Necra holds the title in the air, as the crowd breaks into boos and cheers once again.

Simone: Necra is really pushing her luck isn't she?

Adams: She is, but I don't think any of them are crazy enough to face her tonight.

Necra paces the ring, watching the stage area waiting for anyone that comes toward the ring. She paces and watches it like a tiger waiting for a kill.

Necra: Well I guess it looks like none of my opponents for Violent Conduct II are even willing to step forward here tonight. We'll just have to wait for the destruction that will ensue in two weeks time then won't we? See you soon ladies...

The lights flicker off and on, and soon the arena is thrown into darkness. The lights come back up, and Necra is gone once again.

Simone: Where did she go?

Adams: I'm not sure but she is creepy.

Simone: I don't think she's human...

Adams: Either way she's creepy, and leaves everyone that meets her or even speaks with her in awe and a chill running up their spine at the same time.

Simone: We'll be back after this.

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We find our way inside of a larger looking office set up with a small conference table set up in the middle of the room. There are three chairs, each one containing a member of the Sin City Wrestling staff. We work our way around the table to see ???Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, to which the fans offer boos. We come to find Christian Underwood next, and the fans cheer. The cheers continue as we find Erik Staggs sitting in the last chair Each boss has a small set of papers in front of them, and Erik is the first one to speak up after adjusting the red tie around his neck.

Erik: On to the last order of business, shall we?

HS: Does it have to do with Football Manager, or midgets?

Erik: Ummm??? no? It has to do with???

HS: Then I'm gonna treat this like an Amy Marshall match and have a piss break.

Hot Stuff scoots his chair back, making a loud noise as he goes. Erik narrows his eyes in disgust as he flips over his agenda sheet. He laces his fingers together over the paper as he looks over to Christian.

Erik: Should he relinquish his vote to me, then I will gladly let him openly mock one of our Bombshells???

Christian: Oh, lighten up, will you? I figured you would know Mark well enough by now to see that he is joking. Besides, he should give his vote to me, since I know what he did last summer???

HS: Christ, it was one time, and Angelica didn't even warn me. I did not touch the crossdresser in any way.

Christian rolls his eyes in a sort of ???mmm hmmm" manner. Mark sits down quickly, flipping his paper over once more to see that there is a very sensitive topic up for discussion. He shakes his head as he leans back in his chair.

HS: Christ, I thought you was joking when you said we were going to discuss this. Since when do we let our stars or bombshells tell us how to run our product?

Erik: We don't, but when one of them has a damn good idea, I refuse to push it under the rug in favor of personal interests.

HS: Yes, SCW as a whole is a personal interest of mine, and I'm not going to let some self-important bitch tell me how to run it.

Erik: Good, then it is settled. We tape Delia's lips shut, and everyone walks away from this discussion happy???

Christian: Since when did this become a pissing contest? Should I get the tape measurer, or is there an actual reason you guys asked me to be here?

The voice of reason seems to calm the men down from what is turning into a rather heated debate. Christian turns his agenda page over as well, carefully reading the last order of business as he rolls his eyes. Before Christian can say anything, Erik speaks up.

Erik: The Mean Girls have been getting involved in all of these matches, attacking bombshells from behind, and bullying everyone on Twitter. They need to be stopped, and I won't sit by while they are allowed to cheat their way to championship!

HS: Hey, nice new Rolex. You can thank the Mean Girls for bringing in the money that gave you that fat quarterly bonus to afford it. People tune in to see what they're going to do next, so instead of holding a grudge over Delia accidentally knocking over a stage light onto you, maybe you should thank her.

Erik: Like HELL I will! I'd rather see them be forced to earn their titles fair and square. I propose that if any Mean Girl should interfere in one of the three title matches, they be stripped of their title, should they win. That way, they are forced to prove that they aren't full of shit when they claim they can win a match on their own.

HS: No bloody way, mate. Why should we enforce that when Misty just showed she ain't above interfering in matches herself? Your vendetta against the Mean Girls is borderline sick, Staggs. I vote a resounding fuck no to this one.

There is a long stare down between Erik and Mark as they both seem to have plenty to say, but are trying to remain somewhat professional. Their nostrils flare out as they look at one another, Erik cracking his knuckles with his fingers still laced together. Christian seems to take a moment to enjoy the fireworks before interjecting.

Christian: Hey I have an idea.

HS: Do tell.

Christian: Yeah. Why don't you two just wrestle naked in the mud and whoever wins, gets my sway?

Erik looks from Christian and then to Mark who shakes his head in disgust.

HS: Yeah now you know what the hell I go through on a daily basis.

Christian shrugs and smiles.

Christian: What? Its a good idea, and everybody wins! ... Well okay, I win. And isn't that what's important?

Erik stares at him, shaking his head.

Erik: Thank God I didn't eat before this meeting or else I think I would have just shown it off for everyone to see.

Christian shrugs, then casually glances over toward Mark and looks him up and down appreciatively. Christian again looks to Erik and smiles.

Christian: Trust me. Your loss.

HS: Alright, enough! How about we just end this little debacle so I can get out of here and visit the Bombshell locker room?

Christian: Finally managed to drill that hole into their shower, eh?

HS: Yeah, I mean, NO! Come on!

Mark slaps away at the itinerary in front of him and looks to both men.

HS: There is no way in hell that I'm allowing that freak haired hooch to tell me how the hell to run MY company!

Christian: Excuse me? YOUR company? Correct me if I'm wrong cupcake, but half of this company is mine! And the Marlboro Man here...

Christian jets a thumb toward Erik.

Christian: He's got a small percentage as well. So if it has to come down to a vote, then it sounds like I'm the tie breaker. And considering I doubt either of you boys are willing to go the length to sway my vote...

HS: projectile vomit alert!

Erik: gross.

Christian shrugs>

Christian: Then I guess I'm just going to vote by instinct. I'm with Erik.

HS: HA! wait... whatthefuck!?

Erik sits back with a self satisfied smirk on his face and Mark points at him but his eyes are on Christian.

HS: You're siding with him!? Against ME!?

Christian: Oh come on! It's not like you haven't sided against me a time or two!

HS: Name one time I voted with Erik against you! And DON'T bring up that attempt to book Geno Junior in that rubber thong match because...

Erik: Hell no!

HS: Exactly!

Christian: You two have no appreciation for great art! But aside from that, there's a very simple reason I'm voting for that stipulation to be added to the Mean Girls' title matches at Violent Conduct II.

HS: Reason being?

Christian: A championship represents the promotion. We want only the best to prove themselves worthy of being champions. If Delia or Liz or whoever win a title because their stooges interfere and help them, it doesn't cast our promotion in a very positive light, does it?

Erik steeples his fingers and nods with a smile.

Erik: Exactly.

Christian: However...

Christian turns from Mark to face Erik.

Christian: It wouldn't exactly be fair to pin these stips on the Mean Girls and leave their opponents wide open to do whatever they pleased. So...

Now its Erik's turn to frown as Mark turns his sharp smile onto Christian.

Christian: There's no reason why the same stipulation shouldn't be applied to their opponents. All of their opponents.

Erik: Are you serious?

Christian: Very. If the Mean Girls have to fight and win cleanly, then there's no reason why their opponents shouldn't have to be made to do the same.

Christian looks at Mark.

Christian: If their opponents cheat against them by outside interference in order to win, then THEY will get stripped of their titles. Agreed?

Mark smiles as he shakes his head.

HS: You sneaky little...

Christian: Then its settled! Now if you gents will excuse me...

Christian stands up.

Erik: Where are you going?

Christian smiles.

Christian: I have a peep hole in a shower of my own to enjoy.

And Christian makes his exit from the room as Erik turns to Mark.

Erik: That is one sick business partner you have there.

HS: Oh fine! he does something disgusting and suddenly he's MY business partner!

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SCW ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
EQUINOX ?? versus KRIS HALC versus RYAN KIDD versus GABRIEL ASAR

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Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Going For the Gold Tournament! It is a Triple Threat will be contested under 5 Count to Win Rules. Introducing first... from Webster, South Dakota, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 142 pounds, she is... ZUUUUUUUUUURIIIIIII JUUUUUUUUSTICE!!!

The lights change to an orchid tint as a voice comes over the loud speakers saying "No good deed goes unpunished." After the phrase is said, "Case of the Ex" sounds as Zuri Justice comes through the curtain with her twin sister right beside her and Mr. Carlson right behind them holding a trey. Zuri and Blanca run across the stage pumping up the crowd. The rejoin at the top of the ramp and descend down it. They greet the fans in the front row. Zuri and Blanca sprint down the rest of the ramp and slides into the ring. Zuri hops onto one turnbuckle as Blanca bounces on the ring ropes. Zuri poses for the crowd then hits a flawless backflip as Blanca starts a clapping chant. Zuri walks over to her butler and finishes putting on the rest of her ring gear as she waits for her opponent or match to begin.

Justin Decent: An her opponent, from Jersey Shore, New Jersey, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is ???The Jersey Devil Diva"... JOOOOOOOOOOOANNE CANNNNNNNNNELLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Bang Bang"(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nico Vega begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Justin Decent: And their opponent... hailing from San Juan, Puerto Rico, standing at 5 feet 5 inches, and weighing in at 115 pounds... CRRRRRRRYSSSSSSTALLLL HILLLLLLTOOOOOOOONNN!!!

All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one. The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out..

DING! DING! DING!

Crystal immediately shuffles behind Joanne Canelli, locking her arms around her waist when Zuri comes flying forward with a spinning heel kick that helps Crystal complete a German Suplex with added force. The audience cheers as the Mafioso beauty grips the back of her head, rolling around as Crystal drops down with a Leg Drop. Zuri watches for an opening as it appears she is trying to team up with Crystal. Once Crystal lets go of the Arm Bar she had locked on after the Leg Drop, Zuri charges at her with a Standing Dropkick that sends the second generation wrestler down to the ground. Zuri does a mocking hair flip as she takes a few steps back. She watches both opponents stirring on the mat, but Joanne is the unlucky one who gets up first. Zuri charges at her with a Clothesline, but Joanne ducks it and holds onto Zuri's waist as they bounce off of the ropes. She rolls back with a Victory Roll, holding on tightly for the pin as Jacob drops down.

Adams: Could this one be over already?!

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Simone: If this were a regular match, Joanne would be the challenger. Stranger things HAVE happened here in Sin City Wrestling. It is possible, but I think these bombshells have too much in them to let it quit so soon.

Zuri kicks out just as Crystal is there to break it up anyway. Crystal picks Canelli up by her hair and then flings her forward with a Snapmare. Just as she is about to plant a Dropkick to the small of her back, Zuri decides to repay Crystal for the ???help" by leaping up onto her shoulders. She spins around, and Crystal steadies her for a Powerbomb. Zuri nails a hard fist to Crystal's face, following it with an Eye Claw. She drops backward with a Headscissor that connects hard. Zuri stands up and does a Capoeira style Spinning Leg Drop. She drops down for the pin, but Joanne stops it from even happening, catching Zuri off guard with a One Handed Bulldog. She looks to both downed opponents with a smile and then she climbs onto the top rope. She measures it up and then turns around, connecting with a Corkscrew Leg Drop to Zuri, then she springs up and hits a Rolling Thunder on Crystal.

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Zuri sweeps Joanne off of Crystal and then falls backward into a standard Belly-to-Back Suplex. She releases it, sending Joanne flying into the ropes, folding up. She gets up and walks around, soaking in the chorus of cheers like none other. Once she is satisfied with the strength, she picks Crystal up and sends her into the ropes. As Crystal rebounds, Zuri leaps up, but Crystal catches her by surprise with a Tilt-a-Whirl, trying to convert it into a slam, but the squirrely Zuri doesn't let it land and goes around once more, trying to take her down with a Headscissors, but Crystal refuses to go down.

Simone: I am getting dizzy with this one... Will it ever end or will they just keep going around?

Adams: This reminds me of a time at the amusement park a while back where I ate a few too much cotton candy and corndogs and...

Simone: ... and you left it on the ride. I think the entire park staff remembers that one... No need to continue.

After the immovable object meets the unstoppable force, having repeated the ongoing reversal three times now, the wildcard factor finally kicks in when Joanne Canelli sweeps Crystal off of her feet, falling back hard with Zuri on top for the Lateral Press.

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Joanne doesn't stand by and let it go any further as she drags Zuri off by the hair. Joanne jumps back a few paces and then flips forward, wrapping her legs around Zuri's neck, coming up for a Hurricanrana, but Zuri won't allow it as she drops down into a Sitting Powerbomb position.

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Joanne crushes her knees against Zuri's head and then rolls backward. She bounces off of the ropes and delivers a Dropkick to Zuri's head, sending her backward. Joanne flips backward, bouncing off of the ropes in a Springboard fashion. She uses the momentum to propel herself forward with a Senton Splash. As Crystal gets up, Joanne catches her with an Enziguri that nearly takes her head off. Joanne looks over to the incapacitated Zuri and then she covers Crystal.

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

Adams: Why not pin both opponents at the same time? Make sure someone doesn't come and break it up.

Simone: It looks like Zuri Justice wants to do it in style. These ladies want to show off for the bosses to prove why they belong in this match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

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Joanne gets a leg up, breaking up the double pin. She rolls out from under, pulling Zuri off by the feet. Crystal crawls to the corner where she pulls herself up slowly, shaking out the cobwebs. Joanne backs Zuri into the corner, hammering her with a barrage of punches and kicks. Crystal tries to get over to them in time to break things up and get a few shots of her own in

Simone: Crystal is not about to be upstaged by the other two in her first officially billed match here in SCW.

Adams: Who would want something like that to be the first impression they leave on the bosses when they can actually see your face?

Zuri sees the distraction and lets loose a fury of punch after punch to Joanne's face. Joanne tries to fight back, but Zuri is too quick to fend off. This is when Crystal comes crashing into both opponents with a hard Avalanche that levels them both. She stomps on Joanne, and then returns the favor to Zuri. She picks Zuri off of the mat by the hair and flings her into the ropes As Zuri rebounds, Joanne grabs onto Crystal's leg, tripping her up a bit. Zuri passes over her opponents and then jumps up onto the top rope, dragging her opponent with her. She steadies herself on the second rope as she lifts tries to lift up Crystal with a Sitdown Powerbomb. As she is coming down, her foot gets caught in the ropes and she falls, her head colliding hard with the mat, landing on top of her opponent. She lies there motionless as Jacob Summers runs over to check on her.

Simone: Oh my... God! Is, is she okay? Somebody call down the medics!

Adams: Jacob is signaling for them, but technically, Zuri has a pin right now...

The fans are on their feet, looking over at Zuri who is not moving. By the time Jacob drops down for the rather unorthodox pin, Crystal kicks out. Crystal slowly gets up, seeing the medics rush to the ring, and she is confused. She turns to look for Joanne, only to quickly get hit with a boot to the gut to set up the Welcome to Jersey Shore! Crystal's head is tucked between Joanne's legs, and the fans cheer Crystal on, but it is to no avail as Joanne drops her on her head with a Reverse Tombstone Piledriver!

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Justin Decent: Your winner and final Going For the Gold winner??? JOOOOOOOANNNNNE CANNNNELLLLLLIIIIIII!!!

Adams: I hope that Zuri is okay after taking such a hard knock to the head.

Simone: I have to agree there, Jason. We hope to bring you good news on this matter later on. It looks bad, folks... This is the second hard knock taken tonight from hopefuls for the Going For the Gold championship spot tonight!

The crowd cheers their support for Zuri, and Joanne's victory as we fade out elsewhere.

SCW Tron turns on and we see Lin Ting Lu appear on the screen. Live via satellite from FoShan, China

Master Lily: Sorry about that one of the students kicks over the camera. Lucky for us Steve always has an extra one on standby. So earlier I said that I had an update. Here goes Ninja will make his last match in SCW at the PPV that is of course if he gets booked.

Crowd: Booooo!

Master Lily: Oh my good thing I started with that one then huh. Now for my 2nd update.....

Lin Ting Lu turns to the right slightly.

Master Lily: Jason Adams! How dare you put your phone down and listen when I speak.

Adams puts his phone down quickly.

Adams: Oops, I didn't think she could see me Simone, I just had to check something gesh. No need to be a b....

Master Lily: I can hear you as well you know.

Adams: I know I was only kidding Master Lily.

Adams covers his mic with his hand and asks Simone.

Adams: You think she bought it.

Simone looks at Adams and puts her finger in front of her mouth to tell him to be quiet

Master Lily: As I was saying, Jon Dough has been cleared to return to SCW as far as the Dojo is concerned and Master Wong had already sent all the proper paper work to Zoey Carpenter. Once the SCW med staff can clear Jon Dough he will be booked for a match.

Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT!

Master Lily: Well thanks all for now see you all next time.

SCW Tron fades out.

SCW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE ?? versus NATALIE MCKINLEY versus MERCEDES VARGAS versus JOANNE "THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA" CANELLI

Backstage, we spot Delia standing by with Pussy Willow. Delia is wearing a blue blouse with ruffles around the wrists and down the front, with a stylish black vest, and flared out black jeans with black Alexander McQueen heels. She looks as if she is uninterested in the interviewer as Tessa, Liz, Veronica, Holly, Angelica, and Mercedes walk up next to her. Pussy smiles at the camera before raising the microphone quickly to her mouth.

Pussy: Hello SCW fans both near and far. I'm standing here with Delia Darling of the Mean Girls!

Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Delia rolls her eyes as she flips her long straightened blonde hair over her shoulder in a display of defiance to the fans. Pussy looks a little shocked by this as she pauses for a second to let the booing die down.

Pussy: Delia? The SCW universe is buzzing about the main event tonight, and they are wondering???

Delia: Ugh, whatever??? If I might be candid for a moment, I don't give a shit what z'e fans are wondering about honestly. Z'ey are obviously wondering how badly Mean Girls are going to hurt Amy Marshall, Roxi Johnson, and Misty tonight in z'e ring. Z'e answer is simple???

Delia pauses as her lips curl into a smile. The fans boo her for the obvious wrong assumption. She soaks it in for a moment and then closes her eyes, savoring it for a second before returning her focus back to the camera.

Delia: A lot??? Z'ere might not be a Bombshell Tag Team Championship match, unless z'e bosses can bribe someone to team wi's z'at smelly NXT metalhead, Jessie Salco. No one cares about z'e os'er two because z'ey have nos'ing going for z'em, so???

Delia and Mercedes offer a light chuckle before Delia turns slightly to glare at the other Mean Girls. They join in, laughing slightly louder at this to appease Delia. Before Delia can continue going off on her tangent, Pussy speaks up.

Pussy: Well, both are former Bombshell Champions, and they don't really need to prove themselves, so I don't understand why you???

Mercedes: Of course you wouldn't. You aren't known around SCW for your brains. I could spell it out for you, if Delia here doesn't mind?

Mercedes has a very serious expression on her face as she looks over to Delia. However, her intentions would be known whether Delia agreed or not. Delia gives a nod and a confident smirk as Mercedes steps forward and leans into the microphone.

Mercedes: I've been saying it for the longest time, and Delia has been more forward with it. These girls, and I use that term loosely in the case of Man Jaw Roxi Johnson, and Grandma Misty??? they are past their prime. What has either of them done lately? Roxi played hot potato with the Bombshell Championship with Vixen and Electra Styles. Misty was a tag champion several months ago. Misty faded into obscurity though her ego won't accept it and Roxi has already suffered a loss to a Mean Girl. Why should we respect them? They aren't on anyone's lips unless they are picking fights with us. And as for Amy, well, we're not going to go easy on her. I hear she likes having it rough. She's going to be screwed so hard, she won't be able to sit for a week. Did I make that clear enough for you, April O'Neal? Should I give you a few moments to look up some of the bigger words I used?

Liz: Ugh, you're so helpful, Mercedes. You just might take Holly's place as the nice Mean Girl, seriously.

Veronica: Right? You are soooooo nice to this basic. Even if she is the prettiest, least smelly interviewer SCW has, you don't have to be so nice to her. That's like saying she's the skinniest kid at fat camp or something.

Pussy is clearly getting uncomfortable with the mild verbal assault that she's getting from the Mean Girls. She takes a step back, but the girls only follow, with each step she moves. That is, until she bumps into someone. She quickly turns around to see Misty standing there behind her. Angelica and Holly slowly walk away with smirks on their faces as Misty crosses her arms over her chest.

Misty: Yeah, run you sad little bitches, run. I've already beat the both of you anyway.

Misty grins and chuckles. Angelica and Holly stop walking and they slowly turn on their heels, turning back to face Misty. Delia, Mercedes, Liz and Veronica all glare at Misty, disgusted to even be near her. Angelica goes to say something, but Misty holds her hand up silencing her before she can even finish.

Misty: Save your meaningless words for someone who cares, Angie. Your words against me are absolutely pointless now, anyway. But, as for the rest of you disgusting rabid rats...Well, if you want to talk shit about me, just say it to my face instead of hiding behind a computer screen or smartphone or saying shit when I'm not around.

Angelica is once again ready to say something when Delia waves her off, giving a look that seems to soften the blow a bit. Angelica and Holly walk off, leaving Misty to deal with Mercedes, Liz, Veronica, Tessa, and Delia now, with only Pussy Willow in her corner. She doesn't seem phased in the slightest, but Delia takes a few steps closer, getting within arms length of Misty, which could very well be a mistake.

Delia: Okay, how about z'is? You're a washed up hag who holds no relevance here in Sin City Wrestling. Not enough? You like to act all innocent, when you are no more a saint z'an I am.

Misty: Ooooh, I'm shaking in my boots.

Delia: Oh, do be careful. I hear Walmart boots are not meant to stand much stress???

Delia offers Misty a friendly smirk, with a very catty undertone to it. She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder as she runs her tongue over her DeLIZcious Lips by Liz glossed lips as Misty shakes a little, holding back from socking Delia right here and there.

Misty: You must really want to get your ass kicked, right here and right now. But no, I'm going to save it for the ring instead. You know, the place where real wrestlers handle their business?

Delia: You mean, z'ey don't handle it inside of VIP rooms wi's baseball bats? Hmm, sorry bout it hunty.

Delia steps backward, not taking her eyes off of Misty as the other girls follow suit. Misty follows each step they take with one of her own. The girls blow Misty a taunting kiss in unison as they walk inside of their locker room. Misty laughs, but it is one of pure determination as she immediately follows after them. As she reaches the door, she opens it up but stands just outside of the door. She stands there and watches them watch her in return as they engage in a stare down. Misty carefully reaches through the door and yanks Angelica by the shirt collar, dragging her through the door as it trips a wire that causes a bucket of tar to fall over Angelica. Just as quickly as she pulls her through the door, she shoves her back in where a fan shoots feathers over her. Angelica sputters as she tries to stop the feathers from sticking to her lips. She shrieks in a high pitched manner as Veronica carefully escorts her toward a shower.

Angelica: AHHHHHHHH! That BITCH!

Misty flings some stray tar off of her hands and onto the floor as she genuinely laughs. She looks inside of the room and, loud enough so that every single one of them can hear, while directing it at no one in particular, she says???

Misty: Thanks for the heads up there. That could have been really embarrassing for me, but it turned out kind of funny.

Misty laughs once more as she turns to start walking away. She stops in her tracks and then slowly turns back to face them once more.

Misty: Even though you guys gave me a pretty good laugh, I'm still going to kick your nasty asses all over that ring later tonight. Sorry, not sorry bitches.

A loud ovation comes from the ringside area as Misty slams the door shut, a proud yet determined look spread across her face. She shakes her head as she tries to stifle back any further laughing as she disappears down the hallway.

The scene opens backstage in Tustin High School Gymnasium, where we see Amy heading down the corridor wearing her ring gear in preparation for the the massive main event.

Turning the corner, she stumbles across one of her tag partners for the evening - Roxi Johnson. Heading over to her, Amy gives a warm smile to Roxi before greeting her.

Amy: "Hey Roxi."

Roxi: "Hi Amy!"

Roxi hugs Amy, keeping a hand on her shoulder as she speaks.

Roxi: "You look like you're ready for tonight."

Amy nods.

Amy: "I can't wait for this Mean Girls bullshit to be over."

Amy said honestly, as she shakes her head.

Roxi looks Amy a smile crossing her face.

Roxi: "Ah. Well, tonight is another battle but there's more on the horizon."

Roxi looked around, not seeing the third member of the team

Roxi: "I take it you haven't talked to Misty either."

Amy: "Don't remind me... and I haven't seen her as yet. I know she is in the building somewhere."

I said shaking my head and shrugging

Roxi: I saw her earlier, but she's pretty private, especially with what's on tap for tonight. But hey, we've got a big chance tonight to do something great tonight. And you know Misty is going to be ready. So, it's nothing to worry about, let's just focus on going out there and not letting the emotions get the best of us.

Roxi said as she patted Amy on the shoulder. Amy shakes her head and then smiles.

Amy: Don't forget that we also have an extra pair of ass kicking boots sitting on commentary if the mean girls pull any of their cheap crap.

Amy said.

Roxi: I know. And I have a feeling it will be a good thing Vixen's out there. It'll be good to know we have that should it get out of hand. In fact, I'm banking that it will. But in the ring, we've got a job to do.

Amy: That we do Roxi, that we do.

Amy said shaking her head.

Amy: Are you ready to wipe some botox induced smirks off some faces?

Roxi grinned.

Roxi: Always. I'll see you out there!

Amy smiled, as she and Roxi share a further smile and nod before going to their separate ways.

Justin Decent stands in the ring with the house microphone in hand, as chief referee, Jasmine St. John, stands ready to officiate the next match.

Justin: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he hails from London, England, weighing 230 pounds ... Gabriel!

"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. Opening his long coat, pulling it apart, he puts his arms to his side and starts to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside, waiting for the opponent's introduction.

Simone: It has been a long time since we've seen Gabriel in action inside of the ring, and this match above all others is one he does not want to lose.

Adams: Right! If Gabriel manages to get past the Roulette Champion tonight, then he gets Christian Underwood at 'Violent Conduct II!

Gabriel allows his jacket to slide off of his body and he passes it out to the ring attendant outside, then turns and stands ready.

Simone: Oh! And look who's here!

SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood arrives at ringside, his eyes firmly glued to the competitor already inside of the ring. Gabriel turns and mocks the boss, giving him a courtly bow. Christian just shakes his head in disbelief as he grabs a chair from the time keeper's table and sets it in the far corner before he takes a seat.

Adams: I guess Christian wants a bird's eye view of this one in particular.

Simone: I would imagine he does. There's a lot riding on the outcome of this match. If Gabriel wins, then Christian will be stepping inside of the SCW ring for only the second time in three years!

The lights go completely black in the arena ready for this big match up. The fans as quiet as they hear the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting begins to change as the song begins to play, showing a video as lights begin to change to blue lighting as Equinox's laugh is heard as "Phenomenon" is heard over the PA.

Fog begins to appear as an umbrella can be seen twirling and twirling as it slowly rises and a man slowly emerges shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about over his head slowly. He twirls it away from his body and onto his left shoulder, revealing black slacks and shirt to go with a silver tie and his signature black coat and a mask upon his face where several dreadlocks are formed. The fans cheer as the ring announcer announces enigmatic insanity.

Justin: From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 235 pounds .... This is Equinox!!!!!!!

Equinox slowly folds in the Umbrella, holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps, he runs right into a lariat by Gabriel who attacks him from the outside!

Adams: Where the hell did Gabriel come from!?

Simone: Save the bravado, as it is obvious Gabriel is taking this seriously enough to jump his opponent before he can even get inside of the ring!

Adams: And look! Jasmine is calling for the bell!

Simone: She doesn't have much choice! The match has kicked off whether we're ready for it or not!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Gabriel grabs the fallen Equinox and drags him up to his feet and slams his forehead into the ring apron, then grabs him by the arm and with an Irish whip, sends him crashing into the barricade that separates the wrestlers from the fans.

Adams: Gabriel has always been the aggressor in any match he's been in, but wow! He wants this one for sure!

Simone: That is a diplomatic way of phrasing it. Christian is here at ringside and now Gabriel wants to use that fact as motivation.

Gabriel takes Equinox by the arm and goes to send him into the barricade again, but this time Equinox reverses the attempt and sends Gabriel in instead! The crowd cheers as they rally behind the Roulette Champion! Gabriel staggers forward and Equinox gets a running start, jumps up onto the barricade, races along the top of it and dives off, crashing into his opponent with a senton dive!

Simone: A move like that could have hurt Equinox more than it did Gabriel!

Adams: I don't think Equinox cares!

Equinox gets to his feet and pulls Gabriel up along with him before he slides him back inside of the ring and follows, rolling in beneath the bottom rope. Both men get to their feet and Equinox strikes Gabriel full on in the chest with a knife edge chop, but Gabriel shakes it off and answers back with a right handed shot to the jaw, knocking Equinox back into the ropes. The momentum springs the champion back off of the ropes and a forearm from him knocks Gabriel back himself! Suddenly a brawl erupts in the center of the ring, as each man trades bone jarring blows to one another's body! Jasmine is about to intervene when Christian gets up out of his chair and calls the referee over. Reluctantly, she complies and Christian whispers in her ear as she leans out to confer with him. She wrinkles her brow but he nods eagerly and she shrugs and heads back inside.

Adams: What was all that about?

Simone: I guess only time will tell.

Equinox switches tactics and doubles Gabriel over with a kick to the mid-section, then Irish whips him into the ropes and sets up for a Flapjack style maneuver but Gabriel shifts his weight, causing Equinox to crash down onto his back with Gabriel's own weight landing right on top of his opponent's chest, knees first! Gabriel rolls off and as Equinox begins to sit up and Gabriel goes to deliver a low kick to the sternum but Equinox, seeing it coming, drops to his back to avoid it. This, however, leaves him open for Gabriel to land heavily atop of him with a corkscrew splash. Gabriel covers him lazily.

1.....
2.....
Equinox kicks out.

Simone: I'd hazard a guess that Gabriel wasn't trying very hard to score that fall.

Gabriel then props Equinox back up in a seated position and wraps an arm around his chin from behind, restraining him. Equinox puts up a struggle to escape, but before he can, Gabriel wraps his legs around his waist in a full body scissors. Teeth clenched, Equinox struggles as Gabriel's legs force the air out of him. Equinox looks around, seeking a means of escape, until he turns his body around to where he is still caught in the hold, but facing Gabriel. Slowly Equinox gets to his feet, then falls back, catapulting Gabriel into the ropes, throat-first.

Simone: I guess there really is a counter for any hold.

Equinox kicks Gabriel into the ropes where he sits down on the small of his back and wraps his arms over the ropes and under his chin, pulling Gabriel back in a tangled version of the camel clutch in the ropes!

Adams: That's new!

Jasmine, despite whatever Christian stated earlier, gets involved and tells the Roulette Champion to break and when he hesitates, she begins issuing a count against him!

1...
2...
3...
4...
Equinox finally relents at the referee's demand and gets off of Gabriel, but only long enough to drag him back into the center of the ring and he sits back down on his back, drape his arms over his knees and right back into the camel clutch.

Adams: Somehow I don't see Gabriel as the kind of man that would willingly submit, but props to Equinox for trying to make it happen!

Equinox then returns the favor from mere moments ago and pulls Gabriel back into his own body scissors. Gabriel however quickly counters and props up his legs and leans back, pinning Equinox's shoulders down to the mat...

1.....
2.....
Equinox kicks him off!

Equinox rolls over but Gabriel is quicker and grabs him by the arms from behind and plants a foot right behind the neck, curb stomping him face first into the canvas!

Adams: Ohhh! Somebody check that man's dental bill!

Gabriel pulls him up and sets for an Irish whip into the ropes, however Equinox reverses the attempt and whips him into the far corner, charging in and striking him down with a handspring Stinger splash! Gabriel staggers out of the corner and Equinox leaps up and brings him out with a Frankensteiner!

Adams: The Flight of the Phenomenon!

Equinox covers Gabriel and hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
Gabriel kicks out!

Simone: Yes it's going to take more than that to put the shoulders of the first Heavyweight Champion down for the count.

Equinox gets into a standing position and grabs Gabriel by the legs, stepping through and he turns him over into a sharpshooter and sinks down into the hold.

Simone: It looks as though Equinox really wants the satisfaction of a submission victory.

Adams: Yeah, he is working Gabriel over big time!

Jasmine leans down and checks in as Gabriel shakes his head "no" at her request and Equinox releases him, seeking another means to victory. He sends Gabriel into the ropes but his opposition ducks out of the way of the intended blow and sweeps Equinox's legs out from under him and immediately puts him into an STF! Gabriel has his opponent's body contorted into a painful position, both his neck, back and leg looking ready to snap at any given moment!

Simone: The human body is not meant to bend that way.

Adams: Hey I've seen one of Amy Marshall's movies. I beg to differ.

Gabriel lets go of the hold and he grabs Equinox around the throat with both hands, choking the life out of him! Jasmine starts to count against him and Gabriel mocks her authority by counting right along with her!

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

And Gabriel breaks the choke, laughing at the referee by pointing out to her he has until the count of five! Gabriel then drags his opponent to his feet and Irish whips Equinox into the ropes where Equinox comes running off and meets Gabriel with a Shining Wizard kick to the head! Equinox goes right for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Gabriel gets a shoulder up!

Equinox Irish whips Gabriel into the corner and charges in but Gabriel leapfrogs over him and pulls him down into a sunset flip!

1.....
2.....Equinox kicks out!

Gabriel grabs him into a front facelock and sets him up for a vertical suplex but Equinox blocks it, then counters and lifts Gabriel into the air for his own vertical suplex and Gabriel turns the move around and brings Equinox down with a heavy impact DDT! Gabriel covers him!

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

Simone: How the hell did Equinox kick out of a move like that?

Adams: I think Gabriel is wondering the exact same thing!

Gabriel looks quite surprised and he is on his feet and in Jasmine's face, insisting that it was a count of three! The official holds of two fingers, contradicting him and Gabriel answers this by shoving her back a step. Jasmine looks at him hard and she responds by shoving him right back - and into a rollup by Equinox!

1.....
2.....
Gabriel kicks out!

Both men are up but Gabriel jumps and lays Equinox out with a spinning leg lariat!

Simone: That was so close! Gabriel was almost caught unaware and defeated!

Adams: That's what he gets for putting his hands on an SCW referee! Especially when that referee is Jasmine!

An angered Gabriel pulls Equinox up and body slams him, then springboards off of the middle rope for an Asai moonsault, but Equinox brings his knees right up into the mid-section , knocking all of the air right out of Gabriel's body! Gabriel rolls around in agony on the mat, clutching his hurt mid-section, and Equinox struggles to make it back to his feet. He grabs Gabriel by the arm and Irish whips him face-first into the corner and follows him in and jumps, crushing him with an Avalanche splash! Gabriel is then pulled back and Equinox lifts him up high and brings him crashing right back down with a back suplex! Equinox with the cover!

1.....
2.....
Gabriel kicks out! Equinox pulls Gabriel up and twists his arms around over him and brings him down in an inverted straight jacket neck/back breaker! The Death Row! Equinox covers him, hooking both legs tightly!

1.....
2.....
3 - Kick out by Gabriel!

Equinox sits there, and stares at Jasmine, unable to fathom that he can't seem to put Gabriel away! Equinox stands up, and picks Gabriel up into an upside down position, going for a Tombstone, but suddenly Gabriel starts kicking his legs, throwing Equinox off balance and forcing him to bend backwards and Gabriel shows some strength by picking Equinox back up into the same position and drops HIM in the Tombstone instead!

Simone: Impressive counter!

Gabriel falls into a cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - Kick out!

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome!

Adams: I think that says it all!

Gabriel grabs Equinox in a front facelock and reaches to hook a leg and brings him up and over with a Fisherman's DDT, arching his back and retaining the hooked leg for the cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Again Equinox gets a shoulder up!

Gabriel pounds the mat, clearly showing some frustration!

Simone: I think it's clear that Equinox is a far superior athlete than Gabriel gave him credit for.

Gabriel Irish whips him into the ropes and swings for a clothesline but Equinox ducks it! Equinox comes off the other side and both men have the same idea and jump for a pair of cross body blocks and slam right into each other! Both men roll around on the mat in pain, the efforts of each other having taken their toll on their bodies! Jasmine begins her count!

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

Gabriel is the first man to his feet. He grabs Equinox and sends him into the ropes but Equinox counters whatever Gabriel has in mind with a hand spring enzugari that lays his opponent out flat!

Simone: And somehow Equinox is back in the game!

Equinox leaps into the ropes and springboards back into a 450 splash and cover!

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

Adams: ANOTHER close one!

Equinox brings him to his feet and sends him into the ropes yet again! Equinox swings wildly but Gabriel counters with a float-over DDT, planting Equinox's skull into the mat! Gabriel then gets up, pointing at Christian on the outside and hauling Equinox off of his feet, Gabriel quickly lands the Avada Kadavra! Gabriel covers Equinox, hooking the leg!

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

The bell rings and the crowd boos as Gabriel jerks his arm away from Jasmine and smiles out at Christian, pointing right at him!

Justin: The winner of the match ... Gabriel!

Simone: Gabriel scores a VERY hard fought win over Equinox, but there is so much more than that! It also means...

Adams: It means we're getting Gabriel versus Christian at Violent Conduct II!

Christian stands up from his chair and approaches ringside, applauding Gabriel with obvious disdain and sarcasm! Gabriel again mocks him with a courtly bow - then he grabs the top rope and launches himself over the top and he lays Underwood out with a springboard dive!

Adams: Oh my god! I can't believe he just did that!

Simone: Where the hell have you been these last few months!? He nearly blinded Christian and you can't believe he just did that!?

Gabriel hops up to his feet, head tilted back and arms out as he basks in the boos of the crowd of which there is plenty! Chuckling to himself, he turns back around -- and Christian bulls himself right into Gabriel, knocking him back against the barricade! Christian throws three fists into the surprised magician's head before he grabs him up and BODY SLAMS him on the hard floor!

Adams: Wow! I think Gabriel has finally pushed Christian too far!

The crowd is alive with cheers as Christian dives onto Gabriel and attacks him with lefts and rights but Gabriel starts fighting back, throwing his own blows as security arrives and they grab both men and literally pry them apart!

Adams: Spoil sports!

Part of the security team forces Gabriel back towards the backstage area as he glares at Christian, who is being restrained and glares right back!

Simone: I think we need to take a break here for a moment while we keep these two separated.

SCW Tron turns on again we see Lin Ting Lu appear on the screen. Live via satellite from FoShan, China

Master Lily: Hello again SCW. I'm sorry but I have great news. Master Wong has decided who will take Ninjas place while he will be gone.

Crowd: Cheers

Master Lily: Well now at 1st we here though that if anyone was going to take his place it would have been Jason Adams choice my son The Blasted Monk

Female fans whistle and cheer at the sight of the Blasted Monk

Master Lily: Hey now ladies... We also know that a few of the fans want to see the red ninja Song

As some whistle others boo her due to her recently hanging with Ninja

Crowd: Boo!

Master Lily: Wow I didn't see that coming, but that's ok as Song was not chosen either at this time.

Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! We want Orchid clap, clap, clap clap clap...

Master Lily: While after how the crowd has reacted over the past few weeks, Master Wong would like to please the fans.

Crowd: We want

Orchid: clap, clap, clap clap clap. We want orchid clap, clap, clap clap clap.

Master Lily: Well Master Wong has heard the demand and at this upcoming PPV SCW and the fans will see the return of

Orchid:

We see

Orchid: appear on the screen

Crowd: Orchid! Orchid! Orchid!

Orchid:: Hi SCW, Thank you so much for your support. I will be at the PPV rather I have a match or not will not matter I will be in a SCW ring at Violent Conduct II. See you guys there.

Screen fades out as the fans are heard cheering. And yelling

Crowd: Thank You Wong! Clap, Clap, Clap clap clap. Thank You Wong! Clap, Clap, Clap clap clap.

Simone: Well there you have it folks after a few weeks SCW fans have spoken. Master Wong heard the call and has honored there request.

Adams: The crowd has spoken but let's not forget the last time she was in the ring Max Burke took her out.

Simone: Oh I didn't forget, I'm sure

Orchid: didn't forget either. But more importantly I'm sure Ninja has not forgotten and they will both be at Violent Conduct II

Adams: So either

Orchid: may forgive him or all hell is going to break loose

Simone: I'm sure Master Lily won't let any of them get out of hand, hopefully.

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The cameras open up backstage just outside the locker room areas. More specifically, the Bombshells locker room. The door is closed and head reporter, Pussy Willow, appears in view of the camera right in front of the door. She seems a bit unsure about going inside, but she adjusts her posture then grabs for the door handle and walks inside. The locker room is mostly empty, save for one person. Three time former Bombshell Champion, Misty, is seated on a bench lacing up her boots. She hears Pussy Willow walk inside and she looks up with a friendly smile.

PW: You wanted to see me?

Misty finishes lacing up her boots then stands up and walks over towards Pussy Willow.

Misty: Yeah, I wanted to talk to you, because I didn't really get a chance to earlier around the Mean Girls. I wanted to apologize about how I treated you the other day.

Pussy Willow smiles and lets out an almost sarcastic laugh.

PW: Oh, I'm sure you are.

Pussy Willow folds her arms and looks away from Misty. Misty nods and takes a step forward.

Misty: Okay, I deserve that. But I really am sorry. I know you were just there to do your job. I let things get to me and took it out on you. I shouldn't have.

PW: It's not like I'm not used to being treated that way. It's a hazard of the job, but you, Misty...You're supposed to be the good one in this situation. Or...are you reverting back to your old ways perhaps?

Misty closes her eyes and looks away, almost ashamed. She thinks for a moment before she looks back to Pussy Willow.

Misty: I'm not. I'm really not. It's no secret that the Mean Girls have gotten under my skin a lot lately. I'm a lot more on edge these days.

PW: Yeah I can tell, and so can everyone else. But do you want to know something? That's what the Mean Girls want. They want to see you crash and burn, especially if it is because of them. They thrive on beating opponents mentally. Or, at least you anyway. And you're hell bent on doing this alone.

Misty: Maybe in the beginning I was, but I think this main event tonight will help out a lot.

Pussy Willow laughs.

PW: Indeed it will, but come on, Misty. You can't honestly say that you wouldn't rather try and beat Delia and her crew alone in this match? You had no problem going against Angelica and Tessa by yourself.

Misty: That was different. Tessa didn't have much wrestling experience and Angelica has been out of the ring for a while. It was a little easier going against the two of them at once. Besides, I'd rather beat them all individually, in seperate matches. It's why I'm not looking forward to Violent Conduct because whatever match they book me in won't be against one of them...

Pussy Willow gets a weird expression on her face as she looks away from Misty. Misty notices and she cocks her head to the side.

Misty: What? What is that look for?

PW: You're assuming you even have a match, Misty. I know the card isn't finalized yet, but...I haven't heard anything about a match for you as of yet.

Misty: Well...just because you haven't heard anything doesn't mean I won't be booked. Of course they'll book me. I'm a three time former Bombshell Champion for crying out loud!

An awkward silence falls between the two of them as Pussy Willow doesn't know what to say and Misty waits for her to say something...anything. When she doesn't, Misty shakes her head and storms out of the locker room and heads down the hall. Where to remains to be seen. Pussy Willow shrugs and leaves the locker room a few moments later.

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GRUDGE MATCH
GABRIEL versus CHRISTIAN UNDERWOOD

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The scene opens up in some sort of an office building. The camera pans around a room in the building which is decorated with trophies, plaques, and awards all around on the shelves and walls. In the office is a nice looking black lazy boy recliner which is behind a big desk which is full of paper work and what appears to be photos of a family. Directly across from this desk is a huge flat screen mounted to the wall, and around this t.v. hands several title belts. As the camera continues to zoom around this what appears to be executive office, we finally zoom in on a man..... Former S.C.W. wrestler Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. He walks into the office and is followed by a beautiful brunette woman. Blaque is wearing black slacks and a snappy dressy red shirt, black shoes, and sunglasses which he removes upon walking in the room. The lovely lady is wearing a skin tight red dress which barely covers her "spot", black high heels, and her hair tied up in a bun. The two walk over to the desk, as Blaque hands the lady his shades as he sits down in the chair. The lady places the shades on the desk and takes a seat directly across from Evans at the desk

Evans: Man oh man does it feel good to be back home!

Evans smiles at the woman as they begin to chuckle

Evans: Let me tell you baby, this is LONG over due!

Woman: Most definitely baby, but you needed and deserved the break!

Evans reaches for the woman's hands as they sit there now holding hands. Bruce, with his trademark serious expression on his face looks right into the camera

Evans: For those of you who don't know who I am. Allow me to RE-INTRODUCE myself... I am the LEGEND, the ICON, the FRANCHISE PLAYER, I am Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!!

Bruce chuckles a little as that smirk of a grin crosses his face, the lady rubbing his hands

Evans: It has a been a while. As a matter of fact it has been a long while. Way too long if I may say so myself. The last time I was involved in any capacity for this company if I'm not mistaken has been well over a year. Ya see, when I came to this company in 2011, I was one of the people who got here right when it all got started. I am one of the few people who gave this company all I had. My blood, my sweat, and my tears. In return.... I got NOTHING!

Evans pauses as the woman sits there shaking her head in disgust

Evans: I admit, I let things get the best of me. I did something I never in my career have ever done. Something I thought I wasn't even capable of doing. I tucked my tail, like a coward, and I walked out on Sin City Wrestling!

The two let go of each other's hands, as the lady stands up from the chair

Woman: Baby, I'm going to go take care of that thing..... I think it's best you vent by yourself.

Bruce stands up and walks around the desk. He wraps his arms around the woman's waist, squeezing her tight with a hug, and kissing her on the lips. The woman then grins a huge smile and walks off, with Bruce slapping her ass before she exits the room. Bruce walks back over and sits back in the chair behind the desk

Evans: Ya see, I have been in this business for a very long time. As a matter of fact some of the guys on the roster were probably in diapers when I got started. Never in my career have I walked out on a company. Never in my career have I let something or someone get to me so bad that I quit. Well, it happened and I did.

Evans pauses again as the camera again pans around the room, showing his many accomplishments

Evans: Towards the end of my run here I felt out of place. Disrespected. Under used. I felt like I had gotten to old to hang with the new blood. I started to actually believe what some people were saying about me. Things like I was washed up. Past my prime. Hanging on to my past glory. I really started believing all of that. So when I walked out on this company, on this industry, I thought I'd be doing all the fans, all the boys in the back, and all the management a favor. I felt like if maybe I should just get out of the way and let the up and comers get the spot light. So I left. Didn't really give much notice. I simply packed my bags and headed back home to my family and my home in Canada.

Evans again pauses as he sits there, with his hands on his chin, in a thinking motion

Evans: It took me some time to realize that this business is nothing! This business is truly NOTHING without me. Through out my career I have busted my ass. No matter how small or how large the promotion I worked for. No matter how small or large the audience I performed in front of. I can honestly say I have always gone out there and given it my all. Rather I was in the dog house with a company or not, I NEVER showed it. I NEVER went out there and half-assed ANYTHING! SO I sat home like a wimp. Blaming myself. Blaming myself for the way my career had turned for the worse. I didn't watch any wrestling on t.v. for months. I didn't get on the world wide web and read any news or rumors. I completely blocked this business from my mind, and from my life all together.

Evans takes a deep breath, before continuing

Evans: All I had was my family. All I had was my friends. They kept me somewhat sane through this rough time in my life. My kids and my wife helped me to want to live life. My friends, some of them former wrestlers helped me to want to get out of bed every morning. Without those people I don't know what I would've done, or where the hell I'd be right now. Honestly, this business beat me down. It beat me down worse than any man has ever beat me down in that damn ring! So I sat there feeling sorry for myself. But in time, I decided that enough was enough. It was time for me to get off that couch, get back into the real world, and do what I do better than any other man or woman in this industry.

Evans points around the room as the camera pans around showing the many titles, trophies, plaques, etc...

Evans: This.... This is why I did what I did for so long. You'll here a lot of guys and gals say they do it for the fans. No! I do it for me! I do it all for me! All of these accomplishments I have achieved I have done them all for me and only me! I have never been one to sugar coat anything in my career. Maybe that's why I'm such a hated man. Honestly for those of you that really know me, you'd know that I simply don't give a damn. I am here. I am back. I am SIN CITY WRESTLING!

Bruce stands up from the chair, his face starting to turn red

Evans: I am Bruce Evans. I am the man that a lot of people in this business should be over here right now bowing before me. Kissing my ass. I am the reason this business is as successful as it is. You all, all of you on that roster for S.C.W. you should be thanking me right now, because without me nobody would know who the hell I am!

Bruce reaches for a portrait on the desk of him, the lady that was with him earlier, and two teenage looking boys

Evans: This here is my life. These people right here, they know me, they are me! I know who they are. What I don't know is who some of these people on the roster are. When I left here the roster was stacked with talent. I'll admit it. A lot of the guys on the roster at that time impressed the shit out of me. I come back, I take a look at the roster, and I feel like I'm looking at a list of who the f***! World Champ Drake Green! Who in the flying hell are you? Where did you come from? Who's ass did you kiss to become the world champion? Better yet, how good are you at tying my shoes boy? I'm telling ya now boy, I am back, I am in the best shape of my life, and I am more motivated than ever. So Drake, whoever the hell you think you are, all of that is going out of the window right now. So have fun walking around with that pretty world title belt. Have fun thinking you are the face of this company. Because before you know it, the Legend will be knocking at your door,and teaching you a lesson in that ring!

Evans places the portrait back on the desk

Evans:Equinox?!? O.k! You damn sure weren't here when I left. I don't know where you came from and what your intentions were when you came to this company. I've seen you in action here a couple of times and let me tell you. I'm not IMPRESSED! I see you walking around with that Roulette title for going on three months now and it makes me sick to my stomach. But my friend, all is well. For you see, sooner than later you too will get a taste of what it truly means to be GREAT. See ya soon boy!

Evans chuckles as he sits back in the chair behind the desk. He begins watching footage from a recent S.C.W. event

Evans: Then we have the tag team champions, and the only name I actually remember from my time in this company happens to be one of them. Despayre! WOW! It's really been too long. How ya doing there boy? If life treating you o.k? Hopefully better than it was when I left here. I see ya got yourself a little partner there. Big B! You boys are just dominating that division I hear. Three months with those belts huh? Good job boys! Good Job! Let me give you a little warning though. I am here, I am back, and I am not here to be nice or to make friends. I've never been a big fan of teaming with anyone ever in my career, it's not really my style. But, if, and when I feel that I want to be a tag team champion. I promise you I will find me a partner, I will challenge you boys, and I will take those titles from you two!

Evans shakes his head is did belief

Evans: Finally. I see the BOMBSHELLS division has stepped up it's game. Now I'm not one to dress in drag and go out there and beat a woman's ass. But I do have a few females that will be joining me soon here in Sin City Wrestling. Take my word for it VIXEN... Your days too are numbered. Sin City Wrestling get ready boys. Your days of loneliness are over! Your days of being without a true LEGEND, and FRANCHISE, and face for the promotion are now behind you. For yes, it is real. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is back, and believe me when I say I am not alone this time!

Evans begins to chuckle as the scene fades out showing some of BHBE's time in Sin City Wrestling.

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Pussy Willow is standing backstage holding a clipboard as Horace Jackson walks up on her. She nearly jumps out of her skirt as he doesn't say a word. She looks at him with a little fear in her eyes.

Pussy Willow: Horace, you fucking scared me. What is your problem?

Horace Jackson: My problem? Are you seriously asking me about my problem? Pussy, my problem is that Joshua Acquin attacked me from behind like a damn coward after I proved to the world that Andrew Garcia is nothing but a soft cookie. He couldn't beat me so he had his buddy come to his aid.

Pussy Willow: Last week, your friend attacks him and tonight you get involved in his match. Are you afraid of the consequences that might come your way?

Horace Jackson: Last week I wanted Josh to see what it is like to get blind sided by your friends. Tonight, I made sure he knew who he was dealing with. I am not a pushover by any means. Last week Lexi and I add those fashion nobodies but they had to cheat to win. Well, Josh if you want to get into the ring then I am not hard .to.find. Just be sure to show up.

Pussy Willow: Violent Conduct 2 is coming up. The world would like to know if you will be there? What kind of impact will you provide?

Horace Jackson: I will be there with both arms blazing. I don't know what kind of impact I will make but you can bet your ass The Soulless One will drag someone to hell. The Empire Salutes You.

Pussy goes to ask a follow-up question when Horace walks out of sight. She looks at her cameraman with a confused look plastered on her face.

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The throbbing beat of Emphatic's 'Bounce' is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion ... Vixen!

Vixen steps up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention, holding aloft her championship title belt before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ringside area.

Simone: In all of the excitement of the day, I had almost forgotten that we are due a special guest for tonight's main event!

Adams: I forgot nothing! How could you forget Vixen, of all people?

Vixen approaches the broadcaster's table and accepts a head set from Belinda, and fitting it on, she takes her place in the offered chair between the two broadcasters, and places her title belt on the table before her.

Simone: Vixen, welcome to the main event.

Vixen: Thanks! Its not the same as being there inside of the ring, but at least it gives me the pleasure of seeing Amy, Misty and Roxi wiping the mat with a trio of dogs.

Adams: But you'll be in the ring against one of them in just a few weeks!

Vixen: Which is another reason I'm glad to be out here. I get to scout my challenger.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the MAIN EVENT! Innnnnnntroducing first???

"Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits the speakers as the crowd instantly boos. Justin pauses as the ring crew brings down the runway, securing it to the ring. Seconds later, Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. The music continues to blare across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the salmon pink lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their pink camouflage attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the runway, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin Decent: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds representing the Mean Girls???, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!!!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair from under her pink soldiers hat, then makes her way down the runway. As she goes along, she struts a slight model walk that comes as a surprise from the cold and calculated wrestler. 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. She pauses as Justin brings the microphone back to his lips.

Justin Decent: And her partner??? hailing from Los Angeles, California, standing at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighing in at 116 pounds, she also represents the Mean Girls??? VERRRRRRRRRONICAAAAAA TAYYYYYYYYLOOOOOOORRR!!!

The lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans and from the back enters Veronica Taylor with an arrogant smirk on her face, and her own set of pink camouflage. As the fans boo her she yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos. And then she keeps up her walking the run way strut down the runway, stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show herself off with some poses showing off her sizzling ring attire and camouflage jacket, before reaching the end of the runway. She strikes another arrogant model pose before walking over to the opposite turnbuckle. She climbs it and strikes a dramatic pose before turning back to face the ramp. Justin raises the microphone once more.

Justin Decent: And introducing last on their team??? from Las Vegas, Nevada, by way of Paris, France??? Standing at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 135 pounds, representing the Mean Girls, she is??? DEEEEEEELLLLLIIIIIAAAAA DARRRRRRRRRLIIIIIINNNGGG!!!

The boos only intensify as the music keeps up. Delia shoves the curtains to the side as she walks out, in full military uniform, in a shade of pink, of course. She has her hair pulled back tight, almost giving the illusion that she is a real soldier as she marches to the head of the ring, saluting her Mean Girl sisters on the turnbuckles. The crowd boos, but Delia remains emotionless as she walks down the runway, clicking the heels of her black boots hard against the runway. About half way down, she does a fast twirl, losing her jacket to reveal a camouflage pink bikini style top. She continues walking down to the ring as the pants soon fall off, and she kicks them to the side, revealing matching hot pants. She stops at the ring apron and turns to acknowledge both ladies on the turnbuckles. They jump down as light pink fireworks shoot from them, sizzling as they rain down on the ladies. Delia drops down into the splits for a moment before she turns and places her foot over the bottom rope. Mercedes and Veronica step inside of the ring as Delia flaunts her backside for a moment, sliding inside. The girls walk around the ring for a moment, displaying their diverse beauty as the music fades out. The group together in their corner to discuss their strategy for the match as the ring crew quickly removes the runway.

Simone: There is no denying the fact that since their inception, the Mean Girls have been the talk of the SCW Bombshell division.

Adams: They've been more than that! Like it or not, the Mean Girls have been the dominant force of the Bombshell division!

Vixen: Excuse me? Let's not forget until they have this title right here?

Vixen pats the gold Bombshell belt.

Vixen: They're nothing.

Simone: Usually by foul tactics the Mean Girls dominate, don't forget that, but not tonight! There is more on the line than pride here this evening and we're going to see if the Mean Girls can get things done without the help of anyone.

Justin: And their opponents...!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd.

Justin: Introducing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 130 pounds ... Misty!

She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope where she heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and heads to the center of the ring where she waits as her music dies down.

Simone: Misty is showing a ton of courage entering the ring alone against the Mean Girls.

Adams: Misty is the icon of the Bombshell division. She's faced worse!

Justin: From Juneau, Alaska, weighing 128 pounds, she is one-half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... Amy Marshall!

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

"Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Scream"

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

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

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

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

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

Justin: And introducing their tag team partner...

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

Justin: From Tampa, Florida, weighing 132 pounds ... 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 as Misty and Amy applaud. Roxi drops down and the Mean Girl team steps up to the center of the ring, jaw jacking and Amy, Roxi and Misty step closer and return it in kind! Some shoves start, and Veronica slaps Misty, and suddenly the match kicks off as a wild melee erupts!

Adams: And heeeeere we go!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Delia and Misty are trading wild blows to each others' heads and faces! Veronica Taylor grabs two handfuls of Amy Marshall's wild mohawk hair but the Tag Champion shows no qualms about a good scrap, brawl or catfight, and she grabs Taylor's hair as well, causing her challenger in weeks time to shriek as neither relents! Roxi Johnson and Mercedes Vargas are in a dual side headlock, struggling to gain the upper hand!

Simone: I don't know how in hell Drew intends to gain control of this! A regular tag team match is hard enough, but for a six Bombshell match, it'll be damn near impossible!

Adams: Especially when these six women hate each other as much as they do!

Misty blocks a shot from Delia and shows she can fight dirty as well by raking Delia's eyes and doubling her over with a shot to the stomach before backing her into the corner! Roxi breaks Vargas' headlock but retains her own and runs her head-first into another corner and holds her there! Amy and Veronica continue their tresses tug-of-war before Amy flings her into the near corner and lays her out with a solid uppercut to the jaw!

Adams: What a shot!

Vixen: Oh PLEASE tell me that punch ruined her next photo shoot!

Simone: And they have all three Mean Girls cornered! What are they going to...?

And Misty, Amy and Roxi answer the unspoken question by sending Delia , Veronica and Mercedes colliding into one another! Veronica rolls out of the ring, while Roxi throws Mercedes through the ropes! Then Johnson and Misty head for their own corner, leaving Delia and Amy Marshall to kick things off officially!

Simone: Finally! order restored!

Adams: Yeah like that'll last!

Delia scrambles to her feet and Amy is right on her, throwing a right handed fist into her head, then follows up with a stinging chop to the chest that sends Vixen's next challenger howling and grasping the ropes!

Crowd: Wooooo!

Simone: Do they have to do that!?

Adams: Wooo!

Simone turns to Vixen.

Simone: Do you want to take him away when we're done here?

Vixen: No thanks. We already have a pet.

Adams: .... Huh?

Delia turns around and finds herself sent into the ropes at top speed and upon the rebound, knocked to her back with a dropkick!

Simone: Amy Marshall has got one of the most beautiful dropkicks in the entire Bombshell division!

Adams: Boy those Public Relations people have a new word for it all the time, don't they?

Amy grabs Delia and yanks her to her feet once again. Marshall sets her up for an Irish whip but Delia reverses it for a short-arm clothesline but Amy ducks and runs her into the ropes for a rollup. Delia holds onto the ropes, throwing Amy back to the mat, but the hardcore Bombshell jumps right back up and lays Delia out with a superkick right to the face!

Vixen: Whoa ho ho! That was slick!

Simone: And it could be over just as fast!

Amy covers Delia and hooks the near leg!

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Mercedes Vargas runs in and breaks it up, before ducking right back out!

Adams: That doesn't count as interference, does it?

Vixen: It should!

Simone: But it does not as Mercedes is legally in the match.

Amy has full control and she sends Delia into the far corner and comes charging in with a knee to the stomach that doubles her over. Amy then ensnares her into a side headlock and goes for a running bulldog but Delia puts on the breaks and dumps her to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex!

Simone: That would end anyone's offense!

Vixen: And Delia is about as offensive as they come.

Delia quickly tags out to Mercedes Vargas who quickly climbs into the ring as Amy slowly gets back to her feet and lashes out a kick, doubling Amy over.

Adams: Possible future Roulette Champion right there!

Simone: That's right! Mercedes won an entry into the Four Corner match for Violent Conduct II.

A European uppercut to Amy staggers the Tag Champion as Mercedes fires her off into the ropes and brings her down violently with a hairpull mat slam! Amy slowly stands up, holding her head and Mercedes Irish whips her again, this time into the near corner where she presses her boot against Marshall's throat, choking her! Drew steps in and counts!

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Mercedes breaks momentarily and goes back to choke her again but Amy suddenly drags her into the corner and starts choking her by the throat with both hands!

Adams: The fans sure don't mind seeing the tables being turned!

Drew counts!

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And Amy grabs Vargas by the hair and runs her face into the turnbuckle of her own corner and tags Roxi into the match! Amy holds a struggling Vargas by the hair while Roxi ascends to the top and Delia and Veronica cry foul! Roxi leaps off with a corkscrew plancha onto Vargas as Amy dives aside, and Roxi holds her opponent down for the cover!

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Mercedes kicks out!

Roxi throws Mercedes into the ropes and hits a flying clothesline, somersaulting in midair! No sooner does Vargas hit the mat than Roxi uses the ropes for a springboard moonsault, landing on top of her for another cover!

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Mercedes kicks out!

Roxi grabs Mercedes from behind and picks her up as if going for a waistlock suplex but Mercedes holds on and takes her over with an armdrag takedown.

Adams: Beautiful move!

Simone: Yes, Mean Girl or not, that's why she's a top challenger for the roulette title!

Vixen: Please. I intend to eat dinner after the show and would prefer my meal not show itself a second time.

Roxi gets to her feet but Mercedes stuns her with an open handed chop across the chest! Roxi starts to fire back until a quick poke to the eyes halts her!

Vixen: We were speaking of Mean Girl tactics?

Mercedes drags Roxi back to her corner and tags Delia back in and as Veronica wraps the tag rope around Johnson's throat, trapping her, Mercedes and Delia start firing kicks and punches! Amy and Misty jump in but Drew heads them off, herding them back to their corner as the assault continues! Roxi starts fighting back, firing shots to everyone, felling Mercedes and Delia, then wheeling around and delivering a blow that knocks Veronica to the apron!

Adams: See what happens when you act the part of a villain with a superhero?

Delia attacks her from behind with a blow and whips into the ropes but Roxi jumps onto the middle rope and leaps back, spring boarding into a missile dropkick, knocking Delia senseless! Roxi turns and tags Misty in but instead of targeting the woman in the ring, Misty grabs Delia and whips her back into her own corner and beckons Veronica to get into the ring.

Adams: Oh this could be good!

Delia reaches and tags Veronica in. Taylor runs in and takes Misty down to the mat with a running spear! The two Bombshells roll around on the mat, swinging clubbing fists as they fight for supremacy! Veronica ends up on top and has Misty pinned to her back and is firing right after right into the her face, landing a solid fist that greets Misty's nose and a steady stream of blood begins to trickle forth!

Simone: Blood! First blood goes to the Mean Girls!

Vixen: They won't be alone in that tonight I bet.

Veronica drags her up with two handfuls of hair and shoves her back into the corner and starts laying in brutal kicks that send Misty down on her butt in the corner and Taylor presses a foot into her throat, choking her!

Adams: I wonder if Misty is regretting demanding Veronica get into the match.

Veronica drags Misty up but the multi-time champion is fast enough to grab Taylor by her attire and yank her back into the corner so Veronica's head hits the turnbuckles! Misty then grabs Veronica by the hair and grates her face along the top rope, giving her mega rope burn as Taylor shrieks! Misty then presses her throat across the top rope, choking her out as Drew counts against her!

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And Misty ends the choke by pulling back on the ropes, sling shotting Taylor back to the canvas! The referee reprimands her but Misty holds her arms out to the fans and they rally behind her

Vixen: There is NO doubt that Misty knows how to fight!

Misty sets her up for an Irish whip into the ropes but Veronica reverses it and Misty comes flying off the ropes with a high cross body!

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Veronica gets her shoulder up!

Misty stomps down on Taylor and snapmares her over, leaping over her back in a whiplash affect! Misty reaches over and tags Amy back in. As Misty holds Veronica tightly, Amy spring boards over the top rope and delivers a dropkick to Taylor's chest! Amy goes to whip her into the ropes but Veronica reverses it and as Amy hits the ropes, Delia reaches in and grabs her by her mohawk and throws her down to the mat!

Simone: More dirty tactics on the part of the Mean Girls!

Adams: Well not to play devil's advocate but it is a tag team match.

Roxi attempts to gain entry inside of the ring but Drew heads her off, allowing Delia to jump into the ring and she and Veronica whip Amy into the ropes and send her crashing with a double-team flapjack maneuver! Veronica claps her hand to fool the referee into thinking a tag was made and steps out onto the apron as Delia remains inside of the ring illegally!

Simone: There no tag was made!

Vixen: Why is it the referee always allows the heels to get away with that but never the faces?

Delia slaps Amy upside of the head, taunting her, then drags her up and takes her over in an overhead hammerlock suplex! Delia covers her and hooks the leg.

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Amy kicks out!

Simone: Like her or not, you can't deny Delia is a skilled wrestler.

Vixen: Maybe when she actually chooses to be.

Delia hops to her feet and taunts Roxi and Misty, then turns to the crowd and poses for them as they boo viciously! Amy tries to rise to her feet but Delia runs back off of the ropes and baseball slides a dropkick right into her head, sending her rolling! Delia scoops Amy up and deposits her hard on the mat with a bodyslam, then comes off of the ropes and legdrops her across the throat. Delia covers her again.

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Amy gets a shoulder up!

Delia, frustrated, throws Amy to her back and covers her again!

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Amy kicks out!

Vixen: Take a hint idiot! she's not staying down!

Upset at not getting the pin, Delia brings Amy down with a swinging neckbreaker, then reaches up and tags Veronica Taylor back in.

Veronica grabs two handfuls of Amy's long locks and drags her up, then lifts her high into the air in a vertical suplex and brings her crashing down to the mat! She then grabs her and snapmares her over by the hair once...then a second time...and a third! Veronica then lounges across Amy's sternum in a classic model like pose/pin.

Simone: You can't be serious!

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Amy scissors her legs and arms and rolls her back into her own pin!

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Veronica kicks out!

Vixen: Damn!

Veronica picks Amy up and body slams her, then uncharacteristically starts up to the top!

Simone: What the hell is she doing? She's not a damn airplane!

Vixen: Her backside is as wide as one.

Veronica gets to the top when Amy is back on her feet and grabs her much to the crowd's delight! Veronica shakes her head 'no' but Amy heaves her off, sending Taylor crotch-first across the top rope! Veronica's face grimaces in agony as even Delia cringes at that plight!

Adams: Does that actually hurt women?

Vixen: Why don't you go up there and ask?

Simone: Sit down! She was just kidding!

Amy grabs the ropes and starts shaking them until Veronica tumbles off into the ring and Amy falls, trying to make the tag, but Veronica holds onto her foot and tags Mercedes back inside! Mercedes comes in and lands a stomp to the back of Amy's head. Mercedes Irish whips her into the corner and runs in, clotheslining her! Amy stumbles out and Vargas picks her up into a fireman's carry on her shoulders and she heaves her overhead, dropping her across her knee in an atomic gut buster. Mercedes covers her.

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Roxi breaks it up this time!

Adams: What's good for the goose... feels good on the arse!

Vixen: ... What?

Simone: Now you know what I deal with on a weekly basis!

Mercedes pulls Amy up and short-arm clotheslines her, then pulls her back up and does it again! Mercedes then tucks Amy's head between her knees and tries to lift her for a piledriver but Amy struggles to block it. Mercedes tries again and again it's blocked! Amy then pulls Mercedes's legs out from under her and falls back, catapulting Mercedes right into Veronica, knocking her from the apron! The fans are loving it! Amy crawls to her corner and tags Roxi inside!

Vixen: YES!

The fresh Roxi Johnson charges inside of the ring and clotheslines Mercedes down to the mat! Delia tries to run in but gets dropkicked for her troubles! Roxi whips Mercedes into the ropes and catches her in a powerslam but instead of going for the cover, she pulls her up again and brings her down with a cross-arm breaker! Roxi covers her, hooking the leg!

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Mercedes kicks out!

Roxi tags Misty and the two women send Vargas into the ropes where Misty takes her down with a single leg takedown and Roxi springs off the ropes with a guillotine legdrop across the back of her head!

Vixen: Ha! he Mean Girls sure as hell don't like it when their own tactics are being used against them

Misty slams Mercedes face-first into the corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle and starts laying in the fists as the fans count along!

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But as Drew is distracted briefly by Delia trying to interfere, it allows Veronica Taylor to run in and grab Misty by the hair and she throws her off her perch, Misty hitting the mat on the back of her head! Amy Marshall comes charging in and she spears Taylor nearly out of her boots! Amy pins her down as the screeching Veronica is assaulted with lefts and rights until Delia pushes past Drew and grabs Amy and drags her off of her partner!

Simone: That's it! All hell has broken loose!

Vixen: Oh I wish to god I was in this match!

Roxi comes in as Mercedes comes from out of the corner and the two women fall to the mat and roll out of the ring and to the floor! Delia sets Amy up in position for a powerbomb and throws her into the corner!

Adams: Le Bitch Bomb! ... wait! Can I say that!?

Veronica kicks Misty out of the ring as Delia drags Amy into the center of the ring and covers her!

Simone: Wait a minute!

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Adams: Amy's not the legal woman in the ring!

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Vixen: Neither is Delia! And look! She has Amy's tights!

3!

The crowd boos as Delia leaps off of Amy and quickly rolls out of the ring where she is hurriedly joined by Veronica and Mercedes in a group hug!

Justin: Here are your winners ... Delia Darling! Veronica Taylor! And Mercedes Vargas!

The crowd boos as Amy protests, accusing Delia of the pull of the tights but Drew can do nothing!

Simone: Damn it! That is not right! Neither woman was legally in the ring!

Vixen: When the hell has that ever mattered to the Mean Girls!?

As Misty and Roxi join Amy in cornering Drew in a vehement protest, Delia, Mercedes and Veronica arrive in front of the broadcaster's table. Vixen removes her head set and slowly stands up, ready, but all Delia does is point to her title belt and then run her own hands along her trim waistline, taunting the champion!

Adams: calm down girl! You're here as a broadcaster, not a competitor!

Suddenly Misty, Roxi and Amy dive out of the ring! They charge after the Mean Girls but Delia, Mercedes and Veronica scramble over the barricade and run through the crowd and their pursuers hop the barricade as well, giving chase!

Simone: Oh what a night!

Adams: Late December back in 63...

Simone: What a very..... no Jason, we haven't got time to sing, we're out of time, we'll see you in two weeks for Violent Conduct II

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THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Horace, The Lord MK, Maggie, Blaque Hart (Oh yes he's back!), Mercedes, Necra, Wong, Casey, Sean Jackson, and also to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone in SCW, you make this worth it!