Climax Control

The large Stadium of the Parris Island Military Base in Parris Island, South Carolina has been filled to capacity for this event as the camera picks up the rows and rows of seats surrounding the SCW's six-sided ring! Each seat is filled with the brave men and women that call this base 'home' along with their friends and family! Fans aside from the military personnel are also on hand but the prime seats had been reserved for those brave souls that fight for our freedom around the world!

Their cheers are heard echoing throughout the Stadium as hundreds of signs for the favorites and not-so-much favorites are flashed before the cameras! The cameras continue to scour the entirety of the soldiers and fans as they cheer and clap their hands, rallying the men and women of Sin City Wrestling that have come to entertain them! The camera then switches to a shot of the ring where a young male cadet in military uniform, stands inside of the ring, facing the fans, and two soldiers, both holding a flag in their hands, each at his side.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, if you would, I ask you to please rise for Private Glen Feter as he performs 'America the Beautiful!'

One by one, everyone in the audience stands as the music begins playing on the sound system and the military band begins to play...

Private Glen Feter: O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine!

O Beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

The performance finishes and the audience cheers and applauds as the young man smiles with a charming blush and he bows. The two soldiers pass their flags out to soldiers outside of the ring and the three men climb out and carefully make their way to the audience as the show kicks off.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I'm not meant to be sitting here right now, but I am, so you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: Seven matches here to entertain you tonight and we start off with a return to ring action for the man formerly known as Jimmy Ringo, Mr J.N Ringo as he takes on Jon Dough.

Adams: Mr Ringo has been causing all kinds of havoc lately with J2H, Jon has it all stacked against him tonight.

Simone: R.O.A.R are in action tonight too, as they get ready for their clash against The Bosom Buddies at High Stakes IV, but they're going tonight against the talented Kris Halc and Ryan Kidd.

Adams: The young Halc and Kidd have a lot to prove tonight, and if they unseat the number one contenders, they could find themselves muscling in to the title match.

Simone: Rock Rose and Gothika square off tonight in a one on one match. Usually part of teams but tonight they do it solo.

Adams: Both scare the daylights out of my for two very, very different reasons

Simone: Zuri Chastain has waged war against The Mean Girls lately and tonight she finds herself in the ring with one. One half of the Bombshell tag team champions, Veronica Taylor will be her opponent.

Adams: Veronica has got better and better in SCW with every match, but an angry Lady Justice is not one to be messed with. This one could go either way.

Simone: Giani Di Luca returned last week to stop an attack on Equinox by Mr J.N Ringo and J2H. His management team quickly took advantage by getting him on tonight's show, but his opponent is none other than number one contender to the Heavyweight championship, The Mental Rapist, Sean Jackson.

Adams: I think Giani's people need to be fired after this, because Jackson isn't the number one contender for nothing. This man is a warrior in the ring, and Giani is in for the fight of his life

Simone: Next up, we have a match Delia Darling will be very interested in watching, because the winner will go on to face her at High Stakes IV. Misty and Roxi Johnson will do battle to see who get's that honor.

Adams: Two former Bombshell champions in the ring, both of them wanting further glory, and also to kick Delia's teeth down her throat. I'm not sure what the bigger draw is for these two ladies, the chance of gold, or the chance to get ahold of Delia.

Simone: Main event time and it is one hell of a main events as the Bombshell Roulette title is on the line. Mercedes Vargas has been one of the brightest Bombshells in SCW since the day she stepped in the door, and tonight, she has a challenge on her hands in the form of The Nurse Cynthia Warren.

Adams: Love or hate Mercedes, you can not deny her talent, but she seems over confident coming in to this match, if Cynthia can take advantage of that, we could have a new champ tonight. Anyway, enough Jibba Jabba foo'. Let's do this!




voice: Parris Island, please pardon the interruption....

Boos.

As the stadium erupts into boos, Marshall Owens steps out onto the entrance ramp.

Marshall: But, my name is Marshall Owens and I represent the man who poses the greatest threat to the SCW heavyweight title, and to Drake Green.

Marshall smiles as he begins to make his way towards the ring.

Marshall: Isn't that right Drake?

Since it's a rhetorical question, Marshall continues.

Marshall: Of course I am. You see Mr. Green, we told you that we weren't going away. We told you that when it came to the SCW heavyweight title, we weren't going to stop, that we weren't going to let you off the hook. While you were ducking and dodging my client, showing the wrestling world what a true coward you were, my client has been running through everyone placed in front of him.

As Marshall approaches the ring side area, he continues talking.

Marshall: As far as I'm concerned, it's time that Sin City Wrestling stops protecting you and forces you to put that title up against my client, Sean Jackson.

He makes his way up the ring steps, then enters the ring.

Marshall: What's the matter Drake? my client has scared you so much that you've begged Sin City Wrestling to offer up Giani Di Luca as the sacraficial lamb in order to give you the night off?

Marshall begins to wag his index finger back and forth.

Marshall: Well, how cowardly of you."

Marshall points towards a specific group of marines.

Marshall: Imagine if those guys were cowards Drake. Imagine how it would affect the battlefield if they hid behind women and children, like you hide behind the powers that be here in SCW. To hide behind Giani Di Luca while holding on to a championship that you no longer deserve. But that's alright Drake, my client informed me earlier that there's more than one way to skin a cat.

A very sinister look forms on his face.

Marshall: My client knows of your personal problems. He knows of your inabilities to make a certain woman in your life happy and well...

The sinister look is accompanied by a smile.

Marshall: I think my client can help you with that. I believe her name is....Misty. Is it not?

Marshall goes to pacing.

Marshall: Since she is nothing but a burden to you, and since she is also a menace to our good friends the Mean Girls. Well, it's only fitting....

Marshall stops, switches gears and completely changes the subject.

Marshall: Giani Di Luca, welcome back to Sin City Wrestling. Since you've been gone, things have changed here a bit. With that said, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marshall Owens, and I represent the Mental Rapist, Sean Jackson. Now I do understand that dial up internet is slow in your part of Italy, so let me bring you up to speed.

Marshall clears his throat.

Marshall: The man that you will be stepping into the ring with tonight, is solely responsible for putting down Jamie Dean and his buddy Justin Halliwell. He was solely responsible for putting Drake Green on the shelf for a few months, and he'll ultimately be responsible for doing it again. This time, permanently. Yes Giani, the same man who will step into the ring with you tonight, is the same man who is perfectly capable of ending careers....

Marshall snaps his fingers.

Marshall: Just. Like. That. But Giani, I know that I can stand up here and attempt to tell you what my client has in store for you, but I would be wasting my time. The only way for you to truly understand, is to have you step through these ropes, enter this ring, and then experience the same fate that fell Justin Halliwell, that fell Jamie Dean, and will ultimately do in Drake Green and yourself.

Again Marshall snaps his fingers.

Marshall: Just. Like. That. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to with my client for their are a few more little fishes in the sea to deal with....

Holding up two fingers, he directs a message at the Marines.

Marshall: Peace.

Satisfied, Marshall tosses the mic out of the ring and towards one of the ring workers who is close by. Marshall then exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp as the shot shifts back to the announcers.




The camera returns to the ringside area as Jacob Summers steps through the ropes and the bell sounds!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall!

"I have no space
No room to move around
And this box is getting smaller
I'm trying to get out"

"How did I get so far
From where I was
When did I decide
To lose my way
Who have I become"

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.

Adams: Oh how I've missed these sing a longs.

Simone: Really?

Adams: No. Bazinga!

Simone: Okay Sheldon!

Justin: Coming down the aisle, from Parts Unknown, weighing 225 pounds ... JON DOUGH!

En route to the ring, Jon high fives as many fans as he can till he hits the ring. He then slides from under the button ropes. He 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.

Simone: As mysterious as that masked man is, I just can't get over this penchant he has for singing with the fans.

Adams: Hey it takes all kinds. You know, some people used to think I was a little strange when I wrestled?

Simone: The hell you say.

The clapping from Kanye West's "Power" can be heard as the audience quickly begins to boo. Out from behind the curtain on to the stage walks James Nathaniel Ringo followed closely by his ally J2H. The star formerly known as James Huntington Hawkes is wearing a black suit with an open collar black shirt on underneath. RIngo stands clad in an gaudy black and gold long robe with the name "Mr. Ringo" written on the back. The two stand side by side and as their "Black Fist" logo comes up on the screen behind them, they both raise their left closed fists high in the air in solidarity.

POP POP POP POP POP

Light pyro blows off on either side of them as they lower their fists and begin to make their way down to the ring.

Justin: And his opponent, from Miami, FL, weighing in at 245 pounds???James Nathaniel Ringo!

They get to the steps and J2H runs up first, with Ringo slowly following behind him. As Ringo gets in the ring he raises his arms for the crowd and he lets their boos and taunts soak in for a bit. He gives John Dough a disparaging look before taking the microphone from Justin Decent.

Ringo: My name is James Nathaniel Ringo and I am better than you.

Crowd: Crowd: BOO!

He raises his hand a bit as if to quiet the crowd down.

Ringo: I know this is not your fault. You didn't ask to be born in to a lower class of citizenship, you didn't ask to be so inferior.

J2H nods his head in agreement.

Ringo: This is why you, as a people, need us. We're the light at the end of the tunnel. We're the white horse, shining a beacon of hope, that has come to save all of us the wretches of this pitiful place known as Sin City Wrestling. And no matter where you are from, far or distant land, and no matter how you choose to hide yourself. Whether it be behind someone???or some mask???

Ringo points at John Dough.

Ringo: ???you will bow before me.

He takes a step closer to his opponent.

Ringo: You will kneel before???.POWER!

He chucks the microphone back over to Justin Decent and slowly unties his robe. He slips it off, unveiling his chiseled physique, and hands it over to the referee. J2H and Ringo exchange nods as the former slips out of the ring and Mr. Ringo begins to bounce back and forth, waiting for the bell to be rung.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The two men come from out of their corners and slowly circle the ring, sizing each other up. They pause and move in for the tie up but Jon Dough changes tactics at the last moment, lashing out with a martial arts kick to J.N. Ringo's leg, causing him to stumble. Ringo grabs his leg as Dough moves in to take immediate advantage but Ringo swings with his free hand, nearly missing Dough's chin as the masked man dodges the blow. Jon answers this shot with another kick, this time delivering it to Ringo's other leg, making him stumble back against the ropes as J2H calls in to Jacob, crying foul at Dough's tactics.

Simone: I don't see what the little punk is bitching about. Those kicks are perfectly legal.

Adams: And if he keeps them up, he's going to dismantle Mr. J.N. before the match really gets going.

J.N. ducks his body halfway through the ropes as Jon makes a move against him, forcing Jacob to get between the two. J.N. flicks his hand at his opponent, warning him away, and Jacob backs Jon Dough up to give Ringo some breathing room. Jacob then turns and starts to count against Ringo, making him get back inside of the perimeter of the ring.

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

Ringo does step back in, eyeing Jon Dough warily while pointing at him and complaining to Jacob about the use of the kicks. The two men circle again, then pause at the center of the ring and go to lock up, when this time Jon lets loose a barrage of both martial arts kicks and open palm strikes to J.N.'s upper body! Jon then drops and pivots, using his leg to sweep Ringo's out from under him. Jon quickly turns away from him, standing at his side, and performs a perfect standing moonsault, landing on his feet as J2H grabs his partner by the boot and drags him out of the ring, much to the displeasure of the crowd.

Simone: And this is where having someone like J2H at ringside gives a man like J.N. Ringo a pretty damn big advantage.

J2H pulls Ringo into an embrace as the crowd boos and jeers, prompting both young men to turn to the capacity crowd of fans, soldiers and their families and yell right back at them! J.N. Ringo then turns and points into the ring, yelling at the official over Jon Dough's tactics. Jacob is having none of it though and instead, he begins to issue a count against him...

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

Mr. Ringo answers this by rolling inside of the ring, then right back out, breaking the count. J2H smiles and nods at his partner's smart move, as J.N. walks around the ring. Jacob starts to count again...

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

Finally J.N. climbs up onto the apron and is about to step through the ropes, but Jon Dough advances on him and Ringo scrambles back out, dropping to the floor and complaining to the referee.

Simone: Oh come ON! This is getting tiresome!

Adams: I think Jon feels the same way. look!

Jon Dough brushes past the referee and climbs through the ropes, dropping to the floor. Jon walks up from behind the two young men. J2H turn and sees him and jumps back as Jon grabs J.N. by the shoulder and spins him roughly to face him and nails him in the bare chest with a stinging knife edge chop!

Crowd: Wooooo!

J.N. staggers away, clutching his welting sternum and his face contorted in pain, and Jon grabs him by the head and trunks and rolls him back inside of the ring.

Simone: Finally!

Jon then climbs up on the apron and starts to step back inside when J2H hurries over and grabs him by the foot. Jon pulls but J2H won't let go and Dough turns around towards the interfering young grappler but the distraction is costly as J.N. Ringo comes up from behind him and German suplexes him right on the back of his head!

Adams: Jon REALLY should have brought some back up!

Jon is folded in half and a cocky J.N. Ringo just lounges across the back of his legs in a lazy cover.

1.....
2.....
Jon kicks out!

Simone: He couldn't have seriously thought he'd get the pin like THAT.

J.N. grabs Jon and pulls him to his feet. J.N. takes a swing at him but Jon ducks it and delivers a kick to the stomach, doubling Ringo over. Jon then attempts a vertical suplex but Ringo shifts his weight so he lands on his feet behind Dough. J.N. then grabs him around the waist and runs him into the ropes, pulling him off into bridging Backlund Cradle!

1.....
2.....
Jon kicks out!

Adams: Pretty sweet pin there by Mister J.N. Ringo, we gotta give him credit.

Simone: Must we?

Ringo delivers a kick to Jon's solar plexus, sending him spinning over into a corner where Ringo grabs the ropes and presses a boot into Jon's throat, choking him viciously as Jacob counts against him!

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

And only just before the count of five does J.N. Ringo stop, so as to avoid an automatic DQ. J.N. pulls him up and Irish whips Dough into the neutral corner, then charges in but Jon greets him with a roundhouse kick, bringing the crowd to its feet!

Simone: Those kicks could do J.N. Ringo in at any given moment.

Adams: Yeah but Jon isn't in the best shape either right now.

Jon takes a moment to get his bearings, then he hops up and seats himself on the top turnbuckle, when J.N. jumps to his feet and dropkicks Jon, sending him tumbling to the floor in a very bad fall!

Simone: Oh my god!

Adams: He could have broken his neck... or back!

The crowd boos as a smiling J.N. struts around the ring, celebrating while Jacob warns him to stay back. This only allows J2H to hurriedly grab Jon Dough on the outside and run him right into the steel steps! The crash causes Jacob to hurriedly turn around but J2H is by then just hanging out at the ring post, giving the official his best 'who, me?' face.

Simone: Those two make me absolutely sick!

J.N. holds his hands up in 'mock surrender' as he leans back against the ropes while Jacob issues his count against Jon who is trying his best to recover from the two-on-one assault.

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

Jon climbs up onto the apron, and J.N. rushes him but Jon kicks his foot up and nails him right in the head! J.N. staggers back and Jon uses the ropes to propel himself into the ring, grabbing J.N. along the way and he plants his skull into the mat with a DDT! Jon with the cover!

1.....
2.....
J.N. gets his shoulder up!

Jon gets up and drags J.N. up along with him. Jon goes for a short-arm clothesline but Ringo ducks the blow. Ringo then takes a swing but Jon ducks behind him and grabs his arms, lifting him up and driving him right back down with the Dough Drop! Jon rolls him over and covers him!

1.....
2.....
J2H jumps up onto the apron, distracting the referee!

Adams: No way! He had him!

Simone: Damn it, Jacob! You should have finished the count!

Jon slams his hands into the mat and stands up. He walks right over to where J2H and the referee are arguing. Jon takes swing but J2H is able to dodge the blow, but he doesn't dodge the shuffle sidekick that knocks him off the apron and to the floor!

Adams: Alright!

Jon looks out of the ring, pointing at the fallen J2H who is fighting to get back to his feet! Jon then turns around and catches a charging J.N. Ringo with a back body drop, sending him flying over the ropes -- and crashing right into J2H!

Simone: Listen to the fans! They are loving this!

Jon tries to go out after J.N. but Jacob backs him away from the ropes and Jon respectfully complies. Jacob then turns around to start counting against J.N. Ringo.

1...
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3...
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5...
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8...

J.N. manages to pull himself up onto the apron and Jon immediately grabs him in a front facelock. He reaches over and prepares to suplex Ringo back inside, when J2H grabs his foot and trips him, bringing Jon crashing down with Ringo on top of him!

Simone: No!

Jon struggles to kick out but J2H holds his feet tightly!

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

Adams: Oh come ON!

The crowd boos as the bell rings, and J2H lets go of Jon's feet and scrambles around the ring to avid being seen. J.N. gets to his feet with a prideful smile on his face as he points to his arm, prompting Jacob to have to raise it.

Justin: The winner of the match... MISTER J.N. RINGO!

Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!

The crowd boos as Jon tries to tell Jacob what happened, but the referee is powerless as he did not see it! Suddenly J2H comes up from behind Jon and dropkicks him, knocking him down to the mat! J.N. and he start kicking and stomping away at the masked Superstar and the crowd breaks out into cheers!

Adams: Look who's coming!

Simone: Oh enough with the cheesy pick up lines you use on your wife!

Giani Di Luca and the Roulette Champion Equinox come charging down the aisle! They slide inside of the ring and J.N. and J2H waste no time in making a hasty exit from the ring! Giani checks on Jon as Equinox leans over the top rope, holding up his title belt and shouting at the retreating (and smiling) faces of J.N. Ringo and J2H!




Veronica, Tessa, and Angelica, collectively known as the Mean Girls, are walking through as if they were royalty. Delia is wearing a pink blazer jacket and matching skirt, while the others are dressed more casually. Mercedes, Veronica, and Delia are carrying their belts with pride, showing them off as the various staff and roster members look on with contempt. Delia blows them a kiss, waving as she licks at her red lipstick. They round the corner, and nearly bump right into Holly Wood. There is a long stare down, with tension so thick that not even a knife could cut through it. Finally, a smirk comes over Delia's face as she holds her arms out for a hug. Holly raises her eyebrows, licking her teeth as she dares Delia to try it. Finally, she gives in, and gives the most fake embrace possible. Delia kisses tenderly at each side of Holly's face.

Delia: Alex, darling??? it is so nice to see you again. Have you come to pick up your last paycheck?

Holly: It's Holly??? Mz. Wood if you nasty, hun-TY!

Delia raises an eyebrow as she looks back to the other Mean Girls who begin whispering. Delia turns back to Holly and then smiles sweetly.

Delia: I'm sorry, who? Z'e last person I knew by z'at name ceased to exist in our world when she walked out of z'e fabulous Mean Girls clubhouse??? You look more like z'e plain??? basic??? Alex Jeffries, in a nappy wig and bad make up.

Angelica: Sorry bout it???

Delia: Oh, I'm not. And if I might be candid wi's you for a moment, Alex??? I find it ras'er pas'etic z'at you have decided to spring your visit on us. You better be prepared to beg like hardcore to get us to let you back in. As I understand, when Angelica darling asked you to return, you said you would ras'er castrate yourself and gag on your eleganza???

Mercedes: Come on, Delia. He obviously didn't mean it. Who wouldn't want to hang out with the only golden stable in SCW history?

Veronica: He had better apologize for calling me the mole. That was sooooo uncool.

Holly yawns and rolls her eyes as she taps her foot impatiently. Tessa stares cautiously, unsure of what to say here, being the new "nice" Mean Girl. She nibbles on her bottom lip in a cutesy fashion, but before she can put in her two cents, Delia turns back to face Holly closely.

Delia: So, what do you have to say for yourself, hunty? You better make it good, and make it quick, because we have more important business to attend to tonight??? As I'm sure you know, our time is very precious.

Holly taps her foot as Delia smirks, attacking Delia with her eyes. She waits until Delia is clearly finished and then she bites into her lip a little before scoffing.

Holly: Kay, you finished yet, bitch? I didn't come here to apologize to you dirty ass hoes???

Mercedes: Ex-CUSE you?

Angelica: Ohhhh??? uh, no she didn't just???

Veronica: Oh she did just, honey??? She did??? just!

Holly: Mmmhmmm, I did just. But let me put it on blast for you blind, deaf, and dumb bitches??? I didn't come here to apologize to you. I came here to sign my new contract.

Delia: Wow, they're letting you step back into the ring? That's funny, because you are just a less hot version of me with a penis.

Holly: You coulda left that last part off, because word on the streets is that you got one too. Wanna see whose is bigger?

Delia goes to speak when Holly places a hand in Delia's face, quieting her down immediately. She growls in anger, but Holly doesn't let it deter her from speaking once more.

Holly: Scratch that. We both know yours is as big as your ego, Ron Jeremy??? But, I'm here to start one of my two new jobs around here??? So you *might* want to be careful how you proceed with this conversation, mama???

Delia scoffs and rolls her eyes. She begins to laugh as Holly shrugs her shoulders. She unzips her pink jacket, revealing a tube top that looks suspiciously like??? a referee's striped shirt! The crowd cheers as Holly does a mock hair flip. As Delia is about to respond, Ms. Rocky Mountains, Pussy Willow, and Scott Oliver walk up on Holly, backing her up with smiles on their faces. Pussy turns to Holly with a wide, welcoming smile on her face.

Pussy: Holly, are you ready to learn the procedures for backstage reporting? You're going to do great here, I just know it.

Scott: Sha! All the dudes are jealous of me now for sure. I don't just have two hot ladies working with me anymore. I got three!

Pussy and Rocky share an amused look as Holly holds a finger up to her lips, and a wily smirk spread across her face.

Holly: He don't need to know??? Not yet anyway???

Holly, Rocky, and Pussy share an amused laugh as they walk off. Scott thinks about it for a second before nodding and smiling, obviously not getting it still. He jogs to catch up with the others as we fade on the flabbergasted Mean Girls.




The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Joanne moving along the hallway with a look of rage across her face. She passes by stage hands, as they step out of her way as she passes. Joanne stops in front of a door and knocks hard but not waiting for an answer. She barges into the room and there sits Hot Stuff himself.

Joanne: We need to talk.

Mark looks up and a smile forms on his lips. She looked pissed and most times that wasn't a good thing, but for the owner of the company... It wouldn't be a problem.

HS: Miss Canelli, what can I do for you?

Joanne: You know damn well why I'm here. That bitch Veronica was suppose to give me half of the Tag Titles last week, but instead she beat the shit out of me...

HS: I saw that match and I have to say that I'm impressed with your win, and you deserve the other half of the title.

Joanne smiles and leans against the desk.

Joanne: Thank you. But as you saw Veronica isn't willin' to give it to me. So maybe you could haul her ass into your office and make her give it to me? I mean she has to give it to me if you or Mr. Underwood says right?

He sighs and shakes his head.

HS: True, but you should go and speak to Veronica. I'm sure she'll give it you.

Joanne: WHAT? Did you even see what she did to me? She's not goin' to just give it to me! And besides if I go and "talk" to her her face is goin' to be planted into the floor in her lockeroom. So maybe you can convince her to do so?

HS: Miss Canelli this isn't High School. I'm sure you can handle this on your own. You're a big girl. Now if you excuse me...

Joanne looks at him with narrowed eyes, and shakes her head.

Joanne: Fine I'll go and talk to her but if she ends up with her bones broke by the end of the night it'll be on your hands, not mine.

Joanne walks out of the office and slams the door behind her. She mutters something in Italian as she walks, but then a smile comes across her face, as she rounds the corner as the scene fades to black.




The stage lights whirl around with red flashing lights as a siren goes off. After a few seconds, "Amazing" by Hi Fashion begins playing as the lights continue to spin. The fans boo, looking around the seating areas to spot the Mean Girls, but they can't be seen. Finally, the screen comes on to reveal Tessa Flannigan, Angelica, Veronica Taylor, Mercedes Vargas, and Delia Darling standing in the backstage area. Delia is dressed as a "butch" female cop, while the others are as fashionable as ever. The crowd boos loudly as Tessa raises a microphone to her lips.

Tessa: ???ello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this edition of???

Mean Girls (unison): FASHHHHHHHION POOOOOOOOOOOOLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEE!!! *laughter*

Tessa: Since we're so nice, we decided to give the sexy men in uniform a break tonight. So buckle yer seatbelts, because yer in for a rough ride!

Angelica forcefully takes the microphone from Tessa, though she plays it off as if it were all part of the plan. However, the look on Tessa's face says otherwise. Angelica gets a sweet smile on her face as she flips her hair over her shoulder tenderly with a giggle.

Angelica: That's right, we decided to take this little show backstage because??? let's face it. There's a reason these people are kept backstage while the more fashionably forward???

Angelica brings her hand out across the entirety of the remaining Mean Girls stable. This causes more boos to rain in from the audience as Angelica shrugs her shoulders in a nonchalant manner before continuing.

Angelica: ??? get to stand in the spotlight. I mean, you've got the best manager of the year, regardless of what the Year End Awards say, like obviously I'm going to win??? Anyway. You've got me??? You've got a hot Irish girl, yeah they totally exist! I'm shocked too!

Angelica points to Tessa as if she were amazed by seeing a living, breathing oxymoron right before her very eyes. Tessa isn't sure whether she should take offense, or relish in finally being called "hot". Before she can react, Angelica brings the microphone back to her lips while looking over to Veronica with a smile.

Angelica: Then you've got your current Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Veronica Taylor and??? Veronica Taylor. You know, the true Bombshell Tag Champions??? the ones who actually beat the former tag champs? And lets not forget the spiciest 3 Time Bombshell Roulette Champion like ever??? The Argentine Assassin, Ms. Mercedes Alicia Vargas Casta??? Yeah, Mercedes Vargas y'all!

The Mean Girls clap their hands for Veronica and Mercedes, despite Angelica's obvious blunder when introducing Mercedes. This garners more booing from the audience, as the Mean Girls slow their roll for a moment. Angelica stares down at "Officer Darling" and the Bombshell Championship draped over her shoulder. She gives a sweet smile and a wink.

Angelica: Aaaaand??? Delia Darling, your BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! We're totally fab, and skinnier than ever now that we've dropped a couple hundred pounds in the form of Mz. Holly Wood and Liz Smalls. But, if you pay attention to SCW like??? at all, then you already knew all of this. But, we don't mind reminding you, because we're aware that your I.Q.'s are not all that high, so??? Sorry bout it, el oh el...

Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Angelica shrugs her shoulders before slowly lending the microphone back to Tessa. Tessa looks around and then a wicked grin comes over her face as she steps forward. She grabs onto a man in an SCW polo shirt and torn jeans, with many loose chains hanging from the belt loops. She scoffs and then raises the microphone to her lips.

Tessa: Oh, take a gander at this sad, sad case of fashion faux pas??? Though, backstage, we like to call the chap Lenny. Only because if we called him Leonard, people might think he's more attractive by comparing him to a certain Big Bang Theory character and like??? he's even less attractive than that???

Angelica squints her eyebrows and shakes her head from side to side as she gently knocks on the side of her own head in confusion. Meanwhile, the other Mean Girls simply groan. Tessa shrugs her shoulders and sighs before holding the microphone out for "Officer Darling." who scratches a pen against her ticket book.

Delia: One count of wearing fashionable glasses when dressed like a slob! One count of wearing a Polo shirt wi's baggy jeans! And five reports of fashion indecency! Get out of our faces, loser!

Lenny looks as if he wants to respond, but Delia shoves the tickets firmly into his chest and then gives him a hard shove out of the camera's view. Angelica calmly takes the microphone and looks around backstage before her eyes rest on her favorite part of the backstage area??? the makeup table. She walks up to a woman who seems to be rather beautiful for her age, which falls slightly past the Mean Girls acceptable age. Angelica blinks as she walks over to the woman, looking at her black ruffled top and white jeans as she shakes her head.

Angelica: Some people might recognize this one from periodic backstage segments. This is the *air quotes* lovely, Janet. She's SCW's make up lady, yet the Mean Girls do our own make up, because??? let's be honest here??? would you trust someone who looks like this to make you look beautiful?

Angelica slowly turns Janet around to face the camera, running a hand down her face as she shows off what appears to be a relatively normal, seamless look. Angelica scoffs and then looks down at her outfit once more.

Angelica: First off, everyone knows that you don't wear white after labor day??? And you look like a forty year old cougar who is trying to pounce on a twenty something guy at a club with that shirt. Hunty, you could use our help, and that's why we're here???

Janet: I'm fine the way I am. I???

Veronica: Ugh, and what are you going for with that hair? Ratchet cougar from the 80's? Like gross, the 80's were fashion backwards anyway. Also, who did your make up the circus?

Delia: TWO counts of poor foundation, because darling??? the seams are showing???One count of 80's hair in 2014. Z'e 80's went out of style five years ago??? And two counts of wearing pumps wi's capris! We'll let you off wi's a warning for z'e "white after Labor Day" s'ing???

Delia continues to scratch her pen across the tickets before tearing them out and handing them over to Janet with authority. Janet rolls her eyes and sets them down on the make up table as she continues setting up for her next client. Meanwhile, Veronica spots a fashion faux pas just a few feet away in the form of Ms. Rocky Mountains. She scoffs and then nods in agreement with Tessa, Angelica, Veronica, and Mercedes as she approaches her.

Veronica: Like, Geek Chic hasn't been "in" for a while now, so this tired ensemble is a major fashion DO NOT! I mean, ruffled shirts, like are we in Shakespearean times? And honey, I know they say "If you got it, flaunt it" but you're taking it to a whole new level???

Veronica points to Rocky's ample bosom and then scoffs as she pulls her collar together a bit more. She then goes to fix Rocky's hair, while the meek backstage interviewer looks rather annoyed. However, Veronica stops before actually touching Rocky's hair and scrunches up her face in displeasure.

Veronica: That hair is just like??? completely unsavable. You should shave it and start from scratch, hunty. Sorry bout it. And obviously you're one of the few who uses Janet for your make up. My advice to you would be to hire your own makeup artist.

Rocky: I don't have that kind of money???

Angelica: Obviously with that Walmart get up you're wearing, el oh el???

Delia: ONE count of wearing an outdated fashion! I'm being nice wi's z'is, but like ten counts of horrible make up infractions wi's one look! Two counts of wearing faux designer labels! And one count of being busted and basic! You are dismissed???

Delia finishes writing her citations and then she slams the tickets into Rocky's chest. Rocky looks at them in a bit of confusion before shaking her head and walking off.

Mercedes: Rocky! Oh come on, Rocky! We didn't mean it!

Mercedes mouths "wow" and chuckles a bit then turns to Delia and Veronica.

Mercedes: It's going to be hard to top that. I'm willing to bet Rocky is going to start crying in the bathroom stalls again.

Just as Mercedes continues, Erik Staggs enters the scene to a large pop from the crowd. As always, the Head of Talent Relations is impeccably dressed, but he seems to be in a casual mood with sleeves rolled up and an unbuttoned collar.

Erik Staggs: Hello, ladies. I'm glad I ran into you, Mercedes, because I think you have some explaining to do.

Mercedes: Wait, I know why you're here. You're here to congratulate Delia on a well-fought victory in the main event. I mean, it was phenomenal. The crowd was at the edge of their seat. It was...wait for it. Amazing.

Erik lets out a chuckle while scratching the back of his neck.

Erik: Yeah, it was amazing. Personally, the main event could have gone either way. I think it was because of your interference why Delia is still champion. I think she cheated. But I do remember that you didn't do quite so hot yourself against the Chastains last week. What was th -

Mercedes puts a finger to Erik's mouth, silencing him.

Mercedes: Say no more, Erik. Enough about me, let's talk about you. For instance, I couldn't help but notice that you're looking a little tense there. I know that life can be stressful, especially when you're helping to run the day-to-day operations of a successful wrestling company like SCW. And you're the Head of Talent Relations? Word is getting around that you're a little cranky these days.

Erik: I don't follow.

Mercedes: Yeah, well, I would be too if I was related to Vixen. No wonder why you're turning gray! No, no. Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Staggs. Going through a midlife crisis is perfectly normal. You've got a face a mother could love...if she was color blind in one eye. And speaking of colorblind, that suit.

Mercedes looks him up and down, shaking her head.

Mercedes: I know you've got a reputation to keep as a well-dressed man, but tonight just isn't your night. Black? Really? Are you going to a Bar Mitzvah, funeral, or a wedding? Maybe all three?

Mercedes turns to Delia to offer her final thoughts.

Mercedes: Delia, what's your verdict for Old Yeller here?

Delia places her thumbs through her belt loops as she saunters over to Erik in a butch fashion. She sniffs and then lifts one thumb up, licking it before pulling out the ticket book. She clicks her pen with authority as she glares at Erik, who glares right back, with a half smirk on his face.

Delia: ONE COUNT of being crusty and dusty. One count of acting twenty years younger z'an you actually are. TWO COUNTS of wearing a rip off designer brand suit, and??? You know what????

Delia clicks her pen once more, matching Erik's smirk as she lifts her shades up to her hairline. She licks at her bottom lip and then slides the pen into her side pocket. She clears her throat and then shoves the entire ticket book into Erik's chest as hard as she can, shoving him backward a few steps in a surprising showing of strength.

Delia: Keep it???

With that, Delia turns to walk away when a loud thud is heard and Erik falls flat on his face. Delia turns, looking over her shoulder briefly to hear Veronica and Mercedes gasp. She smirks as Angelica stands with a pink Mean Girls printed chair in her hand, raising it up in the air once more. Tessa stares at her in utter shock, while Delia says with next to no sincerity in her voice.

Delia: No??? stop???

Delia continues walking off as Angelica slams the chair down two more times before security makes their way onto the scene, scooping Angelica up and carrying her toward the exit. Mercedes looks over to Delia who shrugs her shoulders.

Delia: Sorry bout it, hunties???

Veronica snickers as the remaining four walk out of the scene as Erik lies unconscious on the ground.




Simone: Two weeks ago during the match between Gabriel and Rage and ROAR Dark Tiger was attacked by Chris Shipman in his debut.

Adams: That was two weeks ago and now Dark Tiger is back and ready for action.

Simone: Tonight they face Ryan Kidd and Kris Halc and they hope to use this opportunity to get some momentum going into their match against the Bosom Buddies at High Stakes, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and there is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that is overpowering the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.

Justin: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 217ibs, the Ace of Clubs Kris Halc!

As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black pants and a black shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd as he waits for his opponent.

Simone: These past couple of weeks hasn't been kind to Kris!

Adams: No kidding! First he gets Powerbombed onto a huge pile of thumbtacks by Ringo and then he loses a match to the debuting Lord Raab via knock-out! I'm surprised he's coming out here for this match!

Justin: And his partner!

The lights in the arena die down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation, "Brave Hearts" by No Bragging Rights suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of gold lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He roars and pumps up the crowd

Justin: Making his way to the ring???weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and TWELVE POUNDS??? from Los Angeles, California??? Pro wrestling's Evil Knievel??? RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN??? KIDD!!

As the gold lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp and slaps some hands of the fans ringside. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena and raises his arm. He then continues walking making his way around the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He then stops in front of a steel steps and runs up to it stopping on the ring apron. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms and roars to pump up the crowd. He somersaults down from the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He roars and raises his arms in the air to the delight of the fans. He then somersaults down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm ala Edge as the fans cheers him on. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up as he awaits his opponents.

Simone: As for Ryan, well this is the first time we've seen him since he got speared off of the second cage at Violent Conduct II alongside Gabriel Aser!

Adams: And we haven't seen Gabriel either! At least he gets to play nurse with Amy!

Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!

Justin: And their opponents!

A spotlight is shone on the ramp as Dark Tiger and Jeremiah stand on the ramp, and they head down the ring. The Fans go wild for them, and Jeremiah fist bumps with the fans.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, making their way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Diamond, at a total combined weight of 535lbs. "Big Tiger" Jeremiah Hardin, "the Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger. They are Rebels on a Rampage, R.O.A.R.!!!!!

Dark Tiger steps over the ring ropes and Jeremiah lowers the ropes for Diamond as she enters and he enters the ring and they get in the ring, and Diamond rips off Jeremiah's camo pants to reveal his wrestling gear and she kisses Jeremiah and she leaves the ring. Dark Tiger pats Jeremiah on the back as they wait on the match to start.

Simone: So not only are Ryan and Kris fighting injured but they are fighting against the number one contenders for the tag titles and two men who both outweigh them and tower over them!

Adams: Wonder what they did to piss of Mark?

Drew orders the two teams to decide on who's going first and Dark Tiger practically volunteers to go first for ROAR, Ryan and Kris are more than a little reluctant to start for obvious reasons but after a little prodding by Drew Kris elects to start the match for the team allowing Drew to call for the bell.

Simone: And here we go!

Adams: Look at Kris's face! He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else on the planet right now!

Dark Tiger tries to get the jump on Kris but the smaller man rolls out of the wall and backs off into a corner, Dark Tiger charges in for a move of some kind but he never gets to hit it because Kris manages to get his boots up stunning the big man and allowing Kris to quickly climb to the middle rope.

Simone: I'm surprised Kris didn't take the opportunity to tag in Ryan.

Adams: Maybe he wants to make sure that Dark Tiger's down first! And besides, I don't think Ryan wants to tag in!

Kris leaps off the middle turnbuckle and tries for a Tornado DDT, this almost works but Dark Tiger catches him and practically launches Kris half-way across the ring with a belly to belly suplex getting a big pop from the crowd in the process.

Adams: Air Halc coming in for landing!

Simone: And not a soft landing either!

Kris: Fuck this!

Kris says before forcing Ryan to tag him in as soon as he's back on his feet, Ryan protests this but when Kris points out that Big Tiger is posing for the crowd Ryan gets the idea before springboarding into the ring and hitting a massive springboard dropkick to Dark Tiger's face knocking the big man through a loop!

Simone: What a move by Ryan!

Adams: This may be the break Ryan and Kris have been looking for!

Ryan quickly goes for a cover 1???.2???.and Dark Tiger powers out of it! Rather than make a b-line back to his partner however Ryan takes advantage of Dark Tiger's stunned state and locks in a sleeper hold on Dark Tiger.

Simone: Ryan's known for his high risk offence hence his nickname, he's not exactly known as a submission specialist!

Adams: True but remember, the last time anything was wrapped around Dark Tiger's neck was when Chris Shipman made his debut, his neck is probably still tender from that!

Jeremiah realizes this and tries to get the crowd behind Dark Tiger as Ryan Kidd keeps the submission hold locked in tight whilst Kris takes the time to mock Dark Tiger from the ring apron, after a couple of minutes Dark Tiger seems to be out cold and Drew gets in position to check up on Dark Tiger, Drew raised Tiger's arm once and it falls, he does so again and it falls again.

Simone: If that arm falls a third time we're looking at the biggest upset in SCW History!

Adams: Bigger than Hawkes beating Goth and Argento for the SCW Roulette Championship?

Simone: Okay, second biggest!

Drew raises Dark Tiger's arm a third time but this time it stays up! Ryan starts shaking his head no as Dark Tiger gets back to his feet picking up Ryan in the process, at this point Kris comes in and tries to take the big man down with a Superkick but Dark Tiger sees it coming and bends over just in time so that Ryan takes the Superkick instead!

Simone: Kris just hit his own partner!

Adams: Somehow I don't think they are going to be teaming up after tonight, call it a hunch!

Kris realizes what he has done as Dark Tiger slams Ryan to the floor but he doesn't get long to contemplate on it as Dark Tiger charges in for a clothesline that Kris ducks underneath and tries for another Superkick on the rebound, Dark Tiger catches his leg however and delivers a modified one handed spinebuster!

Simone: You have to wonder what's going through Kris's head right now.

Adams: A lot of pain and "why did I piss off Mark?!".

Kris withers in pain whilst Ryan Kidd seems to just be out of it from that Superkick, Dark Tiger looks at the carnage around him, shrugs and tags in Jeremiah.

Simone: Was there even a point to that tag?

Adams: Probably not!

Kris gets back to his feet just in time for Jeremiah to wail on him for a few minutes with rights, lefts and a couple of kicks, Kris tries to fight back but gets a pair of Clotheslines and a Military Press that gets a pop from the military crowd.

Simone: Ryan's finally back on his feet and he's going for another Springboard Dropkick from the look of things???..but why Dark Tiger?

Adams: Maybe he still thinks Dark Tiger's the legal man?

Ryan goes for the Springboard Dropkick but this time it never hits as he practically gets run over by a Spear from Dark Tiger!

Simone: Oh my god! Dark Tiger just speared Kris out of mid-air!

Adams: I think I saw Ryan's upper body land in the cheap seats!

Dark Tiger nods to Jeremiah before they pick up Ryan's limp body???..

Simone: I think he can be pinned at this point, what's the point here?

Adams: There's your answer and it's called Beast Mode! Stick a fork in Ryan he's done!

Kris however is back on his feet and tries to fight both Tigers but it goes as well as you'd expect, one big boot and a Beast Mode later and Kris is down for the count as well.

Simone: And now Kris has eaten a Beast Mode!

Adams: If this isn't a strong message to the Bosom Buddies I don't know what is!

Both members of ROAR go for a cover on Ryan and Kris 1???.2???.3!

Justin: Here are your winners, Dark Tiger, Jeremiah Hardin, ROAR!

Simone: Strong showing from ROAR but Kris and Ryan tried their best out there tonight!

Adams: There best wasn't good enough apparently!

ROAR celebrate with Diamond as Ryan and Kris lay motionless in the ring.




The cameras open backstage to just a table sitting in the middle of an empty room. The table is dressed nicely with a beautiful bright green table cloth and set with white plates and silver cutlery. In the middle of the table are some flowers with two candles burning brightly on either side.

Adams: Ooh someone's going on a date tonight!!!

The camera pans in and the sound boom finally picks up on three voices. Panning in towards the table the camera angle switches to underneath it.

Narly: Dude, you totes remembered the secret password.

Radical: Sha, I know right?

Melody: We all did, OH MY GAWD how amaze!!!

Narly: Password is Coconuts, that's not hard to remember

Narly's eyes direct to Melody's innocently displayed cleavage.

Narly: Sha, little girl you've grown up.

Melody: I'm going to be a wrestler too!!!

Melody's voice is high pitched as she tries to contain her excitement.

Melody: Totally debuting next week.

Narly: Sha!

Radical: Narly!

Narly: Yes?

Radical: No it's Narly that our girl Mel Mel debuts next week bro!

Narly: Radical!

Radical: Yes?

Narly: No it's Radical, our Beach babe??? is gonna take over SCW!

Radical: One wave at a time bro!

Melody flicks a long lock of her blonde hair away from her face.

Melody: So excited!! Totally need to go get our hairs did before my big day!!!

Radical: Totes!!

Narly: Sha!!!

Melody: Blondes all the way!!!

Narly: Sha, we have more fun!!

Radical: always!

Radical and Narly both look at Melody who is gleaming with excitement.

Narly: So proud of you little dudette???

Radical: Sha!!!

Narly: You're going to rock the house down.

Radical: Just not our house, we just got the shack re-shack-ed-ed!

Melody: Aww thanks you guys!!!

Reaching out Melody gives her two favourite Surf Boys a long hug!

Melody: Will you come watch next week?

Narly: Sha!

Radical: Totes!!!

Melody: Sweet!!!

Narly: It's gonna be cooler than surfing on a hippo, while eating an awesome taco salad, and drinking from a coconut.

Melody looks confused at The Surf Boys.

Melody: That's a thing?

The Surf Boys nod and grin at Melody.

Radical: Totes Mellalicious! You've like never done that?!?

Melody shakes her head, her smiling face shaking from side to side.

Narly: We must do this now!

Radical: Sha! We just need a Mexican place right now!

Melody: And a hippo.

Narly: No, we got one of those.

Melody's eyes widen.

Melody: You do?

Radical: Sha! His name is Howard!

Melody: That's so cool!

Narly: Uh uh! Right, I'll go find Howard, you dude.

Narly points to Radical.

Narly: You find a Mexican place and dudette...

Narly points to Melody.

Narly: Find a coconut!

Radical: On it dude!

The Surf Boys attempt a high five, but miss each others hands and hit each other in the head as Melody winces and the camera cuts elsewhere.




The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Joanne making her way down the hallway. She has a look in her eye that screamed rage and hatred.After her chat with Hot Stuff it still didn't help, and she was going to get what was rightfully her's. She stops in front of a door, and kicks it in finding Veronica inside. Veronica, was on checking on her reflection in her tiny compact, as she heard the door of the locker room kicked in. Veronica, rolled her eyes as she saw her "tag team partner" Joanne. Veronica, then said still looking at her compact.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh, like how rude of you? Basics need to learn how to knock, before entering the Mean Girls locker room. Like, what do you want? I don't got all day, got a basic to beat down soon.

Joanne: I don't know who in the hell you think you are! But one of those titles is mine. Now I'll give you a choice right now, you can either hand one over or I can beat you and take it.I don't care if you're part of the Mean Girls or not, but their not here and you're all alone...

Veronica, rolled her eyes still staring at her reflection in the compact.

Veronica Taylor: Um, I am Veronica Freaking Taylor duh! Like, you know the woman who carried some whiny blonde brat to the titles, and now is saddled with carrying your basic self. See, hunty I am the tag team champions. And, I might be alone but I can more than handle myself with you as last week proved.

Joanne sighs, and grabs Veronica by the arm. She drops her mirror and it smashes on the floor. Joanne smirks and looks down at the mirror.

Joanne: If anythin' sweetie I am not basic. I've been in this game a hell of a lot longer then you have and have had my share of titles, I've been through hell and back in matches, and a little bitch like you will never stand to someone like me. Now you and I are tag partners whether you like it or not! Now hand over one of those titles and I'll walk out what's left of the door.

Veronica, moves away spraying herself with her perfume disgusted she was even toughed.

Veronica Taylor: First of all never touch me. I am worth far more, than you ever will be. And second, why do all you basics use that argument? Like, please its disgusting and ratchet. And, hunty your lucky to even have me as a partner, those belts look so much better with me.

Joanne: Don't talk down to me. I will always be your superior no matter what you do. I've had those titles once before and trust me they will never look good on you. So hand it over and I'll be on my way. Besides I've already talked with Hot Stuff and he said you need to give me one.

Veronica rolled her eyes in disgust.

Veronica Taylor: Please, hunty the only thing your better at than me. Is putting people to sleep, like I talk to whoever I want, however I want. You are even lucky to be this close to a belt, and you have me to thank for that hunty. And funny thing is Ward supports me and the Mean Girls. He does not support, a group that is named after some depression home movie about the Walters family life.

The room seems to get colder as Joanne sighs knowing her lie was seen through. She shivers as the lights flicker.

Voice: I would watch what you say for the walls have ears Veronica.

She turns round and there stands Necra. Her dark hair draped over her face, and her dark eyes sparkling in the light of the room.

Joanne: You're out numbered here hunny... And trust me if you don't give me the title now, we'll get it one way or another and I don't think that you want that fight on your own.

Veronica Taylor: Please, can the ugly circus quit coming to town. Like, this is not a place for basics, uglies ratches, and losers that need me to carry them. Like, ugh! one you two are paying for this door you broke or SCW is. Number two, you need to earn the right to hold one of my titles, and three keep this thing away from ringside no one wants to see it.

Necra's eyes turn red, as she stands beside Joanne. They turn back to their normal color once again, and the lights start to flicker above them.

Joanne: I tried to be nice... I tried to be fair, but now... You have made thin's a lot worse on yourself then you could've.

Necra: Just remember Veronica there is nowhere you can go that we will not be. Watch your back, and sleep with one eye open. For we are the shadows, where no light shines. Joanne will have that title one way or another, and there is nothing you can do to stop us.

The lights flicker off and once again, before going completely black. the lights come back on, and both Joanne and Necra are gone, with the smell of sulfur on the air. Veronica holds her nose disgusted, as she sprays around her perfume. All over the locker room annoyed, as she was still fuming before saying.

Veronica Taylor: And this is why, SCW needs the Mean Girls because of freaks like them...

The scene soon fades and we go back to the main part of the arena.




Justin Decent stands inside of the ring.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now my pleasure to introduce to you, the special referee for the following contest...

"Sissy That Walk" by RuPaul blasts over the sound system as a pink shadow box appears through the curtains. The silhouette of a lovely lady dancing is seen from the inside, seducing the crowd with her feminine wiles. It comes to rest at the edge of the stage, and after a moment, the lady inside kicks her way through the thin paper to reveal... Holly Wood!

Simone: Are you serious!?

Adams: Holly Wood is a SCW referee now!?

Mz. Wood flips her blonde hair over her shoulder as she raises her arms in the air, loosening her hips before sashaying down the ramp, dressed in a cutoff referee shirt and black boots shorts with matching high heel boots. She 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 to the music before joining Justin at his side, rubbing up against the handsome ring announcer.

Simone: What in God's name were Mark and Christian thinking!?

Adams: Oh I bet the Mean Girls are just LOVING this!

Justin: The following contest features the SCW Bombshells, and it is scheduled for one fall!

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.

Justin: Introducing first! Accompanied by Felony Fontanna, from Venice Beach, California, weighing 265 pounds ... ROCK ROSE!

Rose 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: This match won't be easy for a woman even Gothika's caliber. Rock Rose remains, without a doubt, the largest Bombshell in SCW history.

Adams: Not just SCW. I think she has to be the biggest female wrestler ANYWHERE!

The lights go out and eerie organ music starts to play softly accompanied by the screech of a raven. On the videotron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman.

"So soft and so tragic
As a slaughterhouse.
You press the knife
Against your heart.
And say,
"I love you, so much you must kill me now."

"I love you
So much
You must kill me now."

The beat of the music suddenly kicks in as the lights start to pulse blood red, and the silhouette reveals itself to be Gothika standing on the stage.

Justin: Rock Rose's opponent is accompanied by Raynin and Darknyss! From Detroit, Michigan, weighing 165 pounds ... GOTHIKA!

"If I was your vampire,
Certain as the moon,
Instead of killing time,
We'll have each other
Until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
Across your face,
Because I think
Our time has come."

The lights go back to normal and she stands there unmoving, almost cold and emotionless for a few moments, then she throws her fist in the air as she hisses at the crowd, baring her fangs before she walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring, followed closely by both her manager, Darknyss, and her tag team partner, Raynin. She slides under the bottom rope, and slithers to the middle of the ring before she climbs to her feet. As Darknyss and Raynin remain at ringside, Gothika climbs a turnbuckle, throws her fist into the air, hissing at the crowd again. She jumps down and goes across the ring to the other turnbuckle and throws her fist in the air again, hissing at the crowd. She then slowly climbs down and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

Adams: Gothika sure looks ready, doesn't she?

Simone: She doesn't appear to be the slightest bit concerned that she is outsized by a fairly vast amount. Height of six inches. A hundred pound weight disadvantage. And certainly Rose has the power. Gothika is going to have to use her speed and experience to put that amazon away.

Holly finishes checking Gothika as she did Rose, then daintily call for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Gothika and Rose both come from out of their corners and slowly circle the ring, eyeing one another, until they meet in the center of the ring, staring one another down.

Simone: Give Gothika credit. She is not backing down from 'Rock' Rose.

Adams: Why would she? She is a former Bombshell singles and tag champion here in SCW.

Simone: And Rose held the same tag gold that Gothika did, so we have two former champions about to go at it.

Heated words are exchanged between the two women until Rose plants her large hands on Gothika's shoulders and shoves her back into the ropes, then strikes a double biceps pose. Gothika stands upright and walks right back up to Rose, and returns the favor by shoving Rose, surprising the gargantuan grapplerette by sending her back a fair number of steps.

Adams: Like you said; she's not backing down.

Rose stomps right back up to Gothika and grabs her by the throat with one hand, but Gothika uses both of her arms to knock her grip aside, then socks her in the jaw with a right hand. Gothika then grabs Rose, setting her up in position for a scoop slam...

Adams: No way.

Gothika can't quite get her up and Rose drives an elbow down into the back of her neck, breaking up the attempt. Gothika shrugs the shot off and strikes Rose in her sternum with a solid forearm smash. Gothika then lays a boot into her midsection. Gothika dashes into the ropes but Rose cuts her off at the pass with a hard clothesline, sending the former Bombshell Champion to the canvas.

Simone: And that is where the size comes into play!

Rose quickly grabs Gothika up off of the mat and sends her into the corner with such impact that it shakes the ring! Gothika starts to stumble out and Rose crashes right into her with a charging splash into the corner with nowhere for Gothika to go. Gothika begins to stumble out and sink to the canvas but Rose scoops her up and drives her down into the mat with a body slam. Felony cheers her woman on as Raynin and Darknyss attempt to rally Gothika who struggles to regain her composure inside of the ring. Rose stalks her, watching as Gothika pulls herself up by use of the ropes and she backs into a corner and Rose presses her boot into her throat, choking her as Holly counts!

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

Rose breaks and threatens to swat Holly, but the effeminate official back pedals and points to her shirt. Rose grabs her and beel tosses Gothika the length of the ring!

Adams: *sings* She was an acrobats daughter! She swung by her teeth from a noose! Then one matinee, her bridgework gave way! And she flew the air like a goose!

The crowd is rallying behind Gothika as Rose grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her roughly to her feet. Rose sets her up in position for a powerbomb, but as she hauls her up into the air, Gothika fights back, grabbing a handful of her hair with one hand and throwing rapid fore fists into her skull with the other! Rose stumbles back and turns to a corner, depositing Gothika onto the top turnbuckle. Rose comes right for her but Gothika fends her off with a boot, knocking her back a step. Rose shrugs it off and runs at her but this time the veteran, Gothika, grabs Rose's arm, scissoring between her legs, and falls backward off of her perch, trapping Rose in a guillotine arm scissors! Rose yells in pain as Gothika stretches her arm over the top rope, using her weight to her advantage!

Simone: And right there is where Gothika's experience comes into play! She suckered Rose in and now Rose is paying for it!

Adams: yeah but Gothika can't keep a hold on like that forever or she'll be disqua... HOLY S@$T

Jason's outburst being due to Rose's power demonstration of dead lifting Gothika from the hanging position and pulling her back into the ring! Rose dumps her to the mat and favors her arm quite noticeably. Rose then charges Gothika, swinging wildly for another decapitating clothesline, but Gothika ducks! Gothika comes rebounding off the far side of the ring and pounces on Rose, taking the larger woman own to the canvas with a Thesz Press and she starts throwing fists into Rock Rose's head!

Simone: Rock Rose's arm is hurt! Gothika knew what to do and just used that right to her advantage!

Rose throws her off and starts to get up and Gothika lays in a martial arts kick to the back of her head!

Adams: What a shot!

Gothika then moves around her and nails an inside kick to Rose's sternum as the larger woman stands upright. Gothika grabs her arm and twists it into an arm wringer, then short arm clotheslines her but Rock Rose does not go down. Gothika runs into the ropes and comes off, this time with a running clothesline but again, Rose does not go off of her feet!

Simone: It is going to take a lot to get that woman down on the mat!

Gothika then runs off of the ropes again but this time Rose takes a swing at her but Gothika ducks, rebounds and ...!

Adams: Spear!

Simone: And even a woman Rose's size is going to go down when 165 pounds hits you with that much force!

Indeed Rose goes down, the wind knocked out of her, and Gothika goes for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Rose kicks out POWERFULLY!

Adams: Daaaaamn! Now THAT was a kick out!

Simone: And even Gothika looks fairly impressed!

Gothika shakes her head but goes back to work on her gargantuan opponent and delivers two stomps down into Rose's body before 'the Rock' grabs her boot, blocking a third kick, and shoves her back, throwing Gothika to the canvas. Rose forces her way to her feet as Gothika gets right back up. Gothika charges her but Rose catches her in a display of power by military pressing her high over her head, then dropping her down into a powerslam and cover!

1.....
2.....
Gothika kicks out!

Simone: We have to hand it to Gothika, being able to kick over 260 pounds off of her like that.

Rock Rose gets to her feet, pulling her opponent up along with her. Rose goes for an Irish whip but Gothika reverses it -- or tries to but Rose puts on the brakes -- and pulls Gothika into a bear hug suplex! Rose covers her again!

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

Simone: Gothika is indeed one of the stronger Bombshells we have here in Sin City Wrestling, but trying to match Rock Rose in power just is not going to work!

Rose grabs her and sends Gothika hard into the neutral corner. Rose gets a head of steam and charges in like a wild bull, bellowing, and Gothika moves and Rose crashes into the corner, her already hurt shoulder catching the steel post!

Adams: Oh even someone the size of Rock Rose can't stand up to a mistake like that!

Rose staggers back from the corner, clutching her shoulder, and Gothika springboards off of the ropes and connects with a scissors kick that fells the giantess!

Adams: Pure Domination!

Gothika forces Rose onto her back and hooks the leg!

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

The bell rings, signifying the end of the match!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

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

The crowd cheers as Gothika stands up and Raynin and Darknyss both enter the ring to raise her arms in victory, all the while Felony leaning into the ring to check on Rose who is coming to, shaking the cobwebs from her head.

Simone: Gothika picks up a very hard fought victory over Rock Rose, and if I'm not mistaken, she becomes the first woman to ever pin Rose's shoulders to the mat!

Adams: And just think! If Rose hasn't made that boo boo in the corner, this match could have turned out the other way around!

Simone: That's very true! Anyone can be beaten on any given day, and that one mistake cost Rose a ...

Anything else Belinda was about to say was cut off as Rock Rose attacked the Fallen from behind with a double clothesline, felling the two partners as well as knocking Darknyss to the mat!

Adams: I think Rock Rose has a temper problem!

Rose snatches Gothika up by the throat and hits a bone jarring choke slam!

Simone: Temper problem my ass! The woman is a sore loser!

Holly is calling for the bell again and it rings but all that is lost on the pissed off giant as Rose grabs Raynin and drives her down with a sit out powerbomb!

Simone: For God's sake! Someone get out here and stop this!

Adams: Who in their right mind would want to try to stop Rock Rose from doing ... anything!?

Rose stands up, still favoring her shoulder, but what she doesn't see if Darknyss sliding back inside of the ring with steel chair in her hand. Felony calls out to her as the Fallen's manager comes up and goes to swing the chair, but Rose greets the seat of the chair with her own fist, knocking it back into Darknyss' head!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: Yeah I think that says it all!

Holly then tries to step in but Rose, by far larger than even he is, grabs him by the throat

Simone: Don't do it! He's an SCW referee now!

Luckily Felony climbs into the ring in time and grabs Rose's arm and tries to calm her down! Reluctantly, Rose releases Holly and steps back, allowing her girlfriend to escort her from the ring, leaving the members of the Fallen lying in her wake!

Simone: Well Gothika has picked up the win but I think it's safe to say that this is not over between the Fallen and the Freakettes!

Adams: Not by a long shot!




The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Zuri and Blanca sitting in their locker room. Zuri was getting ready for her match, as the lights start to flicker off and on. The air gets cold as they look at each other. The lights go out and all that is seen is a set of red eyes. The lights come back on and there sits Necra with Joanne beside her.

Necra: Greetings ladies.

Zuri glances up from lacing her boots as Blanca leans back in her chair.

Zuri: What's up Necra? Joanne, how you feeling after that cheap shot from the worthless fly known as Veronica?

Blanca: It's so good to see you Necra.

Zuri looks back down as she laces up her other boot. Joanne sighs, and leans back in her seat, and puts a hand to her face.

Joanne: That's why I'm here. Considerin' you're facin' her tonight, and well lets just say she has somethin' that belongs to me.

Necra: Veronica is nothing, and you will defeat her as Joanne did last week. You have nothing to fear my lovely. The Mean Girls can say anything they want against us, for they know they can never take us down. We are the Daughters of Darkness and we will show them why. Go out there and show Veronica why we are the best, and our dear sister deserves the other half of the tag titles... Besides I have a surprise for her tonight.

Joanne: Yeah it's goin' to be one that she'll never forget.

Zuri stands up to her feet after lacing up her boots. She begins pounding her fist into her hand.

Zuri: Don't you worry after tonight that stupid bitch will be needing plastic surgery after I get done with her. Those Mean Girls are nothing but talk and I know how to shut people up. I am using this match as a way to show Mercedes Vargas what she is up against. Veronica will be sorry she ever messed with The Daughters of Darkness.

Blanca stands up as well and joins the group.

Blanca: I will make sure you get one of those tag belts Joanne. The Mean Girls are finding out the hard way what happens when the bombshells band together. If their pal Holly Wood gets involved then we have a secret weapon for him.

Joanne: Thanks Blanca. I'm sure between all of us we can get what is rightfully ours, and this secret weapon is?

A voice rings out in the darkest part of the locker room.

Rory: The Daughters of Darkness has their secret weapon. This weapon can be deployed anytime they see fit. All you have to do is say the word and Rory Justice will take out the walking parasite of the male population.

Zuri looks at Necra.

Zuri: It's time to let the Darkness provide the best fashion statement in the world. What do you say?

Necra smiles at her and Rory's statement. She could always bring back a force that was to be reckoned with. Her eyes flash red, and nods.

Necra: Rory thank you for offering your services, and one day they might be needed. As for your match and the fashion world yes let's do it. It's time to show the world why we are to be feared.

Zuri nods her own head as she Blanca finish putting on the final touches.

Zuri: First, I will take out the stupid whore in Veronica. Then I will rearrange the facial features of Mercedes Vargas once and for all. Well ladies, it's time for me to start our mission. Talk to you later. They should know NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.

Zuri fist bumps both Necra and Joanne as she heads out of her locker room. Blanca fist bumps Joanne and gives a hug to Necra before leaving as well, as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the most famous drill instructor to ever come out of Parris Island. R Lee Ermy.

As Justin lowers the mic down, the big screen comes to life with a video clip of R Lee Ermy as Gunnery Sergeant Hartman in Full Metal Jacket. A few seconds later, R Lee Ermy steps out onto the entrance ramp and the marines all stand in unison.

Simone: Look at them Jason, even today he is a hero. I heard that he was the stuff of legends here at Parris Island.

Adams: I liked his work in Stripes.

Simone: Stripes? He wasn't in Stripes.

Adams: Are you sure? I think he played opposite of Dan Akroyd.

Belinda shakes her head as R Lee Ermy continues to make his way towards the ring side area.

Simone: No Jason, that was Bill Murray. R Lee Ermy played Gunnery Sergeant Hartman in Full Metal Jacket?

Adams: You sure?

Belinda Simone gives him that look. The look that she knows exactly what she's talking about. Meanwhile Mr. Ermy has stepped through the ropes and is now standing in the ring.

Ermy: I am Gunnery Sergeant R Lee Ermy, and I'm your Senior Drill Instructor....

As he begins to pace, it's obvious that he's gone into character as the Senior Drill Instructor that he once was at Parris Island.

Ermy: From now on, you will speak only when spoken too. The first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be sir. Do you maggots understand that?

The response from the marines that filled the stadium was immediate, and it was in unison.

Marines: Sir, yes sir.

R Lee Ermy gives the appropriate response. The response that everyone fully expected.

Ermy: Bullshit, I can't hear you. Sound off like you've got a pair.

Yep, straight out of Full Metal Jacket. Expectedly, the marines in attendance give the appropriate response.

Marines: (louder) SIR, YES SIR!!!

Ermy: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training...

The camera switches to a shot of some marines close to ring side, they are smiling because they're enjoying his famous speech from Full Metal Jacket.

Ermy: You will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day, you are pukes, you are scum bags, you are the lowest forms of life on earth. You are not even human beings, you are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit.

Laughter.

Ermy: My orders are to weed out all non hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved corps. Do you maggots understand that?

Marines: Sir, yes sir.

Ermy: Hooahh. Now THAT is...

off screen voice: Um, pardon the interruption. But...

The stadium erupts into boos as Marshall Owens and Sean Jackson appear on the entrance ramp, both with mics in their hands. As everyone focuses on the ramp, Marshall continues to speak.

Owens: this is supposed to be a wrestling event, not some out dated movie about a former drill sergeant, attempting to be a movie star.

Simone: Now this is completely uncalled for. R Lee Ermy is a legend in these parts and should be treated with respect.

Adams: Oh, I definitely agree.

Owens: Or, some Geico commercial where a has been drill sergeant such as yourself, can act like a counselor who calls people namby pambies in order to feel better about himself.

More boos

Ermy: Wait a minute, a has been? I am a Marine first and...

Jackson: You're nothing Ermy, least of all a marine. I remember watching that movie Full metal Jacket, and I've got to tell you, I wasn't the least bit impressed. That character you portrayed, I believe his name was Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, was nothing more than a piece of crap who got his kicks off of abusing young kids because he lacked the intestinal fortitude to be a real man...

As Sean continues to address R Lee Ermy, he makes his way down the ramp with Marshall Owens at his side.

Adams: Oh man, this is going to end well.

As the boos get louder, Sean Jackson gets more belligerent.

Jackson: The best part of the whole movie was when that fat body Lawrence kid put a bullet into your character, shutting you...

Ermy: What's your problem? Why do y...

Jackson: Because I'm sick of nobodies like you, taking positions from skilled people like me. You can't act, you can't speak, you can't do anything except hold on to past glories as if they ever meant anything anyway.

Sean makes his way up the metal steps, not taking his eyes off of the former marine drill instructor.

Ermy: Now wait just a minute. I'm here for my fellow marines, to put on a show. Not to stand here and take verbal abuse from someone like you.

As Sean steps thru the ropes, he gets that fake surprised look on his face.

Jackson: Oh really? So the former marine drill sergeant isn't going to take verbal abuse from me?

Marshall Owens too, steps thru the ropes and stands with a smile on his face as Sean Jackson begins to back up R Lee Ermy.

Jackson: Well, how about some physical abuse?

WHACK!

Jackson slams the microphone up along the side of Ermy's head, knocking him back into the corner.

Jackson: You'll sit here and take every damn word I've got to say because I'm Sean Jackson and-

Sean is cut off by the opening drums to "Burning Down the House" by the Used and the crowd jumps to their feet letting out a loud pop of a cheer.

Adams: I think somebody's heard enough.

Out from behind the curtain comes Drake Green, in a dark gray suit and open collar white shirt. His gold SCW Heavyweight Title is slung over his shoulder as he makes his way down to the ring and up the steps. He brushes past Sean and Marshall and checks on Ermy before grabbing a microphone of his own.

Drake: Don't you two ever get sick of hearing yourselves talk?

Jackson: Don't you ever get sick of sticking your nose in to things where they don't belong?

Sean steps up into Drake's face.

Owens: Gentlemen, gentlemen, there is a time and place for this and it certainly isn't now.

Jackson: Don't worry about it Marshall, Drake here is just as scared as this old man.He knows better than to-

WHACK!

Mid-sentence, R Lee Ermy steps in and clocks Sean in the jaw, sending the former ACW Champion back a few feet. Marshall and Sean look a bit shocked as Drake can't help but smile a bit. Jackson rubs his jaw a bit before stepping back in Ermy's direction.

Jackson: That's gonna be the last time you lift your hand old man because I'm gonna-

WHACK!

This time Drake lands a hard right hand across the face of Jackson and the crowd goes wild. Sean drops to the mat and Drake throws his title down and goes after Jackson. They start rolling around on the mat, trading punches. Owens walks over and goes to kick Drake in the back but Ermy cuts him off with a stuff right hand to the gut. He grabs the lawyer by the back of the belt and throws him through the ropes to a deafening cheer from the Parris Island crowd. Jackson and Green get to their feet in the middle of the ring and Jackson goes to land a hard haymaker, Green jumps up and wraps his legs around Jackson's neck, locking in his Flying Triangle Hold and pulling Jackson back down to the mat.

Simone: He's locked him in the RATED-R CHOKEHOLD! Jackson can't breathe!

As Drake tightens the hold, a grouping of SCW referees and security team members rush down the ramp and dive up into the ring, trying to separate the two. They finally manage to pull Drake off of Sean and separate the two to opposite sides of the ring. Marshall Owens gets back into the ring and tries to calm down his client but out of nowhere, Drake flies through the security team and dives at Jackson, knocking both men down to ringside.

Adams: This is pandemonium!

Sean tries to crawl away at ringside but Drake grabs him the leg and pulls back. He grabs him by the head and starts to slam the back of his head into the ringside floor. The security team manages to pull Drake off one more time but at the last second Drake gets one last shot in that busts Sean's nose open and blood begins to spew down his face. Owens runs over and pulls Sean back and the two retreat back the ramp.

Jackson: This ain't over, Drake. Not by a long shot!

He screams down the ramp at Drake as he wipes the blood from his mouth. Drake can't help but smile as he watches Sean and Marshall retreat backstage.

Simone: Something tells me Sean is not gonna let that go very quietly.

Adams: I tend to agree with you, Belinda.




"Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO blasts over the speakers. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway, expecting the "Italian Stallion" Giani Di Luca. After a few moments, Giani is not the one to walk through the curtain and appear from backstage but instead his girlfriend, Dixie Waters, walks through. Because the fans aren't very familiar with the younger sister to Misty, they don't know how to react to her being out here, though some already have an idea.

Simone: We definitely weren't expecting the Fuhgeddaboudit starlet to come out, though I've got a pretty good idea what she's looking for here.

Adams: Maybe she's here to promote the show like Giani did earlier?

Simone: Maybe, but not by talking about the show. I think she's got a few words for a certain girl who happens to be "Mean".

She walks briskly down the ramp heading towards the ring with a serious and determined look on her face. Once she gets to the ring, she walks up the steps and steps through the ropes. She asks for a microphone and Justin Decent hands her one. Once the music dies down, she heads over to the center of the ring, looking around at the men and women of the armed forces of Parris Island. She takes in a deep breath before she speaks.

Dixie:You'll all have to forgive me in advance. I'm not as experienced at speaking in front of a large crowd, let alone standing in the middle of a wrestling ring to do it. That is, of course, where Misty and Giani better excel than I do.

The fans erupt in loud cheers upon Dixie mentioning Misty and Giani and Dixie just nods with a smile.

Dixie: Normally I try to avoid an abundance of drama and fighting, but things lately are proving to be a bit difficult to avoid and stay out of. What I'm referring to is this war that is going on between Delia and my sister.

The fans boo at the mention of Delia and Dixie nods again.

Dixie: When all of this started I had no interest in getting involved. I was more than happy to sit back and let my sister handle it herself in any way she saw fit, but if I'm honest, things have gotten completely out of control. People are getting hurt..more specifically, my sister is enduring enough pain as it is, but Delia just doesn't care. She doesn't care who she hurts or how she does it, and she feels absolutely NO remorse for any decision she makes.

Dixie stops talking for a moment to gather her thoughts. She takes in another deep breath and turns towards the backstage entrance.

Dixie: Everything else I have to say needs to be said to Delia face-to-face, unfortunately. If there was any way I could avoid this little confrontation, I would. But I can't. So...Delia, darling...Get your ass out here right now and quit hiding behind a damn computer or phone screen!

Dixie lowers the microphone and waits for Delia. She taps her foot impatiently, willing to wait as long as it takes.

Simone: One has to wonder if Delia actually has any intention of coming out here to listen to Dixie.

Adams: Probably not. I mean, she is Delia FREAKING Darling, and her time is valuable, right?

The crowd looks at the ramp, waiting for Delia to appear. They begin buzzing in anticipations for what Dixie has to say, but there is nothing. Dixie continues tapping her foot impatiently as she waits. After a moment of waiting, she raises the microphone to her lips to address the Bombshell Champion once again, but she is immediately cut off as "Amazing" by Hi Fashion plays. Pink lights flash across the stage as various white lights pop off like camera flashes. The crowd immediately boos as Delia comes from behind the curtains with her Bombshell Championship draped proudly over her shoulder. She runs her fingers through her long blonde hair as she adjusts her designer sunglasses. She then straightens out her pink suit jacket and skirt, walking down the entryway with authority with her black pumps. She stops at the bottom of the ramp and stares at Dixie with a smirk on her face. She holds the stare for quite a while before finally turning to the ring steps. She walks up them quickly and turns to raise the Bombshell Championship into the air, posing for the booing members of the audience. She showboats for a moment too long when Dixie taps her on the shoulder. Delia turns around and shouts at her loudly in French. Dixie holds her hands up, though she is amused with the outburst. She takes a few steps back, inviting Delia in with a cordial gesture. Delia glares for a moment before stepping inside. She immediately walks over to get a microphone, turning to Dixie with pursed lips. She raises the microphone up and takes a deep breath. Dixie interrupts Delia before the Bombshell Champion has a chance to speak a word.

Dixie: I don't think so, Delia. You don't get to speak, not yet. You may hold that title at the moment, but that doesn't give you the right to disrespect everyone and everything in this company. Especially my sister, who by the way, held that title three times before you did. You may hate her guts, but I'm out here to tell you...not to warn you to quit going to such personal lengths to destroy my sister. Especially where my niece is concerned!

Again Delia goes to say something, but Dixie stops her again.

Dixie: You disgust me, Delia. You really do. I mean, what kind of woman uses a six year old little girl in a vendetta against her mother? The crap with Drake, that doesn't surprise me, but using my niece and claiming innocence? That was the worst possible thing you can do. And not only that, but you and your pack of rats continue to run your mouths claiming Misty walked out two weeks ago after she found out what you and Drake did. Sometimes, people need personal time away to deal with things, but you--

Delia has had enough of listening, as patience is not a virtue that she possesses. She sticks a hand right in Dixie's face, silencing her, and putting any doubts that Delia fears anyone to rest. Dixie looks stunned as Delia raises the microphone to her lips once more, speaking with authority.

Delia: Are you finished scolding me, Ms. Waters? Z'e pretty Waters sister, of course??? Z'ough, z'at doesn't say much by comparison??? Sorry bout it???

Delia tilts her head back and chuckles as she circles around Dixie like a shark circling its prey. She slowly takes in Dixie's appearance, looking for some sort of flaw with the flawless blonde. Once she has finished, and is face to face with the shorter Dixie, she lifts her sunglasses and narrows her eyes at Dixie.

Delia: Instead of repeating what your sister, Roxi Johnson, Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, and oh so so many os'ers have said over z'e last two mon's, why don't you come up wi's an original gripe? I invited you to z'e show last week for z'is little talk of yours, but you *air quotes* missed your flight. So, as far as I am concerned, you missed your opportunity to scold me wi's z'e same tired rhetoric z'e Jealous Janis girls spew at me constantly. You are far too pretty to fall into such a category wi's z'e Jealous Janis girls, but I get it??? She's your sister. Maybe you could do me a little favor? Hm?

Dixie rolls her eyes and shakes her head at Delia's request. Delia winks and smirks as she takes a deep breath, sighing it out slowly in a sudden friendly display as she speaks in a softer tone.

Delia: Now, Dixie, darling???? You haven't heard me out. I was simply going to ask you if you would mind getting your sister some help. I mean, if you love her as much as you claim, despite having only known her for like five years??? el oh el??? Yes, anos'er screwed up part of z'e Waters/Staggs saga??? you must know z'at your sister is clearly unbalanced. I mean, I hate every fiber of her being, yet I am concerned. I s'ought z'at z'e restraining order I filed against her would have been z'e wake up call she needed, but obviously not. Maybe you could talk her into getting help. Attacking innocent women inside of clubs. Giving a young girl a panic attack in z'e process? Z'at is not heal'sy, I assure??? IF YOU really care about Misty. Perhaps you could do me??? no HER??? a favor, and check her into a facility, no? Would you show z'e ultimate sign of love for your sister?

Delia drinks in Dixie's festering anger, sweetening her smile with every harsh word she speaks. Dixie is fuming by the end of Delia's speech, and Delia finally opens the floor back up to Dixie, hoping for a reasonable response from Dixie. The smile on Dixie's face is half wicked and half genuine as she raises the microphone to her lips to respond.

Dixie: You know, I think you're right. My sister does clearly need help???

Simone: Wh...what?!

Dixie narrows her eyes wickedly at Delia before taking a threatening step towards her, but Delia remains unintimidated by the normally passive aggressive blonde.

Dixie: She needs help to finally END you for being the disgusting, trashy slut that you are!

Delia glares at Dixie, but upon hearing the word "slut" she tilts her head back and cackles loud, yet slow. Once she is finished, she shakes her head, letting her platinum blonde hair bob from side to side as she finishes laughing into the microphone.

Delia: Slut??? yes, because I haven't heard Z'AT one before??? I expected you to be z'e smart sister. Couldn't you at least be clever about it? Come on, darling??? give me somes'ing beter z'an z'at for wasting my time out here wi's you???

Dixie laughs and smiles sweetly.

Dixie: For someone who tries to prove she's not a slut, you really did otherwise with that *air quotes* steamy night with Drake Green. Tell me something...you probably have visions in your head when you're with your clearly closeted boyfriend now, don't you? You don't regret a damn thing about being with Drake! That???Darling...makes you a slut!

Delia's smile grows as she listens. She nods her head, until Dixie gets near the end. Delia can't help but feel the sting. She begins shaking with anger, but keeps a rather cool demeanor despite it. She holds off hitting Dixie, as she clearly wants to. She turns to the side, a wicked grin coming over her face. She looks back to Dixie, taking in a deep breath as she raises the microphone to her lips. However, instead of speaking, she slaps Dixie hard across the face with it, spinning her around in a complete circle as static comes over the speakers. She wraps her fingers in Dixie's hair as she immediately brings her over to the corner where she begins banging Dixie's face into it as hard as she can while screaming like a banshee. The crowd boos this, but soon the cheers pick up. Misty quietly emerges from behind the curtain with a microphone in hand. She stares down at Delia angrily, wanting nothing more than to sprint down to the ring and stop this attack on her sister the right way, but she can't. Instead, she has to use her words and hopefully that will do the trick.

Misty: Delia, if you so much as lay one more filthy finger on my sister, it will be the LAST time you use any of my family against me!

Delia stops for a moment, keeping her grin on Dixie's long blonde hair as she turns to glare down at Misty. The crowd cheers for Misty as she stands there fuming and absolutely unable to help her sister, but she raises the microphone again to speak.

Misty: This is what you wanted, isn't it Delia? You've got you're ridiculous restraining order against me...which by the way will NOT save you at High Stakes IV???

Delia smashes Dixie's face into the turnbuckle once more as she stares right at Misty, cackling wickedly as she brings the microphone up once more.

Delia: Here we go again, Miss Cleo! Have you forgotten that you still have to get s'rough Roxi Johnson tonight? Don't be so presumptuous, bitch???

Locking eyes with Misty, she continues to pound Dixie's face into the turnbuckle before resting her neck on the ropes, pressing down with her elbow against the back of Dixie's neck as she better prepares herself to multitask with her war of words and attacking Dixie before Misty's very eyes. Misty's fury builds until she's shaking just as much as Delia was earlier, almost unable to contain herself, but she remains calm, if only for a moment.

Misty: Yes, I realize I have to get through Roxi a little later, but you fail to realize just what you're doing here, Delia. If you really were so afraid to face me and wanted to do everything in your power to avoid getting me in that ring, you would have just left well enough alone. You wouldn't continue to attack me personally and use everyone I care about as a way to piss me off further! Because that is what you are doing! If there was even a sliver of doubt left in my mind about this match against Roxi tonight, you just killed it, bitch. Once I beat Roxi tonight...and I will...that restraining order won't be able to stop me from kicking your ass and taking my title back once and for all!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop for Misty as she lowers the microphone and glares at Delia with a fiery determination in her eyes. Delia begins to press down on the back of Dixie's neck, cutting off her oxygen with a smile before Misty holds a hand up.

Misty: And just so you know, Delia???*I* may not be able to come down to that ring to stop you from hurting my sister anymore, but I know someone who can and I think he's on his way right now???

Just as Misty lowers the microphone again, Giani Di Luca comes dashing through the curtain, sprinting his way down the ramp and towards the ring. Delia lets go of Dixie, taking a few steps back. Dixie drops down, gasping for air as Giani slides into the ring, jumping up to his feet quickly as he prepares to come after Delia. Delia exits the ring on the opposite side, standing in front of the announcers table as she glares up at Giani, an angry look on her face as she repositions her Bombshell Championship. Giani stomps around the ring in a fury, telling the audience that she just saved his job by leaving the ring. Delia flips her hair as she sees her exit is still occupied by Misty. Giani lifts Dixie up, checking on her as Delia smiles wickedly. Dixie nods her head as she looks back at Delia, and Giani holds the ropes open. Dixie exits the ring along with Giani. They hold up their arms, though Dixie is clearly feeling Delia's attack still. "Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO plays as Dixie and Giani meet up with Misty, exiting the ringside area while Delia continues to stare with that smile.




Justin: The following match is for one fall, introducing first weighing in at 116 pounds??? from Los Angeles California??? Veronica.. Taaayloorr???

4 3 2 1
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo

1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect

Perfect Exceeder By Princess Superstar featuring Mason hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.

Yeah, that's right, it's the Superstar
Everybody wanna come up when I'm at the bar
All them people wanna try it's like gimme some more
Try a little harder honey I'm like gimme my car
Skip the bra, chill at the spas

Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.

The arena goes dark as a voice comes across the sound system saying "NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED." After that phrase dies down, "Run This Town" starts up. As the song starts with the few beats, the lights come up with an orchid and cyan tint to them. Right as Mya starts the first verse, Zuri Justice walks out onto the stage with her butler and her twin sister right behind her. She motions toward her twin sister to walk down first as Zuri follows right behind her. Zuri slowly walks down the ramp basically ignoring the fans as her butler carries her fighting gloves and mask on a silver trey.

Justin: Coming down the aisle, currently residing in Webster, South Dakota. Weighing in around 142 lbs accompanied by Mr. Carlson and Blanca Chastain. "Lady Justice" Zuri Chastain

Zuri slides into the ring at the same time as her twin sister. The butler walks up the steel ring steps and stands on the ring apron as Zuri stands on the middle turnbuckle and basically glaring down the entire crowd. She hops down off the turnbuckle, walks over to her butler and begins putting on the rest of her ring equipment while waiting for her opponent to arrive.

As Zuri and Veronica stand toe to toe in the ring, they can't stop shouting out at each other. Veronica throws her right hand up in the air as if to say whatever which infuriates Zuri. Zuri takes action and comes colliding in with a massive gore on Veronica starting the match unofficially.

Ding, ding, ding!

Adams: And now it's officially underway, see what I did there?

Simone: All I know is this match is going to be a handful.

Speaking of handfuls Zuri and Veronica are madly screaming and slapping at each other while rolling around on the hard unforgiving canvas of the Sin City Wrestling ring. Zuri gets the upper hand as she starts to unleash a fury of left and right fists to the Mean Girls face. Veronica covers up and is able to wiggle herself free, snapping up to her feet the pretty in pink bombshell runs towards Zuri taking her down with a swinging neck-breaker.

Simone: Finally some real??? wrestling here in this match.

Zuri doesn't stay down for long as she jumps back to her feet just behind Veronica but the Mean Girl is already waiting for her with a massive super kick. Zuri falls to the ground but Veronica sweeps in and picks her up, dropping her firmly to the canvas once more with a sickening implant DDT. Veronica drives down and goes for the pinfall.

1???

2???

NO! Zuri gets the shoulder up, sending Veronica into a rage as she screams at the referee.

Simone: Because that will help you win matches.

Adams: It should, it's like her trademark move??? the complain-fest!

Veronica makes her way to her feet dragging Zuri up with her the mean girl looks to plant her down with a jaw breaker but Zuri slaps her hands away. Taking advantage Zuri grabs onto Veronica's arm and drags her down to the canvas, popping back to her feet instantly Zuri runs towards the rope using them as a springboard she runs back in with a massive drop kick to the face of Veronica.

Adams: There goes her modelling career.

Simone: She actually had one?

Adams: HAHAHA!

Zuri runs to the ropes once more as Veronica is down and uses them to her advantage as she crashes in with a huge slingshot drop kick. Zuri now goes for the cover.

1???

2???

No! Veronica gets her shoulders off the canvas and violently pushes Zuri off of her. The two get to their feet and finally come to blows in the centre of the ring. Zuri sends a slap in Veronica direction but Veronica just repays the favour. As the two go back and forth, it doesn't take long before Veronica gets sick of the playing around as she pushes Zuri back into the ropes. Veronica looks as if she is going to run towards Zuri with a clothesline to the outside but Zuri side steps her at the last minute. Grabbing a handful of Veronica's long brown hair Zuri drags her over to the corner and introduces her lovely face to the unforgivingly hardly padded ring post.

Simone: I don't really agree with that, but oh well gooo Zuri!!!

Adams: That poor corner had to kiss a mean girl, eww yucky!

Veronica stumbles backwards and Zuri leaps off the ropes with a massive hurricanrana, using the momentum she rolls over on top of Veronica and goes for the win.

1???

2???

Adams: 3!!!!

Simone: Are you kidding me?

NO! Veronica once again gets the shoulder up, that action alone has Zuri seeing red. Getting up to her feet Zuri drags Veronica up and plants her knee into her stomach, Veronica is now doubled over. Zuri goes for DDT but Veronica pushes her away and quickly rakes her eyes before taking her down with a hair mare. Zuri tries to leap up to her feet but Veronica catches her and sends her flying to the canvas once more with a scoop suplex.

Adams: I've got to give it to her there, she is pretty fast.

Veronica goes for the win!

1...

2???

2??? and a half???

NO! Zuri gets her foot on the bottom rope, which Veronica can't believe. Getting up the Mean Girl drags her opponent across the ring, into the centre of it. Veronica drops down onto Zuri with a elbow drop as she makes the cover for the second time in a row.

1???

2???

NO! Zuri manages to get the shoulder up, still showing signs of life in the match up.

Adams: Veronica's new name should be Mad Girl, look at that face of disgust.

Veronica slaps the canvas in anger as she makes her way back up to her feet. Turning around she drags Zuri up to her feet, Veronica looks to lock Zuri up but Zuri counters with a sit-out jawbreaker. Veronica is screaming in pain and holding her jaw as she rolls around on the canvas. Zuri springs up and runs towards the ropes using them as a tool she comes but crashing in with a perfect moon-sault. Zuri rolls her over and hooks the leg.

1???

2???

Adams: What No!!!!!

NO! Veronica somehow someway, rolls over and in turn puts Zuri down for the pin fall.

1???

2???

Simone: Oh thank the Lord!

NO! Zuri gets the shoulder up and both Bombshells make their way up to their feet slowly.

Adams: this is anyone's game now!

Both of the Bombshell stare a hole in the other as they start to circle one another. It doesn't take long for Zuri to make the first move as she comes charging in, Veronica side steps her and takes her down with a swift kick to the midsection. While the referee is checking on Zuri, Veronica slips off her diamond necklace and wraps it around her hand. Zuri stumbles towards Veronica and Veronica tries for the Heart Breaker but Zuri has seen the Necklace in her hand and gets the upper hand by slapping her hands away sending her necklace flying. Zuri steps into Veronica and grabs onto the side of her face, nailing her with a long passionate kiss.

Simone: this will end well.

As the male cheer, Veronica is desperately trying to break free and she does so by nailing her knee into Zuri down stairs area. Veronica wipes her mouth in disgust and like a crazed ex-girlfriend she goes in for the kill.

Adams: Exed Out!!

Veronica hits her finisher and wastes no time in making the pin fall.

1???

The crowd start to cheer as Joanne and Necra make their way through the crowd.

2???

Veronica is unaware that the mood in the arena has switched to darkness.

3???

Ding, ding, ding!

Justin: Here is your winner Veronica Taylor!!!

Before Veronica can even think about celebrating Necra, Joanne and Blanca all enter the ring surrounding her.

Adams: This doesn't look good.

Simone: Are you sure, it sure looks promising to me.

Without another moment wasted the three girls jump on Veronica, giving her an old fashion beat down. Zuri is able to get back up and join in as they send a clear message to the Mean Girls that they mean business. The referee is trying to gain control but there's no hope as the pack of females take their time, each getting in their own shot.

Adams: OMG the Mummification!!!

Necra laughs as she hits her move on Veronica, before Veronica is thrown towards Joanne who finishes her off with a Kiss the rings. The four girls stand over Veronica's fallen body, while Joanne lifts her tag team championship belt up proudly.




The crowd is waiting for the show to continue when they are treated to something extra special. "Party Rock Anthem" comes over the speakers and the fans rise to their feet immediately, cheering loudly. A few cameramen file through the curtains. Giani comes through the curtains, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, looking from side to side as the cheers form. He points to his Fuhgeddaboudit logo t-shirt, nodding his head with a goofy smile on his face. He looks from side to side once more with a smirk forming on his face. He looks at what seems to be each and every fan before throwing his fist in the air, getting the crowd pumped as he pumps his fists. He sprints down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, spinning a complete 360 while leaping on one foot with his arms out at his sides. He comes to the head of the ring and jumps onto the ring apron before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his fans and camera crew. He leaps down and darts to the other side of the ring, working the crowd, pumping his fist in the air. He jumps down and jogs over to Justin Decent to get a microphone. The audience shouts "Fuhgeddaboudit!" randomly. Giani listens for a second and then raises the microphone to his lips in response.

Giani: FUHGEDDABOUDDDDDDDIT!!!

Crowd: Hahahaha!

Giani: I would like to say that it's nice seein' the fans faces after such a long time away from the ring, but it's not???

Giani has a serious look on his face, which causes the fans to gasp in confusion. Giani narrows his eyes as he studies the crowd. After a moment of this, he breaks into his signature laugh, shaking his head.

Giani: It ain't been all that long now! I was just out here last week when I came out to run the interference on a major beat down from that fraud, Jimmy Ringo, and my old tag team partner, James Huntington-Hawkes??? the third??? Two weeks gone by, and nobody in the back had the balls to come down and help the beloved Roulette Champion. It took a guy who wasn't even on the roster to get the job done. Ya welcome!

Crowd: *POP!*

Giani: So to answer ya questions, I ain't mad atcha, dawgs. Why would I hate on the people who pay to come see me at wrestling shows? Why would I hate on the people who tune in to watch me on Fuhgeddaboudit, which premieres tonight right after Climax Control, by the way. Cheap plug!

Crowd: *POP!*

Giani pauses as the fans cheer and laugh at his cocky, yet goofy stance. He shrugs his shoulders, smirking before getting a more serious look on his face.

Giani: Now, I had an interview last Friday where I planned on sayin' a bunch of stuff about why I returned to SCW, but I had a dude in a dress that wouldn't stay off my nuts, asking about ass pics of Sean Jackson, so I never got around to it???

Crowd: Hahaha!

Giani: Yeah, obviously I am back with SCW full time, which I still don't remember signing no contract??? that Barry Goldstein is a mighty slick boss. But you'll see what I got in store for Sean Jackson later tonight. He wants to say I'm a has been, an old shadow of my former glory days. He can't be more wrong. See, I was the SCW Heavyweight Champion, and I was so for all of almost four months. At the time when it was bein' passed around like a hot potato, that was a long ass time. But I can't say I ever really was. Not in this business. Not in this company. I still had a lot to prove that I didn't get to when I was last here. But enough about that. Jackson will see what I mean later. Right now, I wanna make some things crystal fuckin' clear, bro???

Giani gets even more serious, as if that were even possible. He looks out into the audience, puffing out his chest as a bit of anger seems to wash over his face.

Giani: Ringo and Hawkes wanna act like they're savin' somethin'. They wanna act like they got some kinda cause to come out here and randomly double team people. I calls it like I sees it, and when those two come out to the ring, all I see is more pussy than the Mean Girls shower stall, pollutin' this ring. See, some people use this business to break through to stardom. Some people are born into this business. Then, there are the few of us still left in this day that fought our way into it outta nowhere. Some of us actually respect this business, and I'm about done watchin' people make a fool of this business. We ain't gonna see some spoiled kids, one who ripped my gimmick while I was gone, and the other who thinks a couple tattoos can hide his true colors??? we ain't gonna let them ruin this business. I ain't gonna let it happen. So, I was set to promote Fuhgeddaboudit last week, and before I even knew what I was doin', I came out and scared the two little bitches off of the Roulette Champion. I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand by and let them two run all over SCW with this lame ass Power Trip gimmick, actin' like they own this place when they ain't paid a damn single due!

Giani shouts into the microphone, nodding his head firmly as he looks around. The audience cheers him on as he mouths something to them. He stomps around the ring, getting the crowd even more riled up before returning to the center of the ring, bringing the microphone back up to his lips.

Giani: I'm gonna make these two into an example of what happens when ya come onto my turf and start a war with MY fans! MY people! Let this be a warnin' to all you assholes in the back who think it's fun to piss on the people who put money in your pocket. Hawkes and Ringo are targets one and two. Be careful, or ya might become target three??? Get ready for the STAMPEEEEEEEEEEDE!!!

Giani begins trotting in place, stomping his feet as he drops the microphone. The audience are deafening with their cheers as "Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO plays over the speakers once more. Giani begins working the ring, making sure his point is driven home, while also celebrating with the fans who have missed him almost as much as he obviously misses them.




The fans in the arena leap to their feet as "Oh Canada" from Canadian rapper Classified blares over the speakers through the Parris Island Stadium. A blast of red smoke fills the entrance way as the fans begin to boo heavily. A few seconds of the camera panning around the building showing the fans with their signs pass as we are then taken to the entrance way where out walks Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. The place quickly grows louder with chants of U.S.A. as Bruce stands atop the entrance ramp waving the red and white Canadian flag with a huge grin on his face. Bruce is wearing blue jeans, black boots, a black and red BLAME AMERICA shirt, and shades covering his eyes. He stands at the top of the stage for a few seconds as he takes in all the negative reaction from the crowd. Blaque begins his walk down the ramp towards the ring mocking the service men in the crowd along the way, all the while keeping that cocky grin on his face. He walks up the ring steps and through the ropes, entering the six sided S.C.W. ring. Upon entering the ring he removes his shades and puts them on over his hair. Again he waves the Canadian flag to an even larger chorus of boos. Bruce is then handed a microphone from Pussy Willow as he hands her the flag and signals her to get out of the ring

BHBE: Cut my damn music!!!

As the music stops the hatred from the fans is even more defying as the boos and chants of U.S.A. seem louder. Bruce looks around smiling and laughing as he holds the microphone to his mouth

BHBE: South Carolina!!!

The boos continue

BHBE: South Carolina!!! The middle of no where, and here we are with Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!!!

Bruce is forced to pause as whatever he was about to say can't be heard due to the loudness of the crowd

BHBE: Three years ago I made my arrival here to Sin City Wrestling, and since day one there has been a conspiracy to keep me down. Since day one, I've been held down by the boys in the back, the locker room and the front office, because they're jealous of me!

Bruce pauses again as the U.S.A. chants pick up. He looks around shaking his head in disgust

BHBE: Ya know when I came to this company it was to prove a point. To prove that I am the greatest wrestler in the world. The greatest wrestler of all time. But, because I'm of age, because I'm Canadian, because I speak my mind, I've been given nothing but the un-explainable bullshit from this company!

The fans start chants of "You're a baby!" as Bruce's expression on his face turns into anger

BHBE: And this is the reason I don't like coming out here to speak my mind. Because you ignorant, worthless, nobody ass Americans have no respect for Icons!

The "You're a baby!" chants grow louder

BHBE: Bottom line is this. Contractually I am obligated to be here rather I want to or not. So I'm just being the man I am and doing my job. I'm not booked for a match here tonight, I could be home. Home in the greatest country in the world.... CANADA relaxing with my family.

Crowd: USA USA USA USA USA

BHBE: Chant what ya want, doesn't matter to me. Let's get to the point. Last week, I had the chance to finally become a title holder here in S.C.W. But that was ruined by my tag team partner for the night... Horace Jackson!

The fans begin to boo very loudly as they are probably having flashbacks of what Horace did to the air men a few weeks ago. Bruce's face grows a huge smile

BHBE: Say what you want about the man, he's a damn trooper. He did what probably all the world wants to do a couple of weeks ago. I applaud you for that. But, last week you getting pinned was the reason I am out here with no title draped over my unbelievably broad shoulders. You're getting pinned is the reason there's no gold around my oh so sexy waist. So.... with that in mind Horace Jackson, I am going to officially throw a challenge out to you!

Bruce pauses briefly as he waits for the crowd noise to settle down

BHBE: A challenge that I hope you will accept. Both of us are on the same page. We're extremely talented. Hell in my opinion we are the two best in this company despite what anyone thinks, and we're both being mistreated and under used. But, when you cost me a chance at a title, it kind of ticked me off. So what I'm going to do is offer to help you find your mojo. It showed in our match last week that you're confidence is shot. So here's what I want to do. Me versus you. Next week right here on Climax Control! It'll be an exhibition if you will. You're chance to step in the ring with greatness, learn a thing or two. And after the match, after I beat you. I will shake your hand and then me and you can continue to right the wrongs in not only this company, but this awfully screwed up country!

Bruce lets out a little laugh as he puts the mic towards the fans, eating up all the hate from the crowd's reactions

BHBE: So let this be a warning for the entire Sin City Wrestling roster, and front office. Things are fixing to change around here. It's about damn time that you all start showing some respect for Horace Jackson, and for Canada's own living legend, The Icon Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!!

Blaque drops the microphone to the mat as "Oh Canada" by Classified again begins to play over the speakers through the stadium. The crowd is very vocal and physical with their hatred of him as he signals for a member of the ring crew to bring him his flag to the ring. As he is handed the Canadian flag he waves it all around going from corner to corner as he mouths off at the disapproving crowd. He then walks through the ropes exiting the ring. As he walks up the ramp, flag still in hand, he stops and begins jawing off with a marine waving a small American flag. Bruce snatches the flag from the marine and throws it on the ground. The place erupts into a frenzy as S.C.W. security quickly rush out to escort Bruce away as he laughs all the way to the back




"Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO blasts over the speakers. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway. A few cameramen file through the curtains. Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, looking from side to side as the cheers form.

Justin: Introducing first???from Seaside Heights, New Jersey???the "Italian Stallion"???the returning Giani Di Luca!!!!!

He looks from side to side once more with a smirk forming on his face. He looks at what seems to be each and every fan before throwing his fist in the air, getting the crowd pumped as he pumps his fists. He sprints down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, spinning a complete 360 while leaping on one foot with his arms out at his sides. He comes to the head of the ring and jumps onto the ring apron before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his fans and camera crew. He leaps down and darts to the other side of the ring, working the crowd, pumping his fist in the air. He jumps down and jogs in place.

v/o: "Paris Island, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

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

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

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

The Mental Rapist

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.

Justin: And his opponent???from Dallas, Texas???.he is the "Mental Rapist"???.Sean Jackson!!!!!

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 black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim. 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

DING! DING! DING!

The two stars begin the match by circling one another, arms up and ready to strike. After a few more turns they lock up, with the bigger Di Luca gaining the quick advantage. He holds Jackson in a tight side headlock, squeezing down on his temples. As he tightens his lock, Jackson is able to move him in to the corner and hold him there, forcing Jacob Summers to start a count.

One???Two???Three???Fo-

Giani lets go in the middle of the four count, raising his hands with a bit of a smile. Jackson backs off and it's back to circling for the two opponents. Again they lock up only it is Sean who gains the upper hand this time around. He wrenches his arms around Giani's head and the former Heavyweight Champion drops to one knee.

Simone: Jackson getting aggressive now.

Jackson lands a few hard right hands on to the top of Di Luca's skull before letting go of him. He backs off a bit letting the bigger man get to his feet. As he does, Jackson runs in and attempts to connect with a boot to his face but Giani side steps him and pulls down with a school boy roll up.

One!

Two!

Jackson manages to wiggle out of the pinfall attempt at the last second. He quickly jumps to his feet and turns to see Di Luca already standing. Sean goes to throw a hard haymaker but Giani blocks it and lands a hard right hand of his own. He follows that with another hard shot that sends Jackson bouncing off of the ropes. As Sean comes back toward the center of the ring, Giani flips him over with a fireman's carry take down and then applies a head vise. He locks in the hold but Jackson manages to squirm toward the bottom rope. Kicking and clawing he drops his foot on the rope and Jacob Summers forces Giani to let go.

Adams: A crafty move by the veteran Jackson

Again, both men get back to their feet and again they begin to circle one another. Jackson runs in but Giani explodes with a hip-toss counter. As Jackson springs back to his feet he launches at Di Luca again and Giani again flips him over with a hip-toss counter. Sean again springs back to his feet and runs in toward Giani but the former Heavyweight Champion executes a picture perfect snap powerslam and then hooks the leg for the pin.

One!

Two!

Adams: Three!

Simone: No! Jackson gets a shoulder up.

Again Jackson gets his shoulder up. Before letting him get to his feet, Di Luca grabs Sean by his head and pulls him up off of the mat. He slams his face in to the top turnbuckle and then spins him around. He grabs the middle rope and slams his shoulder in to the gut of Jackson a few times before Jacob Summers backs him off a bit. He goes to grab Jackson again, but the crafty "Mental Rapist" rakes the eyes of the former Heavyweight Champion and then lands a hard kick to the knee of Di Luca that drops him to one knee.

Adams: Watch out!

WHACK!

Jackson lands a superkick to the side of Giani's head, which knocks him out before he hits the canvas. Jackson staggers a bit before flashing a devilish grin. He drops to one knee and then casually covers up Di Luca as Jacob Summers drops down for the count.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: No, he kicked out! I don't know how he did it but at the last second he kicked out!

Simone: I tell you, Jason, I'm not seeing too much ring rust from Di Luca.

Jackson mutters something under his breath in the direction Jacob Summers before grabbing Giani up by his hair. While holding his wrist, he lands a few stiff kicks in to his midsection before going to whip him in to the ropes. At the last second, Di Luca reverses and sends Jackson over the top-rope. Sean catches himself on the apron and pulls himself back up to a standing position but gets rocked by a hard clothesline from Giani that sends him crashing down to ringside.

Crowd: POP!

Simone: What a burst from Giani!

Giani slips under the bottom rope and makes his way towards Jackson who is now getting to his knees. He slaps the hands of a few fans before turning his attention back toward his opponent. He lands two hard lefts and then a hard right before grabbing his head and bouncing it off of the steel guardrail as Jacob starts his count.

One???Two???Three???

As he picks Jackson up, the "Mental Rapist" hits him with a low blow that goes unseen by Jacob Summers

Crowd: BOO!

Four???Five???

He grabs Di Luca and slams his face in to the steel ring post, which knocks the former champion down to the ground. Jackson unloads a few right hands onto the face of Giani before scooping him up and sliding him up on to the ring apron. He smiles before he pushes Giani under the bottom rope and then climbs back up into the ring.

Adams: About time this guys showed some sort of civility.

Sean waits for Giani to get to his feet and as he does he runs in to attack but the crafty ring veteran Di Luca lands a hard kick to the gut. He bends over and sets him up for a pump-handle slam.

Adams: Here it comes???THE JERSEY TURNPIKE!

Just as Giani goes to lift him up, something blasts out over the PA system.

"Oh oh???yeah yeah" Power by Kanye West begins to play as Mr. Ringo and J2H start walking down to ringside.

Adams: What are these doing out here now?

Giani lets go of Sean and pushes him down to the mat. He walks over to the side of the ring where Ringo and J2H are standing they start exchanging heated words as Giani taunts them and threatens them. He gets so distracted that Jackson runs over and lifts him up into a torture rack position and then flips him over onto his head.

Simone: HOOK ???EM HORNS DRIVER!

Adams: Jackson covers him up and Summers makes the count!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner???..Sean Jackson!

Crowd: BOO!

As Sean celebrates, Ringo and J2H make their way up the steel steps. At first Sean cuts them off and he and Ringo shares a moments long stare down before Jackson smiles widely and lets them pass. Sean leaves the ring leaving a fallen Giani all alone with Ringo and J2H. The two men dressed in black circle Di Luca. Ringo grabs him by the chin and goes to set him up for his pedigree finisher but just before he can execute the move, a loud cheer comes out from the audience.

Adams: It's Equinox! Equinox is here is Parris Island!

Equinox runs in through the crowd and darts into the ring. Ringo drops Giani back to the mat and he and J2H hurry out of the ring from the opposite side. All four men engage in a stare down before Equinox's music starts playing and Ringo and J2H slowly back up the ramp and leave the arena.

Adams: This rivalry seems to be heating up here, Belinda.

Simone: But we can't let that over shadow the fact that Sean Jackson has just pinned former Heavyweight Champion Giani Di Luca and is now making a serious claim as the rightful #1 contender to Drake Green's title.




We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Crystal Hilton with a girn on her lips. She looks deep into the camera as Scott Oliver is standing right next to her. Scott raises the microphone up as she offers a grin.

Scott: Hey everyone Scott Oliver here, and my guest at this time is no stranger to the wrestling world. Here is Crystal Hilton.

Crystal smiles as she is surrounded by people with cameras. They instantly take snapshot after snapshot of the Hollywood movie star. She runs her fingers through her hair as Scott looks at her.

Scott: So I was wondering if we could get a moment of your time.

Crystal: Well as they say time is moment but I guess for the adoring public I will be happy to share some of my valuable time with you all. Go away Scott hit me with the questions.

Scott: Well a couple of weeks ago you were finally able to walk away with your first win in SCW how does it make you feel knowing you fought tooth and nail to walk out with a huge win? Some will say they saw a bit of an attitude in you.

Crystal: Attitude? Let me explain something. I busted my ass in this company since day one. Having to struggle against the likes of Natalie McKinley. I have always worked hard at what I do, and if I have a bit of money because of it. If i happen to own my own movie studio so be it, but that doesn't take away from what I do inside the ring. Jessie Salco found out the hard way after I beat her in the ring. I had to deal with her running her mouth across Twitter calling me a mean girl when I have nothing to do with the group. Sure I might be friends with Mercedes Vargas but that doesn't mean I am allied with her. Jessie Salco is just someone who doesn't pay attention to details and when push came to shove she got beat in the middle of the ring.

Scott takes a breather as he continues to speak.

Scott: So how did it feel to face Salco what are your thoughts about her as an competitor?

Crystal: What are my honest thoughts? She's not good, she's not great. She's not even mediocre??? She is simply below average, and compared to me well??? She isn't even in the same league. To be honest she's trash, and I am glad I was able to shun her to the side. I came to this company to be a winner, and if people want to trample on me like I won't fight back, like I don't have it in me to keep rising up. I will continue to do so. After all roses were meant to blossom and nothing, and I mean nothing will stop this rose from blossoming??? Consider this interview over, and consider my rise to the top to officially start now. Salco was simply just the beginning.




The opening riff of "Syndrome" strikes up as Horace Jackson comes walking out in his signature brown leather jacket and sunshades. His best bud Mack Andrews, is right beside him as they both walk down the ramp completely ignoring the live audience. Horace stops at ringside as Mack slides inside the ring. He moves toward the center of the ring as Horace pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He flings one leg over the top rope then slings his other leg over the top rope.

Simone: Earlier tonight, Blaque Hart had sent out a challenge to Horace Jackson.

Adams: Do you think this is Horace Jackson's response?

Simone: Either Horace is pissed off or he just needed a new theme song.

Adams: You can never go wrong with Gemini Syndrome.

Mack forces Justin Decent out of the ring as he rips the microphone out of his hand. The live audience starts showering Horace with a mixture of praise and negative responses. A sly smirk comes across his face before taking the microphone.

Horace Jackson: Listen too all of you little troglodytes sitting out there like you know exactly what is going on. Since day freaking one, this company has yet to show me the proper respect. It appears that no matter where I go, everyone keeps bringing up the Darth Vader gimmick but that my friends is long gone. From now on, I will not give one care in the world to anyone. I will show affections toward my wife, my sister and my best friend. So keep powering on the negative energies because it will not phase me.

The crowd quickly begins to shower both Mack and Horace with massive boos as they just soak them in.

Simone: What has happened to Horace? He use to be so lovable but now he has a lot of pent up aggression.

Adams: Well wouldn't you be angry if you kept getting disrespected. I feel for him.

Simone: Oh come on, that is a load of crap. Horace is one of the most respectful superstars on our roster.

Horace cocks his head to the side as he looks at Simone and Adams while leaning over the ring ropes.

Horace Jackson: Simone, are you really that delusional? If I was such a respected superstar on the roster, then how come I keep overlooked for bigger matches. I mean after I lost to Geno Jr that is when I got put on the back burner yet again. Did you forget that I defeated two former champions in one on one competition? Yet, I still get overlooked. Now, I have complete nobodies coming out from the wood works wanting to challenge me. I mean who does this Blaque Heart think he is huh. I swear he must live in the past because his present is beginning to look very dim.

Horace leans up off the ring ropes and looks directly into the camera.

Horace Jackson: Bruce Evans, last week was not my best outing by any means but you had better think again about blaming me for the loss. Because the moment you start the blame game, I will tell the entire world that you was getting your ass kicked till I took over. If you didn't hear those two door knobs down there, they said we were closer than anyone in taking those tag straps. Now as for this stupid challenge, I accept on one condition. That this match will be contested under Buried Alive rules.

The silence in the arena makes both Mack and Horace smile with glee.

Horace Jackson: Yeah, I know I bet you expected me to unveil the Dark Empire Match but that will be saved for a later date. Until then, Bruce be prepared for the Soulless One to take control.

Mack Andrews manages to take the microphone out of Horace's hand then looks into the camera.

Mack Andrews: THE EMPIRE SALUTES YOU!!!

He tosses the microphone toward the ring announcer as "Syndrome" strikes back up. Horace and Mack leave the ring as the cameras fade into the back.




Justin Decent The following contest is scheduled for one fall to determine the Number One Contender to the Bombshell Championship! Introducing first??? hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds??? She is??? MISSSSSSSSSTYYYYYYYYY!!!

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. 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..

Justin Decent And her opponent??? from Tampa, Florida??? She stands at 5 feet 6 inches and weighed in at 132 pounds. She is??? ROXIIIIIIIIII JOHHHHHHNSOOOOOOOONNN!!!

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience..

DING! DING! DING!

This match has a lot at stake, but both women look to show their respect for one another???

Adams: Right??? let's see how long that lasts, shall we?

Simone: I would bet money that these two maintain a sense of respect, even with so much on the line.

The two ladies circle each other as the calculating Misty almost seems to be using her movements to goad the Roxi into taking the first strike. The crowd starts an SCW chant throughout as Roxi claps her hands to keep the chants coming. As she does this, Misty tries to take advantage by charging Misty with a clothesline. Roxi sees this coming and she ducks the move and connects with an elbow to Misty's face. She immediately nails a dropkick to the small of Misty's back. As Misty falls down, Roxi goes for a standing moonsault. Misty rolls out of the way at the last possible second and Roxi lands on her stomach. Misty crawls on top of her and begins laying in punch after punch on our resident superhero.

Simone: Misty is on fire to start this contest off. I can only imagine what she has in store for Ms. Johnson.

Adams: I would not count Roxi out. She's beaten Misty before, and I wouldn't be at all surprised if she were to do it again. This could be either lady's night. Just like at the pub down the street from here!

Simone: Wohh wohhhh???

Roxi rolls Misty over in a surprising turn of events and begins laying in the punches. As Roxi hammers away at Misty, she receives an elbow to the face. As she is stunned, Misty hammers another elbow and another until she shoves Roxi off of her. Misty takes a few steps back and as Roxi lunges at her, growling in frustration, Misty sidesteps her. She falls with her neck across the bottom rope. Misty takes a moment to assess the damage and then she leaps over the top rope with a Guillotine Leg Drop. Misty stops and poses before standing back up. She gets yet another chant going once again. The crowd goes wild as Misty rolls back inside.

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Simone: Misty quickly stole this match away from Roxi, and the fans are very thankful for the effort that both ladies are putting into this match.

Adams: They're thankful? I'm thankful to be calling this match! It's so rare to see a friendly contest that STAYS friendly these days.

Misty raises an arm into the air, pumping up the crowd, and then she leaps onto the top turnbuckle. She looks out into the audience before flipping off with a Corkscrew Moonsault that barely connects at all. Roxi pulls herself up, and as Misty holds her back in pain, Roxi gets a kick to the gut. She measures Misty up carefully, before clubbing her hard against the back. She hits a spinning kick to Misty's head as she tries to regain her composure, taking the time to get the crowd going once more, just to prove she can! Roxi grabs Misty in a headlock and raises her up to a standing position. She poses for the audience, shouting out to them before she runs forward with a Running Bulldog. She drops down to her knees quickly for the cover.

1!

2!

Misty kicks out with force. Roxi leans down to pick her up, and Misty rolls her up into a small package.

1!

2!

Roxi grabs onto the bottom rope. Referee Jacob Summers calls for the break, but Roxi forcefully breaks free from the pin. She rolls over and Misty follows her, bouncing her off of the ropes. She sends her to the other side and as she prepares for a back body drop, Roxi spears her to the ground. Roxi picks her up by the legs, trying to set her up for a Powerbomb, but Misty brings her down with a Hurricanrana. She goes to hook the leg, but Roxi uses every bit of strength in her to teeter forward to pin Misty.

Adams: Roxi is fighting back against Misty. It's good to see both ladies fighting to prove why they deserve to be considered Bombshells.

Simone: I have to agree with you there, Jason. Both ladies are putting on one helluva show, but one has to wonder how desperate they will get for a shot at Delia Darling and the Bombshell Championship.

1!

Misty shoves all of her weight forward, knocking Roxi backward in the process. She weighs down on her with the cover.

1!

Roxi musters up the strength to reverse the pin again. She uses everything in her to keep Misty down for another count.

1!

Jacob Summers drops down to keep the count going, but Misty rolls backward. She is quick with it, making sure to dash back over toward Roxi before she can even get up. She connects with a Shining Wizard that sends the audience into a frenzy. Misty stands up and looks down at Roxi. Her fan friendly persona has faded quite a bit as she is all business now. She picks Roxi up by the hair. She begins smashing Roxi's face into the mat. The audience seems shocked by the display, but not upset by it at all. Misty stops and then she stands up. She motions for Roxi to get up. As she does, Misty plants a foot to Roxi's gut and then she hits a Tiltawhirl DDT on the residentSuperhero of SCW.

Adams: I felt the vibrations from that one all the way over here!

Simone: This one looks to be over. Misty is ready to prove her dominance over Roxi right here, right now???

Misty climbs to the top rope, and she looks all around her, taking in the cheers. She turns around after looking at the laid ou Roxi. Her eyes flash fiery passion before she dives off of the turnbuckle with a surprise Diving Headbutt! The audience cheers as Misty hooks the leg. They count along with the referee.

1!

2!

Simone: What the???? I can't believe what I've just seen, Jason.

Adams: Me either. It looks like Roxi is still in this fight, but what is this????

Roxi stuns the audience by kicking out. Misty grabs onto her head and then she slowly rises up from the mat. The crowd boos when Veronica Taylor starts walking down the aisle. Misty turns and immediately heads over to the edge of the ring. She stares down at Veronica, mouthing something to her. Veronica points to herself as she gets closer. She climbs onto the apron and the two get in each other's faces. Misty reaches her hand back to strike Veronica when the referee tries to order her away from ringside. The audience boos as Veronica refuses. Misty starts to swing when she is stunned by a Dropkick from Roxi. Veronica quickly moves out of the way and Roxi drapes Misty's neck over the middle rope. She pushes down, choking Misty while looking directly at Veronica, who simply rolls her eyes. Roxi keeps this up until the referee orders her off. Roxi leans over the ropes, inviting Veronica inside, while Mercedes Vargas soon charges down to ringside. Both Mean Girls keep their distance, but continue mouthing off to both ladies in the ring. Roxi waves them both in, when suddenly Misty takes her down with a Russian Legsweep. She climbs onto the turnbuckle, coming off with the Dream Crusher! The crowd cheers at this, despite the distraction on the outside.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent And your winner and NEW Number One Contender to the Bombshell Championship??? MISSSSSSSSSTY!!!

Misty takes a few steps back off of Roxi and then she leans over the top rope to continue what Roxi had started, inviting Mercedes and Roxi inside. Both ladies shrugs their shoulders before darting inside of the ring. Misty steps back, ready for them. However, she doesn't see Tessa behind her with the same pink chair from the Fashion Police segment earlier that got Angelica booted from the venue! She raises it up in the air as the fans shout at her. Misty continues waving Mercedes and Veronica toward her. Angelica swings the chair, and at the right time, Misty ducks down, and the chair connects with Veronica's face!

Simone: HOMERUN! I think I saw Veronica's make up fly off like a mask into the back rows!

Adams: How? How did she know?

Tessa gasps, pausing, just in time for Misty to sweep her legs out from under her, wrestling the chair from her grip. Mercedes goes to pound Misty with the Roulette Championship, but Roxi is right there with the Ray of Hope to the champion! Misty locks Tessa into the Queen's Punishment hold as the crowd cheers her on loudly. Roxi smirks as she grabs a microphone, looking up to spot Delia who is standing a safe 50 feet away from Misty, as per her restraining order, but she is dying to come down. Roxi brings the microphone to her lips as she stares right at Delia.

Roxi: Thanks to your little mole infestation, we came to this thing prepared, Delia. But, you are welcomed to come down here and back up your words from Twitter.

The crowd cheers as Delia takes a few steps toward the ramp. She bites onto her lip, thinking about the restraining order before backing off. She stares down, hearing Tessa's shouts of pain before she shouts down at Roxi, pointing directly at Misty. As she does, the security team comes down the ramp, causing Roxi to roll her eyes. Delia looks down at the ground in anger and shame as security forces Misty off of Tessa. Delia can't even take it as she just walks through the curtains, doing the ultimate walk of shame as we fade elsewhere.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our Hostess With the Mostess... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The men and women of the Parris Island Stadium cheer and laugh as Amanda walks out onto the stage in a 60's style housewife wig and wearing a flesh tone body stocking. She is carrying cardboard cutouts of different 60's fashion for women and as the song begins, she holds each up as if a living doll trying on outfits...

Amanda: Hi Barbie
Hi Ken!
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Sure Ken!
Jump in...

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go party!

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

I'm a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"

(uu-oooh-u)
(uu-oooh-u)

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
(uu-oooh-u)

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
Hit the town, fool around, let's go party
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
(uu-oooh-u)

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
(uu-oooh-u)

Oh, I'm having so much fun!
Well Barbie, we're just getting started
Oh, I love you Ken!

The song comes to an end and the good men and women of the military give Amanda a standing ovation, cheering, applauding and laughing as she blows kisses, takes a bow, and vanishes behind the curtains atop the stage.




Simone: This has been one hell of a show and it will conclude with a title defense.

Adams: Mercedes Vargas will be defending her SCW Roulette Bombshell Championship against the returning Cindy Warren.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one for and it's scheduled for one fall. It is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette championship, introducing the challenger from Charlotte, North Carolina she is "the Nurse" Cindy Warren

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

Adams: Man, doesn't Cindy look great.

Simone: Yes, she does after a two month lay off.

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, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.

Justin Decent: and introducing her opponent, from Argentina, she is the current reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion. She represents The Mean Girls, please welcome Mercedes Vargas.

Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains- perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight.

Adams: Mercedes is still gloating but she is still hot.

Simone: I wonder if Zuri or Blanca will throw a wrench in this match.

Before Jason could give a response, Zuri pops up on the screen wearing Blanca's mask. A sly smirk is sitting happily across her face. Mercedes is staring at the screen nearly screaming at Zuri. Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing beside the roulette wheel.

Zuri Chastain: Mercedes, Mercedes, you are still letting your mouth out run your brain again. I mean you say Blanca pinned you but are you really sure that was Blanca who pinned you. I mean we are identical twins after all and we aren't the easiest to tell apart. Now, I bet you are wondering where I am standing here yet again. Because you see, you haven't chosen the kind of match it will be. So I will take it upon myself to choose the match for you. Rocky if you don't mind, please spin the wheel.

Rocky spins the wheel as it goes roung and round. The wheel starts to slow down as Zuri is tapping her fingers together. The wheel stops as Zuri smiles.

Zuri Chastain: It must be your lucky day Mercedes because your match will now be contested in a golden strap match. Good luck Mercedes!

Zuri lets out a laugh as Mercedes is screaming at the top of her lungs as Jasmine is strapping her and Cindy together.

Adams: Well this will be interesting because Mercedes is all by herself tonight.

Simone: This should be interesting.

Jasmine makes sure both participants are ready before signalling for the bell to ring.

Simone: And the match is underway

Mercedes is still trying to protest to Jasmine as Cindy pulls on the strap nearly knocking Mercedes on her ass. Cindy manages to jump off the mat and connect with a dropkick. The force of the kick causes Mercedes to snap her head back while following to the canvas. Cindy continues the offense as she drops a knee across the throat of Mercedes followed by a leaping leg drop across the same spot. Cindy spins up onto one knee while trying to think her strategy through her head.

Adams: Why is Cindy just sitting there?

Simone: More importantly, did you see Mercedes' neck snap back? I wonder if she is okay.

Adams: Like you care

Cindy goes to touch one turnbuckle but on the way to the second turnbuckle. She gets blasted with a strong shoulder to her midsection from Mercedes. Cindy nearly crumbles in the corner as Mercedes begins stomping the hell out of Cindy. The anger that Mercedes is holding for Zuri is flowing right onto Cindy. Mercedes wraps one part of the strap around Cindy's throat before throwing her to the ground. Mercedes drops down behind her and pulls back on the strap. Cindy tries clawing at the strap but Mercedes hikes up the pressure.

Adams: Mercedes is nearly choking the life out of the nurse. I hope the Red Cross isn't watching this.

Simone: How much you want to bet Mercedes wishes this was Zuri?

Due to the rules of the match, winning by submission out of the picture. Mercedes continues to pull back on the strap as Cindy pounds on the canvas once. She manages to muster enough strength in her legs to push herself up while wrapping her hands around the back of Mercedes head. She then drops back down driving Mercedes' jaw into the top of her head. The move causes Mercedes to loosen her grip while Cindy shakes the cobwebs loose. Mercedes does a quick shake, runs at Cindy but gets caught in a drop toe hold. Mercedes' face kisses the canvas as Cindy floats over and hits her with a dropkick.

Adams: Cindy is still alive. She must be a super human.

Simone: Well this match can only end either by one of them touching all six turnbuckles or by a pinfall.

Cindy drags Mercedes across the canvas while tapping three turnbuckles. The moment she tries to tap the fourth, Mercedes yanks on the strap before catching Cindy with a hard right hand. Cindy falls to the mat as Mercedes mounts her and repeatedly rains down multiple rights. She even goes far as to biting Cindy. Cindy screams as Jasmine's hands are pretty much tied.

Adams: Mercedes is fighting really dirty tonight.

Simone: Now what?

Belinda says that as the crowd is booing like crazy. A camera flips over to the entrance way as Delia, Angelica, and Tess are making their way to the ring. Mercedes looks up for a split second as a smile comes across her face. She resumes beating the hell out of Cindy while waving towards her Mean Girls team mates. She continues to be excited as she tosses Cindy across the ring by her hair.

Adams: I guess they wanted a front row seat for this one.

Simone: Yeah, or Mercedes can't win on her own. Why are they even out here?

Tess walks around the ring as Angelica positions herself on one side as Delia stands with her back towards the stage. Mercedes begins jumping up and down while totally ignoring Cindy. She begins to celebrate the victory as she begins dragging Cindy across the ring and tapping four turnbuckles. Before she could get to the fifth turnbuckle, Cindy manages to kip up and snaps off an enzuigiri to the side of Mercedes's head. The kick knocks Mercedes for loop as Cindy bounces off the ropes and drops Mercedes with a running sole kick. Delia nods her head as Tess jumps up on the ring apron.

Simone: This can't be good.

Tess begins yelling which distracts both Jasmine and Cindy. Jasmine walks over and tries to get Tess off the ring apron. Cindy looks at Tess as Delia slides a pair of brass knuckles toward Mercedes. She covers them with her hand as Cindy turns back toward Mercedes. She reaches down to lift Mercedes off the mat but gets blasted by the brass knucks. Mercedes tosses them out of the ring as she goes for a quick cover. Jasmine quickly spins around and slides into position. She pounds the canvas two times and goes for a third time until Cindy rolls her shoulder out.

Adams: Oh come on that was a three count. Jasmine needs glasses.

Simone: That must have been on instinct.

Mercedes begins pulling out her hair as she looks out at her cohorts. Delia shrugs her shoulders as Cindy begins to stir with blood flowing down her face after the cut from the brass knuckles. Mercedes thinks it's time to end this as she starts dragging Cindy around the ring while tapping four turnbuckles but Cindy crawls under the ropes then stands up while holding the strap between the legs of Mercedes. Mercedes begins to plead for mercy when Cindy picks up her metal stethoscope and leaps over the ring ropes while driving Mercedes face first into the canvas.

Simone: What is Cindy up to?

Adams: I think she wants to check for a pulse.

Cindy puts the ear pieces in her ears before jamming the other part into Mercedes skull. Cindy continues to pound away as blood begins flowing down her own face. Delia starts showing concern for Mercedes as Angelica hops up onto the ring apron as Jasmine is yet again distracted. Cindy notices the blood on her hand as Delia quickly enters the ring. She goes to strike Cindy but she ducks as she stumbles near the ring ropes. She connects with another dropkick knocking Delia out of the ring who then lands on the canvas hard. Cindy wipes her hands thinking she got rid of the trash when Mercedes connects with a low blow. Cindy keels over as Mercedes sets her up for the Red Curtain. She lifts Cindy into the air drops her across her knee with a backbreaker then finishes it with a snapmare driver.

Simone: This might be over.

Adams: Cindy looks like she might be out.

Mercedes proceeds to drag Cindy's lifeless body around the ring as she taps all six turnbuckles. Jasmine calls for the bell as Mercedes throws her arms up into the air.

Justin Decent: Here is your winner and still SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Mercedes Vargas!!!!

Mercedes celebrates her victory before calling her cohorts into the ring. All the members of The Mean Girls enter the ring as they surround Cindy Warren. Mercedes goes to lift Cindy up when the lights go down for a few seconds. The moment they come back up, the Daughters of Darkness are surrounding the ring. Rory Justice is beating the hell out of Holly Wood while Necra and Joanne are keeping Delia and Veronica at bay. Blanca and Necra's maid helps keep Angelica and Tess back. Mercedes is looking around the outside of the ring thinking she is safe. She slowly turns around as Zuri is also inside the ring.

Adams: I think Zuri is trying to get the upper hand.

Simone: Mercedes probably should have seen this coming.

Zuri smiles as she blasts Mercedes with a dropkick from out of nowhere. Zuri gets back to one knee as she pulls Mercedes's head up. She looks straight into her eyes and screams.

Zuri Chastain: You are mine bitch. I will see you at High Stakes IV. The Daughters of Darkness will soon be holding two titles. See you soon Mercedes.

Zuri reaches down, lifts Mercedes up off the canvas before connecting with the Bimbo Breaker. She gets back up to her feet, picks up the Bombshell Roulette Championship and drapes it over the back of Mercedes. "Case of the Ex" strikes up as Zuri rolls out of the ring and joins her sisters in the Daughters of Darkness as the cameras show all of the Mean Girls down on the ground.

Adams: We have a new force in SCW.

Simone: The Mean Girls had better watch themselves from now on or they might get another beating. Anyway, that's all we have time for, we'll see you next week for a special Halloween edition of Climax Control.

Adams: Bye people!




THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Horace, Court, The Lord MK, Sam, Marge, Necra, The Mean Girls, Mike, Crystal Hilton, also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you SCW stars that keep us going.