as she presses her lips back up against his. That's where the SCW cameras leave the loving husband and wife.


Back at ringside, we're all set to begin our next match when Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system. Thick smoke and red strobe lights fill the backstage entrance before The Sin of Wrath himself appears from behind the curtain.

Simone: Uh oh...What is he doing here? I heard he wasn't going to be here tonight?

Adams: You're guess is as good as mine, but he looks pretty angry!

Simone: As if that is anything new? I've never seen this guy genuinely happy before.

Rage snarls as he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd and he starts making his way to the ring, ignoring any and all extended hands from fans wanting a high five. When he reaches the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron with help from the second rope, then steps over the top rope and into the ring. He quickly goes over to Justin Decent demanding a microphone.

Simone: I wonder what this is about. Rage normally doesn't address the fans in the ring.

Rage snatches the microphone out of Justin's hand then heads to the center of the ring, motioning for his music to be cut. It continues playing, which only pisses him off further.

Rage: Cut my music! Cut the damn music NOW!

A few seconds later his music dies down, and the crowd quiets as he paces around the ring, fuming. He raises the microphone to his lips, but continues to pace as he speaks.

Rage: I had HOPED I wouldn't have to be in this shithole tonight...

The crowd suddenly viciously boos him as he insults their hometown.

Rage: Yeah, boo me all you fucking like. I don't give a shit. As I was saying, I had HOPED I wouldn't have to be here, but after some things happened this week, I felt I'd make my presence known and make a little statement. A big statement actually.

Rage's nostrils flare and he cracks his neck as he ignores the boos.

Rage: You see, as of last week, I now have another problem to add to my list, next to that jackass, TJ Codair. I was expecting that match last week to go the way I had planned, but a certain problem got in the way, and well...Let's just say I'm not fucking happy about it.

Rage lowers the microphone and scratches his head. He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his anger starts to consume him again.

Rage: You see, I'm not big on the whole tag team scene anymore. Sure, I'm a former two-time tag team champion. Once with that dipshit Jamie Staggs, and the second time with Despayre, but things change. The only people I trust to work with are other Sins members, and for a pretty damn good reason, because look what happened last week!

Rage begins raising his voice as he thinks back to Climax Control last week when he teamed with Equinox against Andrew Garcia and TJ Codair.

Rage: There is a reason I didn't trust working with Equinox. There is a REASON I didn't want to work with Equinox in the first place, and Equinox did EXACTLY what I knew that piece of shit would do! He didn't do his part and it fucking cost us the match. But, you see, it's not the loss that I care about. It's the fact that Equinox...IS STILL FUCKING BREATHING!

Rage begins pacing back and forth faster, as his face starts turning a deep shade of red and you can practically see the steam pouring from his ears.

Rage: That circus freak reject...Your roulette champion, is walking around, running his fucking mouth claiming that I'm pissed over a simple loss. He's bitching and whining because he's too stupid to realize why I chokeslammed him after that joke of a match and now...now he's decided to challenge ME to a match.

Rage laughs a slow, evil laugh and smiles wickedly. He turns and faces the backstage entrance, sending a message out to Equinox.

Rage: Equinox, do you realize the mistake you just made? You see, you just did me a HUGE fucking favor, because you made my job a hell of a lot easier. One way or another, I was going to finish what I started last week, and if you want to sign your own death certificate by wanting this match...Have at it asshole!

Rage walks forward and leans against the ropes. He raises the microphone again, and continues to speak.

Rage: Ya know, Equinox, I don't know what it is with you and all those other assholes in the back thinking that I'd turn down a fight. I don't know why you all think that I'd actually turn down the chance kick someone's ass, because clearly, none of you know a damn thing about me, and if you think I'm some **air quotes** coward, you're out of your fucking minds! Someone wants to challenge me...Have at it guys, because I'm standing right here in this damn ring, welcoming the chance to beat the shit out of someone!

Rage takes a step back but he keeps his eyes locked on the backstage entrance.

Rage: So, Equinox...You want a match against me? You fucking got it asshole. But, don't be surprised when I completely destroy you, because that is what I intend to do. You won't even make it to Into The Void III to defend that precious title of yours. And, once I'm through with you...I plan to finish off TJ Codair...

The crowd cheers at the mention of TJ. Rage snarls but nods.

Rage: Oh yeah, TJ. Don't think I've forgotten about you, buddy. You and I have a lot of unfinished business and just know...I'm coming for you pal. They'll be wheeling you out of this ring on a damn stretcher once I'm through with you and you won't be coming back from it. You can count on that!

Rage leans against the ropes one last time, narrowing his eyes as he looks into the camera, sending a message backstage.

Rage: And to the rest of you worthless pieces of shit backstage, know this. Once I'm through dealing with these two idiots, I'm charging my way right back to the top where I belong, because one day very soon...That Heavyweight title will be back around MY waist where it belongs. You've got a problem with it...I dare you to try and stop me!

Rage then throws the microphone down as Monster by Skillet starts playing once again. He steps over the top rope and jumps down to the floor below, heading towards the back to a chorus of boos from the fans.


Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our following contest is...

Suddenly Justin is interrupted as EMF's "Unbelievable" cuts him off, blaring across the gymnasium's sound system! Heads turn toward the entrance as SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with cheers and fanfare by the capacity crowd in Tucson!

Adams: Da boss man is in da HOUSE!

Simone: What is wrong with you man!?

Adams: Cable box got stuck on the BET network.

Twirling a house mic in his fingers like a baton, Christian starts down towards the ring, slapping some hands along the way. Arriving at the ringside area, Christian looks out around at the fans who are cheering for his appearance. He smiles briefly before turning back around and then climbs up the steps and once on the ring apron, he pauses to look out to the fans before stepping between the top and middle rope.

Simone: We all know Christian had announced his intentions to address what happened last week with Odette Ryder. I can only assume that is what he is out here for tonight.

Adams: I wouldn't be Odette Ryder for anything right now.

Christian paces back and forth for a moment, watching them before he raises the house mic up and tilts his head to the side, addressing Erik.

Christian: Alright! I think we all know why I'm out here. Last week, we saw Odette Stevens sink lower than she ever has before, and that includes her usual spot on her knees in regards to how she convinced Gabriel to ever marry her!

The crowd cheers and laughs.

Adams: BURN!

Christian: You see, Odette is the type of mega diva that makes the Kardashians look like the Amish. The poor thing just couldn't stand to see any other Bombshell in the spotlight, she watched and waited until the top woman herself was vulnerable, and BAM!

A brief video on the SCW-Tron showcases the vicious attack on Vixen at the hands of Odette! Cut to a brief scene of Odette striking Jasmine St. John with the Bombshell title belt, and finally it closes with Odette exiting the building with the belt that did not belong to her. The video ends and Christian is standing in the center of the ring, looking towards the entrance and beckoning toward it with his hand.

Christian: Come on Odette! We don’t have all night and the longer you make me wait the higher your fines will rise.

As Christian continues to pace back and forth in the ring the fans in arena give of a mixed reaction. Half of them booing the impending arrival of Odette Stevens, while the other half are loudly chanting Christian’s name.

Adams: Oh dear, Odette better get out here soon with Vixen’s title belt or things will not be good for her.

Simone: Do you really think she cares Jason?

Adams: I’m going to lock in No and hope that’s the right answer here?

Simone: Bingo...

Just as Christian goes to lift the microphone up to his perfect lips once more a loud BANG is heard through the person address system before “Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” The spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of boos can be heard but a chorus of male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of the resident Aussie bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. “Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me” as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp.

Adams: She’s making Christian wait... this isn’t going to end well I can feel it.

Simone: I hope he fires her ass.

Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena disgusted, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down to the cold steel ramp Odette completely ignores the fans reaction towards her. Screwing up her face as she looks out into the sea of ungrateful losers, her black ripped jeans hug so tightly to her glittery skin as the lighting in the arena slowly starts to return back to normal. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can’t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette’s super tight top. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the opposite side of the ring from Christian. Signaling over to Justin she beckons him to come towards her, as he theme dies down from the personal address system. Christian stands back and watches as Odette whispers something into Justin’s ear.

Simone: Oh what’s going on now?

Justin looks at Odette reluctantly but exhales loudly as he brings the microphone to his lips.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, it gives me a great pleasure to introduce to you the current holder of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship.... from beautiful sunny Queensland Australia... She is the one and only Odettteeeee Steeeeeveeeeens.

Clapping as Justin finishes her introduction Odette grabs the microphone out of his hands and turns on her large pin point heels now looking at her boss with a massive million dollar smile on her face.

Simone: Is she freaking kidding me?

Adams: Dat ass in those tight tight jeans Belinda... makes me get tight tight jeans.

Simone: You repulse me.

The fans continue to boo as Odette slowly makes her way towards Christian who is looking at her dumbfounded.

Christian: Seriously Odette, seriously?

Looking at him she just shrugs her shoulders before bringing the microphone up to her glossed lips.

Odette: Well to be honest it’s not a lie now is it? I am the current holder of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship. That’s right not Electra, not Vixen...

Christian: Quit playing around Odette.

Odette: Oh I’m not playing around pink flamingo.

Christian: Good. That's good. Because right now I don't have the patience to play games with a tart that has about as much class as an empty school during summer!

The crowd cheers as Odette blinks, the arrogant smile fading from her lovely face briefly, at the dig in her direction.

Christian: Now maybe when I sent those faxes and texts and every other little way imaginable to you, ordering the return of the Bombshell Championship belt, I thought to give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe all the ways I made the attempts somehow short circuited in a mass freak accident. That or the cheap coloring you buy for your gray hair at the Wal-Mart bargain bins has finally soaked through and you forgot how to operate anything more complex than a toaster!

The fans cheer as Odette feigns indifference towards the insults directed toward her, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as Christian continues.

Christian: You are already in deep enough shit for striking an official! Now what I should have done is just turn Jasmine loose on you and enjoy the show! But I thought it prudent to keep things under the table, you know -- the same place you usually find yourself during contract negotiations.

Adams: Hoo hoo hoo! Oh please someone tell me they're saving this transcript!

Christian: So consider yourself lucky you're just getting fined when I should be suspending your ass! I would have too but Mark and Erik both think it'd be better for business to simply watch and wait to see you crash and burn!

Odette starts to speak but Christian holds a finger up in her face, cutting her off.

Christian: I’m only going to ask this one more time, now where is the Bombshell Championship belt?

Giggling into her microphone Odette looks pleased with herself as she looks up at her boss from underneath her long black eye lashes.

Odette: You see that’s the thing Chris... I don’t have it anymore.

Christian: What do you mean you don’t have it anymore?

Flicking a long lock of her brown hair over her shoulder Odette can’t help but smile proudly at herself.

Odette: I think it’s pretty self explanatory... I don’t have your precious little belt anymore... I mean I know where it is, but why do you think I would even begin to tell you? I owe you nothing Christian and if you think that you can bully me into paying your stupid little fines... you have another thing coming.

Christian: You’ll pay them or you’ll be dismissed.

Crowd: FIRE HER, FIRE HER, FIRE HER!

Letting the fans get carried away with their chant Odette just encourages them but taunting them.

Odette: Fire me? Fire me? That would make you happy wouldn’t it Christian, I mean getting rid of the only fucking bombshell on this roster that can actually see what you’re doing and how bent and fixed you really are. That would be your ultimate delight wouldn’t it? Well get this through your thick skull I’m not going anywhere because of your say so... trust me.

Adams: Oh boy...

Simone: And the Gabriel in Odette comes out.

Odette: Here’s the thing Christian, you can throw all the fines you want in my direction, you can fine me for walking out of Climax Control with Vixen’s Championship... and I say that very loosely... you can fine me for putting my hands on Jasmine... you can fine me for every day that the Bombshell Championship belt is missing, but when are you going to realize that money isn’t a thing to me? Hell I’ve spent more on shoes than you have spent on your entire house... so hand out your petty fines, hand out your punishment... but know this... you will never get the better of me you will never break me and you will never set eyes on your precious little Bombshell Championship again, until I’m fucking ready to hand it back over... do you understand that?

Christian: Listen here you rabies infested BITCH!

The crowd cheers again!

Christian: You can brag about all the money you have or possess, I don't give a damn! I can just increase the fines on a daily basis and if that doesn't bother you, well there's always Plan B.

Odette: Plan B? Cute. And what may I ask is that?

Christian: Glad you asked! Because you just admitted LIVE, right on camera, that the Bombshell title belt is the property of Sin City Wrestling. You even spoke that you STOLE it from Vixen's possession! Stole, as in theft of personal belonging. You get what I'm saying toots?

Odette frowns for a brief moment as the crowd murmurs. Christian steps in closer.

Christian: I'm talking about illegal theft. The contacting of police, and somehow I can't but imagine how Immigration might feel about this whole sordid situation. It makes me wonder just how that husband of yours would feel if his wife ended up deported!

The crowd cheers as Odette's eyes open wide at the very real threat being made!

Odette: You wouldn't DARE!

Christian: Then you obviously don't know me, girl, because unless that belt is handed back to SCW offices in...

But Christian never has the chance to finish as Gabriel hops the barricade with a steel chair in hand and slides into the ring behind Christian!

Adams: LOOK OUT!

Christian hears the screams of warnings from the fans and turns around -- and Gabriel busts the chair down across his skull!

Adams: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

Simone: Is he insane!? Gabriel just hit the Co-Owner of SCW with a chair!

The crowd is in an uproar of boos as Christian goes down like he was shot! A gash is immediately seen on his forehead and crimson flows as Gabriel and Odette BOTH begin to kick and stomp down onto his prone body! Gabriel throws the chair down and then kneels down at his head and grabs Christian's now-blood soaked hair and holds his face up and throws several hay makers around into his forehead, further worsening the wound! Gabriel grabs the limp form of the boss and picks him up into an upside down position and gets a running start...!

Adams: Jesus! he just nailed Christian with the Avada Kadavra!

Simone: This is disgusting! Where the hell is security!?

Gabriel then digs his nails into the wound, gouging away at it and causing an even heavier flow of blood! Gabriel grabs Christian around the arms and hauls him to his feet and holds him, allowing a smug and smiling Odette to slap him hard in the face, adding insult to grave injury! Odette then holds her hand up, stalling her husband and she begins digging in her purse.

Adams: Oh what now!?

And she removes a perfume bottle and she immediately sprays it into Christian's eyes!

Simone: NO!

Christian thrashes and falls to the mat, flaying now, holding his eyes as Odette points down at him and laughs!

Adams: Oh to Hell with this!

Simone: Jason!

Jason Adams pulls his head set off and throws it and jumps the table to intervene, just as the crowd starts cheering as some of the SCW Superstars, including Ben Jordan, Simon Jones and Spike Staggs race down the aisle! Vixen is right there with them, along with Jessie Salco! Gabriel and Odette dive out of the ring as it is swarmed with the wrestlers, officials, and now 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward himself and Erik Staggs! Gabriel has a sinister smirk on his face as he backs up the aisle, with his wife right at his side, her arms held out in self presentation as the crowd boos and throws debris in their direction!

Simone: This has to be one of the most disgusting things I have... we need help out here!

Mark is leaning over the ropes, shouting towards the back and waving his arm! Erik and Spike are attempting to keep Christian still and pull his hands away from his eyes that had the perfume sprayed directly in them! Paramedics race down as quickly as they can, wheeling a gurney along the aisle! The wrestlers assist the paramedics in getting the stretcher inside of the ring. The crowd is completely still and silent, watching is shock as the medical personnel, staff and competitors work on helping the injured and blinded Christian Underwood...

Simone: Okay, we need to get away from this. the fans watching from home don't need to see this! Cut to commercial or something damn it!

Scene exit...


The camera returns to the broadcaster's booth where sits Belinda Simone and Jason Adams.

Simone: We are just moments away from the final match of the evening, and we are drawing things to a close with championship gold on the line.

Adams: Yes! The Bombshell tag titles! When's the last time we saw the belts defended?

Simone: It's admittedly been awhile. I understand there was talk amongst the staff whether or not to continue with the division, and that's why we haven't seen the Freakettes in action for awhile.

Adams: Yeah but lately there's been a lot of interest in the Bombshell tag gold!

Simone: And that is exactly why we're here tonight with the titles on the line.

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

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. 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 Traci awaits and she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for their opponents to arrive.

Simone: It was only right with the recent resurgence in the Bombshell tag team division, that the first to get the championship opportunity be the former champions themselves, Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas.

Adams: Do you think the way Traci was able to handle 'Rock' Rose is still playing on the champions' minds?

Simone: It should. Nobody has ever been able to womanhandle the 260 plus pound Rock Rose the way Traci did, and if that effort is downplayed, we may have new champions walking out of Tucson here tonight.

The lights dim throughout the arena as the opening bass of Alice Cooper's "School's Out" filters in through the PA system. Rainbow colored fireworks explode in front of the stage as the curtains are abruptly parted. The first figure to enter is the scowling behemoth "Rock" Rose, who pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking herself in the pyro while flexing her bulging biceps before an awestruck crowd. She stomps forth after the brief pause followed by the decidedly more energetic blonde Felony Fontana, who bounces back and forth, bursting into short dance steps, smiling and seeming to enjoy herself. Arriving at ringside, Rose enters first and holds the ropes open for her diminutive partner who jumps through and promptly climbs to the top rope extending her arms in acknowledgement of the crowd.

Simone: The Freakettes have been dealing with some criticism lately that their being the champions has damaged the tag team division.

Adams: How!? It's not their fault they weren't being booked regularly.

Simone: Misty herself sparked that little debate on Twitter recently. She stated The Freakettes destroyed the tag team titles.

Adams: Big deal. People were saying the same thing about her and the Bombshell singles title.

Justin Decent steps into the center of the ring, along with referee Drew Patton checking the grapplerettes.

Justin: The following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championship!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first the challengers! Accompanied by Katie Patterson, at a total combined weight of 270 pounds, the team of Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas!

The crowd cheers as Mercedes and Traci applaud one another and exchange high fives.

Justin: Their opponents are the reigning Bombshell Tag Team Champions! At a combined weight of 363 pounds, Rock Rose and Felony Fontanna, the Freakettes!

There are scattered boos and applause both for the champions as the two women hold up the tag title belts for all to see, before surrendering them to the official as Justin exits the ring. Drew holds the belts up high before passing the gold out to Justin, and as Rose and Traci exit the ring to the apron, the bell is called for!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: I had figured the champions would have started off with the bigger of the two, but it's Felony kicking things into gear.

Adams: Maybe they're looking to try something new and throw people off guard? Like when I have salad at the buffet. Nobody expects that!

And at the sound of the opening bell, Felony and Mercedes immediately charge from out of their respective corners and toward one another! They jump and collide in midair with dual attempts at high cross bodies but slam into one another and land in a heap on the canvas! Albeit stunned, neither woman allows the collision to deter them as they scramble on the mat and start swinging at one another, grabbing at each others hair and throwing fists against each other's heads and bodies!

Simone: And it's started off wild right from the opening bell!

Adams: You bet it has! Catfight!

The two smaller women of their respective teams fight their way to their feet, still swinging, scratching and clawing, and find themselves in a lock up, struggling to gain supremacy for their respective teams. Mercedes, the stronger of the two, backs Felony back against the ropes and Drew calls for the break.

Simone: Will we get a clean one?

At Drew's count of three, Mercedes backs off, when the spitfire Felony grabs her by two handfuls of hair and drags her back around against the ropes.

Adams: From Mercedes, yes! Felony, not so much!

Indeed as Felony ignores Drew and she lays in three forearm shots to Mercedes's sternum. Felony then goes for an Irish whip but Mercedes reverses it and as Felony comes off the far side, Mercedes brings her over with a Japanese armdrag. Mercedes then grabs hold of her and sends her into the ropes, and attempts a hiptoss takeover but Felony lands on her feet and kips up, monkey flipping Mercedes over but Vargas is the one who lands on her feet!

Simone: Such agility!

Both women spin around, engaging in a stare down as the crowd applauds the fast paced start to this title match!

Crowd: This is awesome! *claps* This is awesome! *claps*

Felony quickly doubles Mercedes over with a boot to the stomach and Irish whips her into the ropes. Mercedes comes off and hooks Felony's arms and pivots around, bringing her down in a backslide pinfall attempt.

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Felony wriggles free but keeps hold of Mercedes's arms and takes her over with a double arm drag. Mercedes is right up and Felony goes for a dropkick but Mercedes dodges it and Felony crashes to the canvas and Vargas attempts another quick cover.

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Felony kicks out and rolls back so that Mercedes is on her back with Fontanna herself on top for the cover.

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Mercedes kicks out.

Simone: This fast paced start is unbelievable so far. Mercedes and Felony are both giving it their all to gain the first advantage.

Adams: Well yeah! They both want to walk out with the tag gold!

Felony assists Mercedes to her feet with a handful of hair and trunks and sends her into the ropes and Vargas comes off, using Felony's own tactics against her by jumping, grabbing two handfuls of Felony's blond tresses and spinning her around tilt-a-whirl X Factor!

Adams: Cool move!

Simone: And the challengers have the advantage!

As Rose calls out to her partner, Mercedes drags Felony over and quickly tags in Traci. Traci grabs the smaller Felony and sends her into the near corner, and follows in with a leap, crushing her diminutive body with an Avalanche splash! Traci then hooks her arms around Felony's form and brings her over with a gut wrench suplex. Traci covers her and hooks the leg.

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Felony gets her shoulder up.

Traci throws three clubbing forearms down across Felony's back and hauls her to her feet, then military presses her over her head.

Simone: What a display of power!

Adams: Not really. Felony only weighs about 35 pounds!

Traci then goes to dump her down with a slam but Felony holds onto her arm and brings her over with another arm drag maneuver. Felony jumps to her feet and dashes off of the ropes and leaps over Traci's back for a sunset flip, but Traci puts the brakes on and pulls Felony up by the neck. Traci then grabs her off of her feet in a bear hug and rams her back into her own corner, tagging Mercedes back in.

Simone: Some great teamwork is being displayed on the part of the challengers.

Adams: Felony needs to get the tag here and soon.

Before a double team can begin, Felony fights back, throwing fists at Traci, then grabs the larger woman in a side headlock. Felony also kicks her legs up and scissors Mercedes's own head and takes both challengers over with a London Bridge! Felony then somersaults over and tags Rock Rose into the match!

Adams: And the big lady is finally in!

The powerful 'Rock' charges in and scoops first Traci up and drives her down with a hard body slam, then repeats the move on Mercedes! Rock then grabs Mercedes and hauls her up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry and wheels her around in an airplane spin, using Mercedes to clobber her own partner along the way before she collapses back, driving Vargas down with a Somoan drop! Rose turns over and covers Vargas!

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Mercedes gets the shoulder up!

Simone: You have got to respect the fighting spirit of Mercedes Vargas! She has nothing to lose in this match but everything to gain.

Adams: Yeah! Even if she doesn't walk out of here as the tag team champ, she's still the number one challenger to the roulette title!

Rose pulls the stunned Mercedes up and fires her off into the far corner, but Vargas jumps to the middle turnbuckle and jumps over her in a flying sunset flip attempt!

Adams: Not smart on a woman Rock Rose's size!

But Traci Patterson uses the same corner to jump off of and clothesline the off balance Rock Rose, sending the giantess toppling over for Vargas' pinfall attempt!

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Rose kicks out!

Simone: I truly think it throws Rock Rose off her game plan when her opponents are able to take her down like that!

Adams: Not that it ever happens that often!

Traci and Mercedes grabs Rose by her huge arms and send her into the ropes. They link arms for a double clothesline but Rose cuts them off fast by clotheslining them instead! Traci rolls out of the ring as Rose scoops Mercedes and body slams her down to the mat. Rose then tags Felony and holds Vargas down as Fontanna proceeds to climb to the top of the champions's corner. Felony then leaps off and lands with her back across Mercedes's sternum in a senton! Rose steps outside as Felony covers Mercedes.

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Mercedes kicks out!

Adams: Woo! Close call!

Felony pulls Mercedes to her feet and twists her arm into an arm wringer. Felony then runs up the ropes and uses the top rope to springboard into a back flip and armdrag takedown. Mercedes is lucky enough to be close to her corner and Traci tags herself in. Traci climbs inside and Felony tries going after her but Patterson brings a knee up into her gut, stopping her quickly. Traci then brings a forearm down across her back, knocking her to her knees. Traci sends her into the ropes with an Irish whip and swings but this time Felony ducks under attempts a Crucifix takedown, then slides down with a sunset flip attempt but Traci remains upright! Rock Rose then climbs inside and with a big boot, she knocks Traci down into the sunset flip pin and steps back out!

Simone: What's fair is fair! The challengers did the same thing to Rose earlier in this contest!

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Traci kicks out!

Felony grabs Traci by the boot and drags her over toward the champions's corner and tags Rose back in. The crowd applauds!

Simone: Oh the crowd is on its feet now!

Adams: They seem to really get a kick out of seeing these two amazons fighting, huh?

Rock Rose grabs Traci and hauls her to her feet and headbutts her right between the eyes, sending her crashing to her back. Rose then drops a guillotine legdrop across Traci's upper sternum and neck area, then goes for the cover.

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Traci kicks out!

Rose then pulls her up and fires her off into the near corner. Rose charges in with a full head of steam but Traci dodges her and Rose strikes the corner chest first! Traci wraps her arms around her waist from behind and with a Herculean effort, brings the 6'4" amazon up and over with a release German suplex, bring the crowd to its feet!

Adams: She did it! OH MY GOD! Traci did it again!

Simone: She actually delivered a suplex to the amazon Rock Rose!

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Rose lands on the back of her head and neck and flops to her back and Traci covers her, hooking that tree trunk leg!

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Felony makes the save!

Simone: Had it not been for Felony Fontanna, we may have had new Tag Team Champions!

Traci tags Mercedes back in and the two women grab Rose in double front facelocks and they manage to bring her up and over, crashing heavily to the canvas with a double suplex!

Adams: Oh Rose is in trouble! How often does THAT happen!?

Mercedes covers Rose.

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Rose heaves her off!

Simone: What power on the part of Rock Rose!

But Mercedes is undeterred as she grabs Rose and tries an Irish whip but Rose counters, reversing it into an attempted short-arm clothesline. Mercedes ducks under for a float over DDT and Rose simply powers out, throwing her off! Rose then charges right at her but Mercedes performs a leg takedown that causes Rose's throat to hit the middle rope. With Rose's head halfway under the ropes, Mercedes grabs the top rope and catapults herself outside and her leg lands across Rose's neck. Mercedes poses for the crowd as they cheer and Rose tries to recover, unused to taking the brunt of the punishment. Mercedes then grabs her by the leg and tries to drag her closer to the ropes, but Rose powers her off, kicking her into the steel barricade!

Adams: Oh more examples of Rose's sheer power!

Stunned and hurt, but still a fighter, Mercedes quickly climbs up onto the top turnbuckle from the outside as Rose gets to her feet. Felony shouts and Rose turns around... Mercedes jumps for a flying body press but Rose catches her and delivers a powerslam from midair!

Adams: HOLY...!

Simone: What a counter! What power!

Now both women are down with their partners extending their hands for the tag! Drew is checking and he starts his mandatory count!

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And Rose tags Felony just as Mercedes tags Traci! Traci steps through the ropes and charges at her fresh faced opponent, swinging wildly but Felony ducks and jumps on Traci's wide back and she locks in a sleeper! Traci struggles and tries to pry Felony off but the smaller Bombshell is stuck to her like glue! Traci then opts for the simpler method and runs backwards into a corner, crushing Felony beneath her 140 plus pounds! Traci backs up and then charges her but Felony kicks her feet up to greet her. Traci grabs her feet, blocking the kick, then pulls her out quickly, causing Fontanna to fall and hit hard on her back!

Adams: Whoa! Bad fall!

Felony holds her back, her face one of pain, and Traci quickly grabs her and sets her up in position for a powerbomb, driving her hard into the mat in a sitout position!

Simone: Heart of Texas!

Traci keeps her down for the pin!

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Rose makes the save!

Adams: We almost had new champions!

Drew is immediately in front of Rose, ordering her back to her corner! Rock Rose argues vehemently but behind the referee's back, Traci sets Felony up in position for another powerbomb! She instead heaves her up and over in an Alley Oop maneuver, and Mercedes catches her on the way down with an RKO!

Simone: What a move! I have never before seen a double team maneuver like that!

Mercedes slips outside just as Rose relents and steps back through the ropes! Drew turns and sees Traci covering Felony for the pin!

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Rose starts back inside!
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Mercedes races in and jumps into Rose's arms, blocking her!
3!

Adams: They did it!

The bell rings as the crowd cheers along with scattered boos for the downfall of the former champions!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here are your winners, and NEW SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... TRACI Patterson AND Mercedes VARGAS!!!

Although shocked, Rose forgoes any post-match attack as her concern is more for her fallen partner! Drew has the title belts and presents them to Traci and Mercedes who embrace and hold aloft their newly regained titles!

Simone: Mercedes Vargas and Traci Patterson have indeed made history here tonight in Tucson, Arizona! They have become the first ever two-time Bombshell Tag Team Champions!

Rose helps her diminutive partner from the ring as Traci and Mercedes continue their celebrations inside of the ring!

Simone: What an eventful night we’ve had tonight! But, unfortunately it is time to say goodbye! I am Belinda Simone…

Adams: And I am Jason Ada…

Simone: I’m being told that there is an ambulance outside, ready to take Christian Underwood, can we get a live feed?


Cut to the scene at night outside of Tucson High where the rear doors of the ambulance stationed in the parking lot is closed, Erik Staggs seeing as accompanying Christian in the back with the paramedics. The lights begin flashing and the siren sounds as the emergency medical vehicle pulls out, Mark Ward watching with hands on hips. He slowly turns around and runs a hand down his face as he heads back inside as we fade out for the night.


Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Maggie, Lord MK, Court, Casey, Equinox, Liz Smalls, Simon Jones, Sean Jackson, Horace Jackson, Vixen, Tiami. Also again to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you great RPers that keep us going.