Climax Control

The UAW Hall in Laughlin, Nevada is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells while the cameras pass along them, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.

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

Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hostess of "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers and applauds as the SCW's resident drag queen is brought out onto the stage on the back of a motorcycle driven by a handsome stud wearing only a pair of black leather booty shorts and matching boots. Amanda is wearing a school girl outfit. Microphone in hand, Amanda hops off of the motorcycle and her driver stands up and Amanda looks him up and down and turns back to the fans with her mouth open in shock.

Amanda: Oh. My God. Bryan!
Look at his crotch!
It is so big!
He looks like one of those "Drag Queen's Boyfriends".
But, you know. Who understands those drag queens?
They only talk to him because he looks like a total hustler.
I mean, his buldge is just so big!
I can't believe it's just so round!
It's just like "Out There".
I mean, gross!
Look! He's just so huge!

The rap music starts...

Amanda: I like big cocks and I cannot lie!
Go, nuts and I can't deny.
That when a man walks in with a buldge in his pants, it puts me in a trance.
I get hot. Wanna rip off jeans.
I'm the worst of all sized queens.
Deep in his shorts he's wearing. I'm hooked and I can't stop staring.
Oh baby, I wanna get wit' cha. And take your picture.
My sisters tried to warn me, but that rod you got makes me so horny.

Oh, uncut monster. You say you wanna get in my mouth?
Well, do me. Screw me. Come on and turn me out.
I just watched him peeing. And seeing is believing.
He's young, hung, got it goin' on. I don't care if he's dumb.
I'm tired of tiny meat. Sayin' cocktail franks a treat.
Ask the average queen, and she will scream: "He best be packing heat!".

So fellas!
(Yeah?)
Fellas!
(Yeah?)
Has your boyfriend got the dick?
(Hell yeah! )
Then shake it!
(Shake it! )
Shake it!
(Shake it! )
Shake that healthy dick!
Baby got front.
Baby got front.

I like 'em long, and big.
When I put on my wig. I lose control.
So stick that mammoth pole in my cake hole.
I wanna take that bone, and uh, swallow it, uh, uh.
I ain't talkin' 'bout dildos.
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys.
I want 'em real thick and juicy.
So fine, I'm on my knees, Miss Amanda's on fire.
Hot and juciy, just like Wendy's!

Alan knows on striker.
A small dicked ugly biker.
A word to the thick, hard brothers. Forget the others. I'll kiss your mothers.
For simply giving birth to a big, fat, juicy dick, that's worth it's weight in gold.
You'd never get cold.
If I was your girl I'd rock your world, everytime your flag unfolds.
So whip out that schlong.
You can't go wrong. If it's long and strong. Just like this song.

So fellas! (Yeah?)
Fellas!
(Yeah?)
Open up them big umbrellas!
Just zip it down and whip it out even lesbians got to shout.
Baby got front!

Yeah, baby.
When it comes to man-love.
I like Latino fan club.
Big and fat.
And long and brown.
And a good, six inches around.

So your boyfriend has small feet?
Princess kinda meat?
You wanna sleep inside my cottage?
Forget Vienna Sausage.
Don't ask "Que Pasa".
Serve Kielbasa.
Don't stuff it with a sock.
I want a real big cock.

Now there ain't nothing sadder.
She says that it don't matter.
She's full of shit and lying, for a big one she is dying.
So, someone said you're big. Well, I am a dick-pig.
So save it for a stupid whore. It better make my jaw sore.
To the little boys in the sauna, I really do not wanna, play with your weiner.
I have to sepina. A stud from Argentina.

Some crackhead tried to dis.
'Cause her man is on my list.
I am a piss remover, that's why my nickname's "Hoover".
So home-boys, if you got a big bone, and you wanna get sucked then pick up the phone.
Dial 1-900-Amanda-heat.
I want your meat!
Baby got front.
Baby got front.

He's dumb as dirt, but he's got a big cock.
He's ugly as sin, but he's got a big cock.
He's semi-retarded, but he's got a big cock.
So he killed a few people, he's got a big cock!

The rap music ends and the biker wraps an arm around Amanda's waist and escorts her from the stage to the laughter and applause from the fans.

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

Adams: And I got caught in the rain last night so not feeling fantastic, but you can call me Jason Adams.

The groove to Blacklite District's "I Gambled and I Won" plays over the speakers, and the crowd begins to rumble as "The Wildcard" JT Midas makes his way onto the entrance ramp in full-on suit and tie, receiving somewhat of a mixed reaction. He smirks beneath his trademark fedora, head held high as he carries a microphone slowly down the ramp with extra spring in his step.

Simone: What is he doing here? This isn't in the format.

Adams: From what I can figure out on Twitter, he's JT Midas and The Players Club do what they want.

JT enters the ring over the middle rope, holding his hat to prevent it from falling off his head. The music stops, and JT takes a moment to soak in the reaction. There are scattered chants of "JT Midas!" and "JT sucks!", not quite in dueling fashion, as a small majority of the audience is simply booing. JT smirks, as he raises the microphone to his lips.

JT: Come on, guys, really? Half of you like me, half of you hate me...would'ya make up your minds already?

He picks up on some laughter in the crowd, and shakes his head in disdain.

Simone: I know what half I'm part of.

JT: No...please don't laugh. You guys don't get it. I'm not trying to be funny. I'm not trying to be "Mr. Cutesy Villain," cracking jokes and making y'all smile and laugh and sing and dance, all the while pretending to hate your guts. Nah, that ain't what I want at all. See, I'm not a man seeking affirmation from any of you. I don't want to be funny. Hell, I don't care if I'm liked! If y'all want to cheer for me, buy my t-shirts and my autographs, that's cool with me. Might as well be buying me a drink, because that's all any of that shit means to me.

Adams: I think it's more than half that don't like him now.

He leans back against the turnbuckle, his last comment managing to turn a few more fans against him. He loved every second of it.

JT: Now, in the past few weeks, my boys and I seem to have pissed off a lot of the kids in the back. When Caleb Houston, Hydro, and I invaded that ring at High Stakes, put the beating of a lifetime on Chris Shipman, I think we rubbed some people the wrong way...particularly the Seven Deadly Sins. The truth is, though, me and the boys ain't got any beef with you guys, ya' dig? We're not drawing any "line in the sand." Nah, it ain't about that for us. We just wanted to have some fun, make some noise...and, hell, make our claim for something you got that we want.

JT pushes off the post, pacing himself back toward the center of the ring.

JT: That's right, folks. You heard it here first. It seems as if there are a couple of men out there who may have some ties to the Seven Deadly Sins, a couple of men who hold some bright and shinies that my boys and I want to add to our collection. Now, maybe y'all are on the same page, maybe not. I don't know your business, 'cause it ain't mine. Despayre...the Sin of Envy. It's a funny twist of fate that you happen to one-half of the puzzle that my boys and I are putting together. I hope our attack got your attention, and I hope your big butt-buddy tag team partner is watching, too. As I mentioned earlier, it's pretty simple...me and boys just want to have fun, and what better way to party than by celebrating the new SCW Tag Team Champions...the Players Club.

Simone: Pretty sure the Seven Deadly Sins would disagree with that.

JT: Seriously, guys...quit trying to read me. I hear the chatter. I know y'all see the antics that Caleb and I are always up to, and you're all trying to figure us out. Just don't. There ain't nothing there, kids! We drink beer, we fuck bitches, and we kick ass. Those are the three things in this world we do best, better than anybody in this entire company. So, it doesn't matter if it's Gavin Stephens and Alex Kaelin, the "Power Couple" Ringo and Giani, the Bosom Buddies, or the Seven Deadly Sins. Once Caleb and I win those pretty gold-plated belts, y'all better know you're getting your asses kicked. Have a drink on me, fellas, 'cause you bitches are already fucked!

JT's music plays, as he tosses the microphone behind his back and over his shoulder, letting it roll out of the ring and to the floor. "Oops," he shouts, a smug grin on his face, as he rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.

Simone: This guy doesn't mix his words.

Adams: He does not.

Simone: Before we was interrupted, we was doing an intro, so let's try that again. Hello and Welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I got caught in the rain last night so not feeling fantastic, but you can call me Jason Adams.... whoa, Deja Vu moment.

Simone: Idiot... we have eight matches for you tonight, in a show dubbed new blood rising by many of the fans because tonight, we have debuts galore.

Adams: Debuts.... debuts everywhere!

Simone: That's right Jason and we kick things off with a brand new Bombshell in action, as Mikah makes her SCW debut against The Nurse, Cynthia Warren.

Adams: Cynthia was unlucky not to walk out Bombshell Tag Team champions at High Stakes IV a couple of weeks ago, she will be looking to bounce right back at the expense of the newcomer, Mikah.

Simone: The Players Club made an immediate impact at High Stakes, by attacking Chris Shipman, tonight we get to see them in action and it all starts off with Hydro, taking on another debutante in the shape of Andrew Watts.

Adams: These two men have already been touted as future champions, I can't wait for this one.

Simone: Desiree Drake signed with SCW last weekend and the excitement was too much for SCW staff to contain, quickly adding Desiree to the card, but she takes on one of SCW's finest all round athletes, the Foshan Bombshell, Orchid!

Adams: Orchid is a tough test for any SCW bombshell. This will be a true test of Desiree's character. It's hard enough being new, but even harder when you don't know what kind of offense will be thrown at ya.

Simone: The man who interrupted us earlier, JT Midas is also in action tonight. He teams with fellow Players Club member Caleb Houston, as they take on The Notorious Alex Kaelin and Gavin Stephens.

Adams: There's much more to this than a simple tag match, both teams have alliances in SCW, which means both will be trying to prove that they are the premium group. Picking up the W here will help them instantly gain an advantage over the other. There's some extra motivation for ya!

Simone: Gabriel Asar returned to SCW at High Stakes IV, almost signing his own death warrant by attacking Rage. Tonight he returns to the ring, as he takes on Johnny Ajax.

Adams: Johnny comes to us with a whole host of credentials, Gabriel is a man looking to step up in SCW, this could be the match of the night here.

Simone: Our next match won't be anything technical, don't expect too many headlocks in this one, because we have the very twisted Lord Raab in the ring and he takes on a man who makes hardcore wrestling look normal. He is that extreme, with a taste for weapons, Drexel Matheson.

Adams: Matheson's reputation for heavy brawling and hardcore action proceeds him, but Lord Raab has more than enough anger issues, that using weapons will help. This has brutality written all over it, especially with roulette rules! What was the staff thinking? Someone will be hurt in this one.

Simone: Wallace Jordan inked a deal with us not too long ago, and the wild man of SCW debuts tonight, but he will be going up against the unknown, a man called Sephiroth du Lac.

Adams: Du Lac makes Brother Grimm look normal. I don't know what to say about him because not a lot is known of him. All I know is that I'm hiding under the desk when he appears.

Simone: Wimp.

Adams: Uh Uh.

Simone: Our main event is a highly anticipated rematch from months ago. Amy Marshall had to take some personal time so this match couldn't happen but since her return two weeks ago, the staff has made it happen tonight. Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco go two on two with Bombshell tag team champions, Joanne Canelli and Veronica Taylor!

Adams: The Metal and Punk Connection Vs a mob boss and a mean girl! Four very hot women in the ring, two gold belts to fight for. These four woman will be pulling the house down without a doubt! Now I can't wait to get the show started, so let's start it! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!




v/o: AND THE NEWWWW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!

Boos fill the UAW Hall

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

"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, a figure begins to make his way onto the entrance area. The arena erupts into boos as Sean Jackson comes into view.

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

Wearing slacks and a dress shirt, he has the SCW heavyweight title draped over his shoulder. After tapping the faceplate a couple of times, he makes a complete turn, allowing everyone to see the total package. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he begins to make his way to the ring.

As the boos continue to fill the hall, Sean stops to agitate a few Drake Green fans before continuing to the ring.

As soon as he enters the ring, a spotlight bathes him as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, he peers out at the fans at ringside and raises the title to the ceiling. Once the lights come back on, he hops down and is handed a house mic.

Jackson: I told you. I told you all that it was only a matter of time. I tried to tell you that Drake couldn't stop me, but you wouldn't listen. I tried to tell you that he was on borrowed time, but you wanted to hold on to the belief that he was something special, that he was going to be different.

Again, Sean Jackson holds the belt high. Much to the displeasure of the fans.

Jackson: But he wasn't different, he wasn't special. He was just like all of you, frail, weak, tired.

He begins to pace, slowly, soaking everything in. He's won, and now he's going to milk it for everything it's worth.

Jackson: Now don't get me wrong, he gave it the ole college try crap. He stuck in there, hoping that your cheers and support would once again do the trick. That it would lead him to be Joe Montana leading the game winning drive, or Lebron James making the game winning bucket. But the problem with that is you can't get championship pedigree out of a fifty cent mutt.

More boos, incredible boos. The hall is filled with this intense hatred, boiling hatred for the man who has turned Sin City upside down.

Jackson: He tried to be Troy Aikman, but ended up being Jamarcus Russell. He wanted you all to believe that he was Emmitt Smith, leading Sin City into the future. But ended up being Derrick Lassic who simply fumbled it away.

Now the booing just gets stupid. How dare Sean Jackson use Cowboy legends to put down the fan favorite Drake Green? A double negative as far as they're concerned. But do any of them actually think that Sean cares?

Jackson: Oh sure, boo me for telling you all the truth. After all, we're here in Laughlin, Nevada where your own high school team is 0-9 for the year. Hell, the last game that Laughlin played, you got beat 27-2.

Now this doesn't sit well at all with anyone.

Jackson: Matter of fact, I heard that if a tornado hits anywhere in this God forsaken town, the best place to be is at the football field. I heard there hasn't been a touchdown there in years.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Sean shrugs, a smirk crosses his face.

Jackson: Come on now, if you want to boo someone, boo yourselves. Your teams are weak, your athletes are pathetic, and you don't demand accountability from anybody. You sing the praises of Harry Reid, you worship Snookie and JWow like they're for real celebrities....

The smirk disappears as he once again raises the heavyweight title upward.

Jackson: While true champions like me are booed incessantly by has beens and never weres.

begins to point randomly at people close to ringside.

Jackson: But why don't why get into the meat of why you people choose to cheer losers like Drake Green, and boo proven winners like me. You people cheer Drake Green because he'll sit there and lie to your faces. He'll tell you that you've got potential, he'll tell you that if you just work a little harder you can also have six pack abs???

Inhale.exhale

Jackson: That if you want it hard enough, it will come to you.

He busts out into a smile as he drapes the belt back over his shoulder.

Jackson: Well, if that was the case. Drake Green would still be the cham???

"Burning Down the House" by the Used starts to play, interrupting Sean, and the Laughlin crowd erupts in cheers.

Adams: Here he is! Mr. Showtime!

Drake Green walks out from behind the curtain. He forgoes his usual fanfare as he heads straight to the ring with a microphone in hand. He slaps a few hands along the way before hopping up the steel steps and sliding through the ropes. As Drake slides through, Sean takes a couple of steps backwards, all the while tapping the faceplate.

Jackson: Wow folks, there he is. In the flesh, the man who honestly thought that he could defy the odds. That he was ultimately going to be different from everyone else who's ever stepped in front of Sean Jackson with a major championship on the line. But much like the Laughlin football team, fell victim to someone who was just THAT much better than him.

As Sean turns to face Drake, he can't help but to rub it in.

Jackson: Tell us Drake, how does it feel to be a disappointment to everyone who thought you to be the best in Sin City?

He stares a whole through Jackson. After a moment, his tension seems to dissipate and a small smile comes over his face.

Drake: Sean I gotta give it to you. I'm a man and I know when to admit I've been beaten. I am not afraid to tell everyone here that Sean Jackson did pin me at High Stakes IV. He did take from me my most prized possession and he did it decisively. For that I give you credit.

Green stretches out his hand to shake Jackson's. Looking down, the smile on Sean's face gets bigger. It's almost as if he can't believe his eyes or his ears. However, he isn't a fool. Sean knows what happens next, he's done it himself, so he points at Drake Green, the smile getting larger.

Jackson: Oh, you're good. You're really good there Drake. But I know what happens the moment I stick my hand out, you pop me with a straight right and attempt to put me out of wrestling. No Drake, I'm holding on to this title belt for a very, VERY long time. But I do like this humble attitude of yours. Matter of fact, besides winning this title here, humbling the great Drake Green has got to be the highlight of my career???.

Sean claps his hands a few times and gives Drake a thumbs up.

Jackson: And for that, I thank you my man. I thank you because it was great watching you lay down in the middle of this ring, in front of all your little shocked fans.

Drake shakes his head, smiling.

Drake: I don't know what's worse about you, Sean. The fact that you can't help yourself to not try and rub it in my face that I lost...or that you're so damn paranoid that you couldn't even shake my hand. You didn't humble me, Sean. You inspired me. You reminded me that these people???

Green points around the small arena to his fans and they cheer loudly as he does.

Drake: ...MY PEOPLE, need hope. They need a saviour from people like you. People that will take everything that they love about our great sport and suck the life out of it. You inspired me to no matter what, NEVER give up. I will never stop coming after you Sean. No matter what Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and Erik Staggs say. I will beat you again Sean, just like I have many times before, and I will get my???.

Green stops himself for a moment.

Drake: ...I will get THEIR title back!

MEGA POP!

The smile disappears from Sean's face, a frown begins to form in it's place. It was as if he had swallowed something bitter and maybe he had. Or maybe it was Drake Green bringing up???.

Jackson: Oh God Drake, give it a rest will you. These fans are the reason you no longer have the SCW heavyweight title.

He moves to the ring ropes and immediately begins to point people out.

Jackson: Look at them, they're nothing. They come to these bingo halls and empty arenas in order to live a dream, a dream that none of them could ever legitimately accomplish. When I look out at this sorry mass of humanity, I see nothing but Al Bundy wannabes who have scored seven touchdowns while playing on the X-Box while legitimate bad asses like myself live the real dream???

Sean turns his attention back to Drake Green, slapping the faceplate of the heavyweight title while he does so.

Jackson: And the mere fact you STILL want to champion their cause, tells me that I'll never have to worry about you taking this belt from me. EVER.

Drake: And that's the reason why right there, Sean. The reason why I will never give up. You don't deserve these people. You don't deserve that title. And no...you don't deserve it because you beat me, Sean. You don't deserve it because what that title represents is bigger than either one of us. It represents them. Something you clearly don't care about. Something you clearly know nothing about.

Jackson: No Drake, these people don't deserve me. As far as I'm concerned, the only opinion I care about is my own and Mark Ward. As far as I'm concerned, the only people who deserve to see me are the Mean Girls as well as Hot Stuff International???.

Sean again looks out into the fans, those who are still booing him.

Jackson: And as far as I'm concerned, they haven't paid enough money to see ME in the ring tonight???

Sean then turns his attention back to Drake.

Jackson: And you haven't paid your dues to even be standing in front of me. So, I'm going to take my belt and leave this ring before I have to give you another High Stakes beating.

With that, Sean slowly backs up and steps through the ropes. However, he doesn't step off of the ring apron. He just stands there, holding the belt up high.

Drake: Hey Sean, I didn't give you permission to leave yet.

MEGA POP!

Drake: You see, these darn SCW contracts come with a little something called a rematch clause and if I had it my way...I'd beat your ass all over Laughlin and get my title back...right here...right now!

Another MEGA POP!

The mere mention of re-match clause causes Sean to swallow, really hard. He can feel his fingers gripping the ring ropes hard, his knuckles turning white.

Jackson: First off Drake, I'm the champion here...not you. I can come and go as I please, do whatever and say whatever I want. You think I'm scared of you Drake?

He shakes his head no, but the sound in his voice screams otherwise.

Jackson: Hell no I'm not scared of you. The fact of the matter is that these people aren't worthy of seeing me wrestle tonight, because in order to do that, they've got to pay a helluva lot more than they have. Besides Drake, you're nothing more than yesterday's news, yesterday's hero that once again failed the masses. Now then, I could very well step back through the ropes???

He leans down and puts one leg through as a huge pop ensues. Everyone in the UAW hall now envisions an epic battle about to take place. However, in typical Sean Jackson fashion???

Jackson: But as I said, these Laughlin losers aren't worthy enough.

Sean then brings his leg back out, and after straightening up, threatens to hop down from the apron.

Drake: Go ahead, Sean. You do what you best, run. Because as soon as I walk up that ramp I'm walking straight up to Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs and I'm cashing in that rematch clause and there ain't a damn thing you can do about it. Because, what time is Laughlin?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Green walks up towards Jackson and the two men share another stare. After a few moments, Sean gets uncomfortable and drops down to the floor. As he does, the fans inside of the hall begins to call him a coward. They start to ride him pretty hard, causing his eyes to fill with rage. Not even understanding the boiling in his blood, Sean steps back onto the apron.

Jackson: Do yourself a favor Drake, stop before you get yourself hurt. Instead of letting these fans talk you into career suicide, you had better turn your attention to something a little less lethal like, I don't know, an insurance salesman or something of that nature. Because if you don't, I won't be held responsible for my actions. Just like I wasn't with Jamie Dean and his little buddy.

Green chuckles a bit.

Drake: All I hear are excuses, Sean. That seems to be a recurring theme with you. How about you stop being the little bitch that everyone in the whole state of Nevada knows you are and you put that strap on the line next week at the 100th edition of Climax Control. How ???bout it Sean? Be a man.

Crowd: BITCH!!! BITCH!!!! BITCH!!!

As the fans keep chanting, Sean starts to feel his face turning red. With Drake Green in front of him, and the fans busting his chops.

Jackson: NO!!!!

He points directly at Drake Green.

Jackson: NO DEAL!!!!

As he prepares to hop down again, a new chant begins.

Crowd: HE'S NO MAN!!! HE'S A BITCH!!! HE'S NO MAN!!!! HE'S A BITCH!!!

Sean tries to cover his ears, but to no avail. Marshall Owens even begins to run down the ramp, but his attempt to get Sean away comes a bit too late.

Jackson: YOU WANT IT????

Marshall begins grabbing at Sean's leg, but to no avail. It's almost as if time has stopped, that mere seconds has felt like hours.

Jackson: YOU GOT IT!!!!

As soon as the words flow out of his mouth, it's as if someone else had said it. Marshall who was waving his hands wildly, now stops stunned. He backs away as Sean just stands there, his mouth still gaped open, shocked. Slowly, he fumbles down from the apron and begins to back away, still shocked. He looks up to Drake who has a wide smile on his face.

Drake: You hear that, Sean? That's the sound of true passion...true beliefs. You can't suppress the power of the people. I'll see you next week, Sean...and so will they.

Green turns to the crowd.

Drake: And just in case he didn't hear you, people of Laughlin...MY PEOPLE...WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!?!?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake drops the mic as he hops up on to the turnbuckle, raising his arms for the crowd and pointing down to Sean, making sure he hears the voices of his fans. He raises his arms up down, motioning for them to get louder as Sean and Marshall slowly retreat up the ramp with Jackson yelling obscenities at Drake and crowd members as he leaves.




Justin: The following match is for one fall introducing first... weighing in at 120 pounds from Charlotte, North Carolina.... She is "The Nurse" Ciiiiinddddyyy Warren.

"Get Well Soon by Reggie & The Full Effects" 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.

Justin: And her opponent. Making her Sin City Wrestling debut, weighing in at 110 pounds hailing from New York City, New York.... Miiiiiikaaaaah!

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Adams: Oh Boy Simone this is my favourite part of the night!

Simone: Why's that the night has just started?

Adams: Booooombsheeellls!!!

The two bombshells come together in the middle of the ring and the referee calls for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Mikah is the first to strike as she comes crashing in locking up with Cindy. Mikah doesn't waste any-time in pulling Cindy in for a side headlock, tormenting the nurse as she stiffens her grip about her neck. Cindy is trying to push Mikah off her but Mikah isn't having a bar of it as she just runs with Cindy by her side dropping her to the canvas with a running bulldog.

Simone: Well Mikah has come here to make a statement.

Adams: I wonder who fixes the nurse, when she gets injured?

Mikah gets back up to her feet and stalks Cindy, before pulling the shorter bombshell up by the hair. Mikah is quick to toss Cindy across the ring. On the returned Mikah lands a perfect clothesline on Cindy sending her back to the canvas. Cindy rolls over to her stomach and tries to get up but Mikah has slide down to her knees beside her grabbing an handful of her hair Mikah slams her face into the canvas three times.

Adams: Face Plant.

Simone: She needs to knock that off; Jacob Summer isn't looking impressed here.

As the referee warns Mikah, Mikah throws her hands up in the air playing innocent. Jacob just shakes his head as the platinum blonde gets back to her feet. Circling Cindy once more who is covering her face with her hands Mikah, drives her foot into her back, stomping her repeatedly. Cindy rolls over to the ropes, hugging onto them forcing Jacob to call Mikah off.

Adams: Smart move by the nurse.

Mikah doesn't look impressed as she watches Cindy get back up to her fete using the ropes as an aid. Mikah takes off towards Cindy looking to knock her over the top rope, but Cindy steps out of the way, pulling the top rope down sending Mikah crashing and burning to the outside.

Simone: Mikah landing with an almighty thud on the outside.

Adams: I don't think that move went to plan.

Simone: You think?

Mikah starts to stir on the outside but Cindy climbs the ropes, using them as an advantage she perches herself up the top waiting for Mikah to get back to her feet. The Sin City Wrestling crowd are egging Cindy on, applauding her as Mikah finally gets back up to her feet but is swiftly taken down with a cross body slam.

Adams: Hey look it's a flying nurse.

Simone: Seriously?

Adams: Seriously!

Cindy has knocked the wind out of her own sails doing the move but manages to get to her feet first as Jacobs starts the ten count.

1...

2...

3...

Cindy is holding the side of her head as she tries to make her way towards the ring.

Simone: Cindy looks a bit confused here Jason.

Adams: On the replay you can see that Cindy's face basically compacted against the flooring, it doesn't look good.

4...

5...

Mikah is up to her feet now as well as she staggers towards the ring.

6...

Cindy finally slides back into the six sided ring, breaking the 10 count. Mikah tries to slide back into the ring but Cindy starts to kick away at her. Mikah???s loud scream can be heard around the arena as she is furious that Cindy isn't allowing her to get back in. Climbing up onto the apron Mikah is standing on the outside of the ropes while Cindy is standing inside the ring, the two bombshells starts to go toe to toe with big vicious left and rights. Mikah gets tired of the exchange and plants Cindy with a sick right elbow, causing Cindy to stumble back into the ring. Mikah uses the ropes and slings herself back into the ring, crashing into Cindy grabbing her head for an modified DDT. Cindy's face smashed against the canvas and Mikah is quick to make the cover.

1...

2...

NO! Cindy manages to get the shoulder up. Mikah slaps the canvas in anger as Jacob makes the official call. The debuting Bombshell gets up to her feet and looks to be straight on the attack but Cindy rolls out of the way springing up to her feet, she groggily stands up against the ropes. Cindy rushes towards Mikah and catches her first with a snap Suplex, getting up to her feet she drags up the newest bombshell and plants her back to the canvas with a Russian Leg sweep. Mikah covers up as Cindy crawls on top of her opening a can of left and right slaps to her face. Mikah starts to fight back and blonde hair is flying everywhere.

Adams: CAT FIGHT!!!

Mikah gets sick of it as she powers out, pushing Cindy off of her. They both make it up to their feet and is a race to see who gets to who first. Cindy tries for a clothesline by Mikah ducks, Cindy flings herself into the ropes and Mikah is waiting for her with a backbreaker. Mikah hooks the leg once more.

1...

2...

NO! Cindy is able to break the pin but the Nurse rolls over hooking her legs around Mikah's legs stealing the pinfall making it her own. With Mikah's shoulders pressed down Jacob makes the count.

1...

2...

NO! Mikah fires out! Getting up to her feet instantly the new comer to Sin City Wrestling don't seem impressed with her opponent, Cindy is pointing to her head as if to say she out smarted Mikah but Mikah isn't in the mood to be told this. Cindy tries to go for a lock up but Mikah has had enough and viciously plants her down with a The Mikahangelo. Mikah hooks the legs once again and Jacob makes the count.

1...

2...

3...

Ding, ding, ding,

Justin: Here is you winner..... Miiiiiikaaaaaaah




We cut back to the backstage area where we see the newly signed SCW superstar Andrew Watts. Watts is warming up for his match, already in his wrestling great as he reaches both of his arms in the air, stretching his upper back and shoulders out. Watts tugs the bottom of his white tanktop down, adjusting it a bit after the stretch. A knock is heard at the door, Watts continues to stretch as if he didn't hear the knock. A few seconds pass and another series of knocks are heard. Watts stands straight up from his stretch and shakes his head.

Watts: Who the hell is it???

Watts says to himself, walking over to the door, grabbing hold of the door handle, and pulling it open. Watts takes a step back, holding the door wide open. As the door is being held open, Gabriela Suarez, the newest manager of SCW comes strutting in the room, with a wide eyed smirk on her face. As she walks in the room, she turns around, stopping about in the center of the room, looking over at her client and smirks. Watts lets go of the door as it slowly shuts on it's own and he turns his attention over to Gabriela.

Watts: Need something?

He asks as he arches an eyebrow, leaning back against the shut door behind him. Gabriela looks at him, and tilts her head before speaking.

Gabriela: Well, I just figured I would come check on you before your match. I mean, what kind of manager would I be if I didn't come check on you?

She grins, looking at Watts as he pushes his back off of the door and takes a few steps around the locker room.

Watts: Thanks, I'm fine??? I've been doing this for years, I'm pretty good at my routine by now. Thanks for the concern though.

Watts says as he leans down, grabbing hold of his black and grey Adidas gym bag, unzipping it and digging into it for something.

Gabriela: Oh??? well I mean???

She walks over closer, putting her hands over her chest, looking at him. She rolls her eyes slightly as he's looking down, before speaking.

Gabriela: I know you've been doing this a while, but you asked me to be your manager, so as a manager, I think I should be out there tonight. I mean, it's pointless for me to just sit back here and watch???

She shoots him a glare as he stands up, holding his bag and tossing it onto a nearby table. Watts nods his head.

Watts: Yeah that's fine, I mean??? it would be a good experience for you to see how amazing I am from ringside anyway. Watching on the TV is overrated.

Watts smirks, as he reaches his arms back behind his back and pulls off his tanktop, tossing it into his bag as he stands straight up, only wearing his wrestling tights as he clears his throat. We notice Gabriela's eyes are locked on Watts' upper body.

Watts: Just make sure you don't mess up at all, don't get in my way, don't distract me??? there can't be any issues with us. It all has to be in my favor, got it?

Gabriela seems to be so focused on Watts' body, and not so much focused on anything he was saying. She doesn't reply and Watts gives her a strange look, snapping his fingers in her face as she regains attention.

Watts: Hey, you got it? Is that okay with you?

She quickly shakes her head before looking up at him nodding her head???

Gabriela: Sure, sure yeah no problem but..

She shoots her eyes up glaring at him in his, before taking her right hand and wrapping it around the hand that he snapped with, smirking as she speaks.

Gabriela: I know not to get in your way, you don't need to tell me. And on that same note, I'm not a dog, I'm a manager. Don't snap at me.

She grins before placing her hand down, putting her hands on her hips grinning and nodding her head.

Gabriela: Besides...I'm a smart girl. I don't do anything that??? isn't in my clients favor. You just have to wait and see.

Watts shrugs a shoulder.

Watts: Yeah, sure??? well, you ready then? It's almost time to head to the ring for my match.

Watts takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling as he pushes his hands together, cracking his knuckles, and then letting his arms fall to his sides as he looks down at the ground.

Gabriela: Yeah, I'm ready just???

She smirks before walking over to him, getting closer to him. She looks up at him, her body almost touching his before extending her arms up and running her fingers through his hair, messing it up a little bit. She smirks before dropping her hands, looking into his eyes, still extremely close to him.

Gabriela: Your hair looks sexier like that. You should keep it that way.

She smirks, before turning around looking at the wall. Watts takes a step back, running his hand back through his hair, back to his liking. He sort of gives her an awkward stare as he replies.

Watts: Uh??? yeah. You said you're ready? Let's get going then.

Watts turns around, walking towards the door as he grabs the handle, pulling it open and holding it open for Gabriela. She smiles, strutting past him before looking up at him, noticing his hair back. She shakes her head before repeating herself, messing it up again before smiling.

Gabriela: Now I'm ready.

She grins before strutting out of the room, her heels heard clicking on the ground. Watts shakes his head, still standing there holding the door even though Gabriela is already walking out in the hallway.

Watts: I'm going to kill this bitch???

Watts shakes his head, walking out of the locker room, slamming the door shut behind him as he walks towards Gabriela.




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 walk James Nathaniel Ringo and his ally J2H. Both men are wearing black suits with black open collar shirts underneath. The walk to the center of the stage and are met with thunderous boos. They both smile and then turn back towards the curtain and smile as Giani di Luca walks out wearing a matching suit and shirt and he has the Roulette title draped over his shoulder. They all shake hands and then stand side by side as the "Black Fist" logo comes up on the screen behind them. All three men 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.

They get to the steps and slowly step up. As they get into the ring Mr. JN Ringo walks over to Justin Decent and rips the microphone out of his hands.

Crowd: BOO!

Ringo: My name is...

He gets drowned out by the loud booing from the crowd which sets him off.

Ringo: Shut up! You don't have the right to speak when I am speaking. I told you that there would be a day of reckoning for Michael Hardy...the man you love as Equinox. I told you all that were not alone and none of you paid attention. Heed my words...we are one. We will not stop until our quest is done and nothing will stop us. Equinox was just the beginning.

Ringo turns ands hands the microphone to J2H.

J2H: I told you all from the second I returned that we were going to give credit back to a title with history, history I created when I had a legendary run as SCW roulette champion. I made it a title worth fighting for, only for you to ruin its legacy. Now the title is back where it belongs, back with people who will restore credibility to it. You must be the stupidest member on the roster Equinox, we played you from day one, we knew every move you was gonna make before you did. Thank you Equinox, thank you for showing that you truly are an idiot. Thank you for showing the fans that you are just as stupid as each and every one of them.

J2H turns and gives the microphone to Giani and the crowd begins to boo feverishly.

Giani: Hold up, hold up??? Look, bro??? I know ya mad cause I turned on that freak, Equinox two weeks ago, but gimme some fuckin' respect here and let me speak.

Instead of quieting down, the crowd only gets louder with their boos. Giani lets his mouth hang open for a second, licking at the inside of his cheek before slowly shaking his head from side to side.

Giani: Damn, I know it's been forever since I stood in front of a Las Vegas crowd, but is there somethin' in the water that makes these people retarded or somethin'? Good thing I only drink SmartWater???

Giani holds up his glistening bottle, label out for sponsorship purposes, before shaking it around to emphasize his point.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! SELL OUT! SELL OUT! SELL OUT!

Giani: SHUT YA FREAKIN' MOUTHS, YOU IDIOTS! I ain't gonna say it again, so listen up, and listen close douchebags. I had everybody and they motha askin' me why I did it. I told everyone that the answer would come on Climax Control, and to clue ya in, that's the program ya tuned in to right now. Ya asked for an answer, and I'm gonna give it to ya.

Mostly out of intrigue, the audience quiets down to a mere murmur. Giani wraps his right hand around his left wrist as he stands there, patiently waiting. After a moment, he slowly nods his head, a more serious look on his face.

Giani: It's cause I can! I'm Giani Di Freakin' Luca! The Italian Stallion!

Giani does a short lived gallop from one turnbuckle to the next. He leans over the turnbuckle, looking directly out into the crowd in a taunting manner.

Giani: I'm the King of Kings!

In a more stoic manner, Giani puffs his chest out and marches over to the next turnbuckle. He takes a few steps up onto the second rope where he flexes one arm, while holding the microphone up to his lips.

Giani: I'm??? the Reflection of Perfection! But in my absence, most of ya forgot about that. None of ya remembered the bad ass match where I nearly ruined my trademark face, for you! Awl of you! I won a championship for you, but soon as I take a break, ya move on and forget all about me. Ya showed me ya middle finger, but guess what, assholes? I showed ya mine at High Stakes 4, and guess whose is bigger?

Giani cracks a toothy grin, doing his trademark obnoxious laugh, letting it echo throughout the venue. He uses his thumb to point to himself, a la a half RVD. He steps down from the turnbuckle, tossing the microphone into the air, doing a 360 spin, and catching it. Once he catches it, he brings it back to his lips as he approaches the center of the ring.

Giani: So now that ya got ya answer, let's move on to the next question. Lemme play Rocky Big Tits for a second here. "Hey Giani, why did ya choose to join Ringo and J2H in Power?" Good question, but I only answer one question durin' an interview, toots. "But Giani, the fans???" IDGAF BITCH! ONE QUESTION! "One question isn't???" ONE! UNO! UN! EIN! SIN-GU-LAR! Jesus, this broad needs to learn how to take a hint, right?

Offering the booing crowd a toothy grin, Giani motions over his shoulder with his thumb as he shakes his head. He hands the microphone back to Ringo who steps in between Di Luca and J2H. All three men raise their left arms and hold a fist into the air as Ringo brings the microphone back up to his lips.

Ringo: You have witnessed only the beginning. At High Stakes IV it began...tonight it continues. You will all kneel before us. You will all kneel before???

EMF's "Unbelievable" suddenly blares across the stadium's sound system interrupting Ringo and the crowd ignites, standing on their feet and cheering while all eyes turn to the stage atop the entrance aisle!

"You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you"

Christian Underwood steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with loud cheers and fanfare by the capacity crowd as he pumps his fist and moves his body to the beat of the music!

Simone: Oh I think things are going to get interesting inside of that ring! The boss is here!

Adams: You don't think things were getting interesting before?

Simone: I had a better time at my last pap smear than I did listening to those three yahoos.

Christian stares ahead at the ring and the three men inside of it before he starts down towards the ring, slapping hands along the way! Arriving at the ringside area, Christian looks out around at the fans who are cheering for his appearance and slaps more hands the entire way around the ringside area.

"Seemingly lastless, don't mean
You can ask us
Pushing down the relative
Bringing out your higher self
Think of the fine times
Pushing down the better few
Instead of bringing out the clues
To want the world and everything your asked to
Brace yourself with the grace of ease
I know this world ain't what it seems
(What the fuck was that?)
(It's unbelievable)"

He smiles briefly before he then climbs up the steps and once on the ring apron. He pauses to look out to the fans before he turns his back and moves his backside to the music. Christian then turns around to face the members of Power Play, his face suddenly one of being 'all business', and he steps through the ropes inside of the ring.

Adams: Boy Power Play doesn't look too impressed, do they?

Simone: Those three loud mouths aren't impressed by anything that doesn't kiss their asses. They look more annoyed than impressed at their little ???celebration' having been interrupted.

Christian walks over towards the side of the ring where the timekeeper's table is set and he beckons for a house microphone. Justin Decent steps up from his seat and passes the SCW Co-Owner a mic and Christian accepts it, stepping back to face Giani, Mr. J.N. Ringo and J2H.

Christian: I hope you three aren't too upset with me over interrupting this little party, but I'm sure you'll understand. You see, I got a message from production that told me our ratings started to plummet the second your lips started flapping so I had to come out here and see if I could salvage this time slot.

Christian pauses as the crowd reacts positively towards the dig at the Power Play group, of which none of the three members appreciate the words coming from the boss. Christian continues...

Christian: Now, I know the three of you are feeling pretty proud of yourself for that little stunt you pulled. You know that you pulled a fast one on not just Equinox, but perhaps the entirety of Sin City Wrestling in regards to the Roulette Championship, that one right there.

Christian points a forefinger toward the championship belt that the members of Power Play are proudly displaying as a tandem. Giani, J2H and Mister J.N. Ringo each nod with a smug smile on their faces, acknowledging that yes indeed, they are proud of their recent accomplishment against former Roulette Champion, Equinox.

Christian: Now, for the record I don't think you fooled as many people as you might want to believe, Di Luca. History speaks for itself. Too many people remember the simple fact that you, at one point, were one-half of the Tag Team Champions with Micro Gangsta there...

Christian nods towards J2H, indicating he is referring to him. He looks at the former James Huntington-Hawkes III and addresses him.

Christian: And as far as you go little man, I won't lie. I can see you've changed more than anyone else I can think of in recent memory in these parts. Physically as well as inside of the ring.

J2H nods and jets his thumbs toward his chest while Ringo and Giani pat him on the back.

Christian: But to me, in my eyes? You're always going to be a spoiled little princess who doesn't have the wits about him for what's best for this business! That little stunt you three pulled in regards to the championship? That there is evidence enough to that fact, and that's the main reason I came out here. This whole business about Power Play jointly holding the Roulette Championship!

The Power Play members nod, but Christian shakes his own head in the negative.

Christian: Yeah? No. It doesn't quite work like that.

Adams: What does he mean? They did pin Equinox. So what's Christian talking about?

Simone: Well if you'd stop rambling, we might find out.

Christian turns to Giani and shakes his head.

Christian: First of all, Giani, and I hate to be the one to tell you this...

Christian looks upwards with a contemplative expression on his face, then shakes his head and looks back to the former Heavyweight Champion.

Christian: Actually, no. I'm very much looking forward to telling you this. Even if these two yahoos have a claim towards the championship title??? you, do not.

Giani frowns and grabs the belt and holds it up with one hand while pointing towards himself with the other!

Christian: Look! You can spew that verbal diarrhea all you like, but the simple fact is that the only two who have a claim towards the Roulette Championship, are those two beside you! So that little claim that you are now a Grand Slam Champion here in SCW?

Christian whistles quickly and jets a thumb over his shoulder.

Christian: Yeah! Out the window pal with that one!

The crowd cheers as Giani protests.

Giani: No way! I was involved in the decision! I pinned Equinox just like my boys here did!

J2H and Ringo nod in agreement and Christian rolls his eyes as if he's attempting to explain this to a child.

Christian: Yeah, you may have been involved in the pinfall decision, but you were NOT one of the challengers! You were Equinox's tag team partner! And if you want to get technical, it was J2H and Ringo there that actually covered Equinox. All you did was do a push up or two on your buddies' backs! I understand that you're not the sharpest knife in the drawer Di Luca, but you're going to have to sit back in a dark, quiet corner and try to contemplate the simple fact ??? YOU DIDN'T WIN THE DAMN CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd is cheering favorably at the argument against Giani's claim to the championship title, despite the fact that he is vehemently protesting what Christian is claiming. Taking the opportunity to ignore Di Luca's rant, Christian turns towards the two remaining members of Power Play.

Christian: Which brings me to the two of you, and the real reason for me being out here.

J2H: Oh good! We're finally going to find out why you're trying to be such a buzzkill and ruin our moment.

Christian: You think THAT was an example of me ruining a moment? Hm? Well then try this one on for size. I've done some thinking, and discussed things with Mark and Erik, and came to a little decision. You see, the whole ???Freebirds rule' thing has been done before. It has a certain charm, a certain style about it, and I can't deny that it has a place in the annals of professional wrestling.

Power Play nod in agreement.

Christian: ??? For tag teams.

The smiles on the faces of Giani, J.N. Ringo and J2H turn slowly to frowns as they glance towards one another before looking to Underwood who continues.

Christian: That title right there? Its not a tag team title, so it doesn't fall under the same category of the so-called ???Freebird Rule', so it can not be held and defended by more than a single individual. No handicap matches. No switching out at a moment's notice on who of you three, oh, excuse me. You two, on who will defend the belt at any given scheduled defense. There can be only one champion, so there is going to only be one champion.

Simone: I knew things were going to get interesting the moment Christian made himself known.

Adams: I don't think Power Play likes where this is headed.

Christian: So next week I decided we're going to have a special championship match for the one hundredth edition of Climax Control. We are going to see J2H...

He points at J2H, the moves his finger to point towards the man beside him.

Christian: ??? And Mister J.N. Ringo, one on one, against each other, to determine just which of them is the one and ONLY SCW Roulette Champion!

The crowd explodes in cheers as the three members of the stable before Christian shake their head no and begin to protest this decision!

Adams: Wow! J2H and Mister J.N. Ringo for the title!

Simone: And they do not like it! Two members of Power Play being forced to face each other to decide who is the true Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion!

J2H: What? I don't have to fight him! We won the title fair and square! You can't make me fight him! I know why you're doing this! You're jealous because we outsmarted you! Because we're wiser than you! Because we got one over on you!

J2H continues to protest a bit as Ringo tries to quiet him, and the rest of the arena, down.

Ringo: Hold on just a second there, Mr. Underwood. Who do you think you are coming out here and trying tell us what to do?

Christian: Umm??? your boss? The guy who books you? One of the guys who decides whether or not you can even step inside of the ring with another champion? One of the guys that signs your paycheck? That enough or do I need to continue?

Ringo lets out a quick burst of condescending laughter.

Ringo: I want you to ask yourself a question, Christian. As you stand a mere few feet away from true Power...do you really feel in charge? Do you really feel like a...like a boss?

Giani and J2H nod and pat Ringo on the back.

Christian bites his bottom lip which jets out, in mocking contemplation toward Ringo's question. He nods slowly and looks to them.

Christian: Yeah, yeah I actually do. You see, much like a neutered dog, you don't ???get it'. You can brag and boast and talk trash all you like, but what it all boils down to is the simple fact that you're not in charge! You compete inside of the ring when you're told, against whom you're told. And if I don't want you inside of this ring, it wouldn't exactly take much to have security toss all three of you out onto the curb on your bony butts! So you can lay off the little intimidation act, Ringo, because I've faced bigger and badder than any of the three of you. And the only ???Power' I'm experiencing inside of this ring has to do with the fact that one of you three has yet to learn the fine art of deodorant.

Ringo: Your childish insults reek of desperation and exposes how ignorant you really are of your surroundings. You remind me of a man I once knew. A man who believed he was "in charge"...that he held "power over me". He too had the ability to tell me where to go and when to be there. This made him somehow feel as if he had true "POWER" over me. You see that's the problem with people like him, and you, the illusion of power makes you believe you can do anything. That you can really CHANGE things. There is no intimidation act, Christian. If anything I am doing or saying is threatening you...than it is your insecurities that may be failing you. To you I say this???

Ringo takes a step closer to Underwood.

Ringo: You may be in "CHARGE" now...but enjoy it while it lasts.

Ringo smiles again in an extremely condescending manner

Christian: That's fine. If you want to puff up your chest and believe everything that you're saying, then by all means, bring it on! Nothing gets my blood pumping more than a cocky, arrogant, loud mouthed piece of work like you, strutting around like a total peacock, thinking he's all that with absolutely nobody to answer to! It makes me feel good because then all I have to do is sit back and watch him??? you ??? crash and burn when reality hits him right square in the face.

Now it is time for Christian to take that step closer towards Ringo.

Christian: The only illusion going on around here is the one where you think that somehow you're going to up and take control of SCW with the other two Stooges there. I've been in this business a little bit longer than you, and in control of SCW alongside of Mark, and we've watched how every time, those upstarts always ??? ALWAYS find themselves facing a hard, cold truth ??? that they are not, in fact, all that.

Christian takes a step back and shrugs.

Christian: But for now, that's neither here nor there. The simple fact is this; right here, right now, I am, in fact, your boss, and I am telling you how its going to be. You and J2H are not going to reign jointly as champion. You are going to face one another, and hopefully beat each other senseless so something gets through that thick skull of yours. Why? Because I said so. I am the boss. You, are an employee. And if you don't like it, you can simply hand that title over right here, right now, because this is just how it's going to be.

Again Ringo laughs in the face of his boss.

Ringo: You really don't get it do you, Christian? You see my brothers and I are prepared to do what is necessary. We are prepared, if required, to do battle with each other to accomplish our ultimate goal. To achieve what the three of us are planning on accomplishing, it may NEED to be done. But if you think for one small moment that this piece of metal and leather has any meaning to us???.then you are sadly mistaken. This title represents only one thing to us...the beginning of our quest. You are more than welcome to take it from us...but know that you can only have it back because we allowed it to happen.

Christian: Well then, on that note???

Christian steps up and grabs the championship belt in J2H's hands and promptly tears it out of his grasp!

Christian: As of this moment, consider the title vacant!

The crowd reacts with stunned silence before it begins to grow to cheers at the revelation that the title is no longer within the grasp of the members of Power Play!

Adams: Holy sh, er, shoot! Did you hear that!? Christian just stripped the roulette title from Power Play!

Simone: I heard it but I'm having trouble believing it! In the three year history of Sin City Wrestling, this marks the first time that the Roulette title has been declared vacant!

Christian slings the belt over his shoulder and faces down Ringo, Giani and J2H. His eyes shift towards Ringo and nods.

Christian: And you keep believing that this only happened because you??? allowed it to. Keep up that confidence, there, you hear me? You'll go places.

That being said, Christian turns and steps out through the ropes and to the apron. He climbs down the ring steps to the floor and makes his way back up the aisle, taking the SCW Roulette Championship belt with him as Power Play looks on. Ringo starts to clap for him as he walks up the aisle but Christian ignores him.




Cameras fade inside the locker room of the Chastain sisters. Blanca is the only one visibly seen as Zuri is tucked out of the camera's sight. They are talking about the last few weeks.

Blanca Chastain: Zuri, are you finally finished with Mercedes Vargas?

Zuri Chastain: I will be finished with her once I get that SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship away from her.

Blanca Chastain: Come on Zuri, you need to get over this. What more do you have to prove? You two are tied in wins and losses. No need to get yourself back on The Mean Girls radar. We are better than them in anyway.

The sound of a metal locker door echoes through the room but since you can't see Zuri no one knows who slammed it.

Zuri Chastain: I don't care. Mercedes needs to know that you can't fuck with me and you are wrong. I do have something left to prove. I failed Necra and I can't look her in the eye until I make this right.

Blanca Chastain: Necra isn't mad at you.

Zuri Chastain: I will feel better if I do this.

Blanca shakes her head as the sound of the metal locker door slamming shut echoes again. This time the camera zooms into see Zuri's mask lying on the bench but no one is standing there. The locker room door opens and shuts as Blanca sits down on the bench while the cameras cut back to ringside.




The bell rings as Justin Decent climbs inside of the ring, alongside referee Drew Patton.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it features two of the 'New Blood' signings to the Sin City Wrestling roster!

The SCW crowd is ready for the next fix of action. The speakers of the sound equipment begins to hum slightly before the crowd jumps as a multitude of voices cry out.

"HAIL HYDRO!"

The fans turn their attention to the ramp.

"P-P-P-P-Push it to the limit."

The trademark laugh of SCW's newest edition is heard.

"P-P-P-Push it to the limit."

The crowd looks toward the entrance way.

"P-P-P-Push it to the limit. Walk along the razor's edge. Don't look down just keep your head or you'll be finished."

Hydro springs out pass the thin block between the crowd and the backstage area before rolling out and to his feet. He stops for a moment and lets his appearance soak in.

"Open up the limit.. Past the point of no return. You've reached the top, but still you gotta learn how to keep it."

Justin: Introducing a man from New Orleans, Louisiana... He stands five foot ten and weighs in tonight at two-hundred pounds... He is SCW's own air man he is... HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDROOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He gives a big 'Up your's' to the crow before doing a standing front flip and making his slow decent toward the ringside area.

"P-P-P-Push it to the limit. P-P-P-Push it to the limit."

Once he reaches the ringside area Hydro jumps onto the apron and slingshots himself over the ropes, landing on a knee and posing with his head down and arms outstretched like an eagle in flight.

"P-P-P-Push it to the limit. P-P-Push it it to the limit."

Simone: That young man right there seems to be arrogance personified.

Adams: Well it makes sense! He is a member of the Players Club after all.

Simone: That proves nothing, Jason. Those three had yet to debut officially and they already seem to think that they're the saving grace of Sin City Wrestling!

Justin: Introducing Hydro's opponent...!

Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system, the arena instantly livens up as the crowd stand to their feet, some booing, some cheering, but all of them respecting. The arena lights slightly dim as an explosion of sparks and mini fireworks erupt at the top of the entrance ramp. As the explosion fades Andrew Watts comes walking down the entrance ramp, Gabriela walking at his side. Watts has a look of confidence on his face, Gabriela a snobby smirk. The two make their way down the entrance ramp, staring ahead at the ring.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Gabriela Maria Su??rez... from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 248 pounds??? The Outlaw, Andrew Watts!

Watts hops up onto the apron as Gabriela walks up the steel steps. Watts holds the ring ropes open for Gabriela as she enters through the bottom rope, Watts follows in through the middle rope. The couple walk to the center of the ring where Watts pauses for a second, looking down at the ground for a few seconds, Gabriela standing in front of him, staring straight at Watts. Watts head shoots up, looking at Gabriela, his right arm shooting into the air, his hand in the renegade formation(Kliq sign) as he stands like this for a few seconds, Gabriela runs her hand along the chest of Watts and then pats him on the cheek a couple of times. Watts smirks, his arm falling to his side as his music fades and Watts walks to a nearby corner, followed by Gabriela.

Simone: Andrew Watts comes to us with a lot of credentials from his time before he signed on the dotted line with us. He has a championship record that seems to go on forever.

Adams: Makes you wonder how long it'll take before he adds some SCW gold onto his resume, doesn't it?

Simone: To hear Watts speak of it, not very long, but SCW has got some of the toughest competition on the circuit today. Many times we've had so-called top tier stars show up, thinking they're all that...

Adams: Only to crash and burn when they find out we da shi...

Simone: Jason...

Drew finishes checking Hydro and approaches Andrew in the neutral corner when Gabriela steps in the official's way and begins speaking to him in Spanish, shaking her finger at him.

Simone: If I didn't know any better, I'd say Gabriela is explaining the rules to referee Drew Patton ... in Spanish?

Adams: Well we are taking about Drew. Maybe he'll understand the rules better in her Spanish than his own English.

Only once Gabriela finishes dressing down the referee does she step aside and allow Drew to check her man. Once finished, Andrew holds the ropes for his manager to make her exit -- when Hydro charges from across the ring and he leaps, crushing Watts in the corner with a flying Avalanche splash! Drew has little choice BUT to call for the opening bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Hydro immediately rolls Watts up into a reverse cradle and grabs a handful of tights for added measure!

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Andrew kicks out!

Adams: Oh boy would THAT have been embarrassing!

Simone: And even with the tights Hydro couldn't keep Watts's shoulders down for the count! This one is a LONG way from being over!

Hydro grabs a hold of Watts and drags him up and heaves him roughly back into the near corner where he immediately unloads on him with a heavy barrage of forearm smashes, refusing to ease up, even under the direct order of the official! Drew starts to count ...

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But Hydro stops his assault for just long enough to break the referee's count, and then he drives a knee into Watts, and then begins the forearm assault again, until Andrew loses his footing and collapses onto his backside in the corner and Hydro starts to stomp down onto his opponent without mercy, and then presses a boot to his throat, choking him as Drew again starts to count!

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Hydro breaks before he can be disqualified and backs off with an arrogant smirk as Drew warns him about the rule breaking. Hydro then turns his back on the official and holds his arms out to the fans who react only with jeers and boos.

Simone: That guy has the kind of smug face you just want to slap the taste out of.

Andrew uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Hydro turns around and charges him -- but Watts pulls the top rope down and Hydro sails right over the ropes and holds on, landing on the apron! Hydro pulls himself up, only to have Andrew connect with a one leg dropkick that sends his opponent sailing off of the apron and crashing into the ringside barricade!

Adams: Well it looks like THAT wiped the smile off of his face!

Simone: And Andrew's not going out after him!

Adams: I'm surprised!

Simone: I'm not. He probably wants to get his head back in this one after that initial assault by Hydro.

Hydro holds his ribs in pain as he staggers from against the barricade and he spots Watts inside of the ring, lounging quite leisurely in the corner, waiting for him. Hydro starts to climb the steps and points toward Andrew, demanding that Drew keep him back! Drew warns Andrew back as Hydro slowly climbs up the steps and onto the apron. He begins to step through the ropes when Watts breaks away from the referee and rushes toward his opponent! Hydro sees him coming and drives a shoulder into his stomach, doubling him over. Hydro then catapults himself up and over Andrew for a sunset flip, but Watts counters this by dropping his knees onto Hydro's shoulders and grabs the ropes!

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Drew sees Andrew holding the ropes and stops the count!

Adams: Heyy! Whaddya know? Drew finally got those contacts! He can see!

Simon: And both of these men are showing they are not unwilling to bend a rule or two to walk away the winner!

Andrew lets go of the middle rope but before Drew can resume his count, Hydro uses his legs to sunset flip Watts into his own cover!

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but Watts kicks out in return!

Both men rise to their feet but before Hydro can follow up, Watts raises a hand in an open invitation. Hydro looks out to the fans and shakes his head in mock disbelief before he steps up, pointing a finger at Watts and then toward himself inquiringly.

Adams: I don't think he believes Andrew Watts really wants to do this.

Simone: How pompous can he be? Last I checked, Watts has him outweighed by almost fifty pounds.

Adams: And Hydro still thinks he can beat him? Wow. Just... wow.

Hydro raises a hand and interlocks his fingers with that of Watts, and then the two men start to link the fingers of their free hands -- when Hydro delivers a hard kick to Watts's stomach, taking him down to his knees. Hydro smiles and nods, taunting Watts.

Simone: Will you check it out? He's acting like he won the test of strength legit!

Andrew winces at his wrists being bent back at such an angle as Hydro pours the pressure on, but Watts quickly rolls back out of the hold, turning Hydro's grip inside out, forcing him to his knees as Andrew stands upright over him. Andrew then lashes out a boot to Hydro's exposed chest, knocking him back to the mat. Watts drags him quickly to his feet and fires him off into the ropes with an Irish whip and lays him out with a spinning wheel kick! Andrew pulls him up again and drives him face-first into the corner. Andrew turns him around and starts to throw lefts and rights into Hydro's face as Hydro attempts to shield himself with his hands and forearms.

Simone: Andrew Watts is getting some payback on Hydro for that earlier assault in the corner.

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Andrew breaks up the melee at the count of four and goes to send Hydro into the far corner with an Irish whip but Hydro holds on and reverses it. Hydro charges right in after him but Watts leapfrogs up and over him, grabbing him in a rear waistlock from behind. He tries to take him over with a suplex but Hydro blocks it, then ducks down and grabs Andrew's foot, sweeping his legs out from under him. Andrew answers this by planting a boot into Hydro's backside and shoves him off, sending Hydro crashing into the corner!

Simone: We're seeing an example of the advantage in strength that Andrew Watts has right there.

Adams: I hope Hydro has a taste for turnbuckle padding but right now he's got a mouthful of it.

Hydro staggers back from the corner and slowly turns around, and Andrew grabs him around the upper body and brings him over with a belly to belly suplex into an immediate cover!

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Hydro kicks out!

Andrew is all over him, following up immediately by scooping the smaller man up and driving him hard into the mat with a scoop slam. Andrew then uses the ropes for momentum, springing off of them and he drops a leg down across Hydro's head and neck. Gabriela smiles and applauds as Andrew covers him a second time, this time hooking the near leg.

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Hydro manages to kick out again.

Andrew looks up at Drew as Gabriel protests from the outside, demanding a faster count. Andrew stands up and he starts to lay in the boots to the prone form of Hydro!

Adams: Boy now that Andrew has control, he's not easing up!

Simone: Which is very smart on his part and an example of why he has such a string of championships on his resume. He knows Hydro has a clear advantage in speed and aerial ability and if he lets Hydro leave his feet, it could be disastrous.

Andrew pulls Hydro to his feet and sends him into the far corner, then runs in and jumps, laying his opponent out with a heavy impact clothesline with nowhere else to go! Hydro sinks down to the canvas and Andrew pulls his legs out from under him completely and turns him over into an Inverted Kneeling Sharpshooter

Simone: He calls that the Lockdown! If he gets Hydro to tap, Hydro will never live it down with as big an ego as he has shown us!

Adams: But Hydro's not tapping! He's trying to get out of it!

Indeed he is as Hydro is yelling in pain, but refusing to give Andrew the satisfaction of forcing him to tap out in his official SCW debut! Hydro struggles and reaches for the ropes, but can not quite get there! Hydro props himself up on his forearms to try to elevate some of the pressure and uses his forearms to drag himself closer, and he reaches out... but Gabriela pulls the ropes AWAY from Hydro's reach!

Simone: Oh that bi...!

Adams: Don't finish that thought!

Drew stands up and admonishes Gabriela about her actions but she backs away quickly with her hands held up, acting innocent!

Adams: Who the hell does she think she's fooling!? She did it right in front of Drew!

Simone: And Andrew Watts is answering for it too! Drew is forcing the break!

Andrew shakes his head no, refusing, but Drew starts to count against him...!

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And Andrew curses and lets go of his opponent!

Watts drags him to his feet and plants Hydro down with a second scoop slam. Andrew then smiles out at the crowd and gives the jeering fans a signal before he begins to ascend.

Simone: This doesn't look good for Hydro.

Adams: I bet it's going to feel even worse!

Andrew looks down at Hydro like a vulture watches prey and he jumps, going for a diving guillotine leg drop -- but Hydro rolls out of the way and Watts crashes down onto his tail bone!

Adams: Someone PLEASE tell me the medics remembered the donut pillows!

Gabriela is horrified, her hands over her mouth, as Andrew staggers to his feet, bowl legged and his face contorted in agony! Hydro gets to his feet and quickly grabs Watts around the waist and hits a German suplex, rolling through into a cradle pin!

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Andrew gets his shoulder up!

Hydro goes right to work, regaining control of the match and he pulls Watts to his feet and sends him into the near corner with a short-arm Irish whip! Hydro then gets a running start and jumps into the corner, pinning Watts in with a Koronco Buster! Hydro throws a hard right hard into Andrew's unprotected face, then rolls back and kips up, bringing Watts from out of the corner with a monkey flip!

Adams: And his butt just bounced off of the mat for the second time! Buy that fella some Ben Gay! And I don't mean that wrestler who competed in the Dark match before tonight's show!

Andrew stumbles to his feet and a recovering hydro jumps up onto him and brings him back over with a reverse Frankensteiner!

Simone: Oh now even I have to admit that that was a nice move!

Hydro lounges back across Andrew's upper body in an extremely arrogant cover!

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Andrew pulls Hydro back over into a Crucifix cradle!

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Hydro gets his shoulder up!

Before Hydro can attempt a counter, Watts quickly digs his fingers into his eyes and gouges him! Drew admonishes him but Watts ignores the official and he goes for an Irish whip but Hydro manages to reverse it and he catches Watts with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Hydro then signals to the crowd, feeling that this one is all over, and he starts to go up top!

Adams: Uh oh! Look who's here!

The camera picks up the arrival of Chris Shipman at ringside!

Simone: And Hydro has no idea he's even out there!

Hydro jumps from the top turnbuckle, landing right on the prone Andrew watts with the Hydrolics!

Simone: What a move!

Hydro jumps to his feet and turns around...

Adams: Oh he sees Shipman now!

Hydro jumps up, now all cocky and smiles at Shipman, beckoning him to get into the ring! Hydro then sits on the middle rope, holding the ropes for Shipman invitingly!

Simone: What the hell is that idiot doing!? He has Andrew Watts down! Forget about Shipman! Cover him!

Hydro holds his arms out, taunting Shipman! He then turns back around...

Simone: I guess he finally remembered he has a match going on!

And Watts nails him from out of nowhere with the Highlight! Andrew immediately covers him!

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The bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner ... ANDREW WATTS!

The crowd boos as a jubilant Gabriela climbs into the ring and shoos Drew away so that she can raise Andrew's arm in victory! Shipman's eyes never stray from Hydro as the Player's Club member slowly rolls from the ring while Shipman himself chuckles maniacally, backing up the aisle!

Simone: Andrew Watts comes away with the win here tonight, but it is painfully clear that Shipman did not forget about that mass attack on him by the player's Club at High Stakes IV! He just got his revenge and he did it in the most humiliating way!

Adams: Yeah! He cost Hydro his match in his debut! There's no going back on that one! No do overs!

Simone: One has to wonder if the Player's Club is going to regret their decision to target the Sins after what we just witnessed! Your winner, Andrew Watts!

The camera closes out as Andrew and Gabriela continue to celebrate inside of the ring!




The Tron flickers on to a picture of Mercedes Vargas, Delia Darling, Veronica Taylor, and Angelica standing closely together with warm smiles on their faces, and the "Mean Girls" logo behind them. The fans boo, but the sound of their disapproval is soon drowned out by lively Flamenco music that seems inviting. The image fades out to show, in bright white cursive lettering against a black background, the word "Family". A soft white light segways us to a scene of Mercedes sitting at a dinner table surrounded by her parents, grandparents, older brother, cousin, and other relatives as they are happy and laughing and enjoying a good meal. A voiceover of Mercedes comes up as the scene continues to play out, her thick Hispanic accent coming across. Spanish translation follows as she speaks.

Mercedes: I'm not just a model and an actress. I'm an actual person, just like you??? I'm all about family???

Mercedes nods along to a joke her father told and laughs along with the rest of her family. Mercedes turns and smiles warmly into the camera before the screen fades to another black screen with another word written??? "Fun".

Mercedes: Life is all about what you make it. I like to work and play hard.

The camera does a full 180 and we see over the shoulder. Mercedes can be seen at the carnival fairgrounds in a competitive game of skeeball against a little girl, about age ten. The results almost seemed unfair as Mercedes kept winning each time. Feeling sorry for the girl, the game attendant hands her a teddy bear, but just as she reached out of it, Mercedes swipes it away, then points and laughs at her as the girl runs away in tears. Mercedes looks back over to the camera with another warm smile.

Mercedes: I'm not only successful, but thoughtful and very generous. Taking time out for others and sharing what I've learned makes me feel as if I'm making a difference. Passionate. Energetic...

The word "Charming" comes over the screen before we fade in to see a montage of Mercedes sitting across from three eager female wrestling trainees and sharing her knowledge about wrestling inside a small, modest gym, then leading a choir during a practice run, standing before a podium during a Q-and-A session for some charity, and speaking during a Mean Girls seminar using a PowerPoint presentation.

Mercedes: What can I say? I like to do what I can. See, this is why I can have nice things. More people like me should be in this world, it would be a better place to live in. Who knows, you might even a learn a thing or two...

We pan in to see Mercedes holding on to a Starbucks beverage while sitting in a chair, one leg crossed over the other, as four other fashionable ladies standing around her, their identities obvious despite the lack of a major "reveal". She is wearing a sleeveless white dress paired with black open toed shoes. A diamond pendent and bangles completes the look. Mercedes winks at the camera, then smiles broadly.

Mercedes: I'm not just the Bombshell Roulette Champion??? I'm Mercedes Vargas, and???

The camera pans out to reveal the fashionably dressed ladies as??? *GASP!* The Mean Girls! Veronica, Angelica, and Delia all stand closely in the shot, their hands placed on the back of the seat Mercedes is sitting in. Standing to her feet, she joins the group placing her hand on top of the others before the foursome cheers, "Mean Girls!"

Mercedes: ??? and I am a Mean Girl.

Male Voiceover: This message has been brought to you by Davenport Consulting, in conjunction with Mean Girls Incorporated???

The Mean Girls share some friendly, innocent banter together as the screen ends in a freeze frame and slowly fades back out, still taking in the boos from the audience in attendance for the evening.

Simone: Another week of this nonsense? I'm just done???

Adams: Have a heart, Bindy. These vignettes are showing the Mean Girls in a new light.

Simone: Give me a break???




The SCW cameras pick up a young woman skipping out of the Christian Underwood's office. Her smile pushes her cheeks up to her eyes. Her lilac dress dances as she bounces her feet across the floor and her golden locks of hair prance on the top of her tiny shoulders.

Backstage Security: Excuse me, Miss. You're not supposed to be back here.

Her large orbish eyes look up at the security guard, who towers over her.

Mimi Winters: Hi, my name is Mimi.

Backstage Security: Hello Mimi, it's nice to meet you. Do you have clearan--

She leans up on to her tip toes and plants a kiss on his cheek.

Mimi Winters: It's a pleasure to meet you, too. I just came from the big guy's office, and he totes said I was allowed back here. We can go to his office together, if you'd like?

Backstage Security: I, uh???

Mimi Winters: I wouldn't be back here if I wasn't allowed, would I? Go check with Christian if you want. Someone as adorbs as me isn't going to lie to a big hunk like you.

Before the security guard can gather his thoughts, Mimi skips along past him and down the hall.




The camera cuts to a satellite feed that shows a dreary background. The crowds begin a slow chant of boring as no one appears for a moment.

Simone: Looks like someone has something to say.

Adams: I wonder who it could be that isn't here.

On the video feed, motions are seen as someone steps into the view. As they settle down, the fans begin to chant and applaud as Vixen's face is focused in the image.

Simone: It looks like Vixen hasn't forgotten SCW.

Adams: Shh, my goddess is about to speak

Vixen smiles as if she can hear the sounds of the fans. Coughing slightly, she leans slightly forward, her head tilting to the right.

Vixen: Have you missed me?

The screaming fans begin to chant yes!

Vixen: I wanted to tell you that I miss you too. I am finally coming back from the very bad morning sickness I have been suffering. I feel almost one hundred percent now and ready to face whatever comes along. Right now it is staying healthy during this pregnancy and having family time with Spike and Eden and Timmy???

Pausing for only a second, Vixen brushes her curls back over her shoulder.

Vixen: As you can guess, there is a but. And that is that I have been watching SCW and shaking my head at the antics of the Mean Girls and the saga of the mole. Really all I have been thinking is that Delia needs to be put in her place. I was glad to see Misty do that but thanks to Mark Ward and the "instant replay" effect, she still is the Bombshells champion. Bravo.

Vixen claps slowly, the smile fading.

Vixen: But still, Delia hasn't achieved what some may say is the success she deserves, like the success enjoyed by Misty herself, or yours truly. And that is why I am here???well via satellite. I am laying down the challenge now for Delia.

Simone: Vixen's pregnant, she won't be able to face Delia???Spike won't let her.

Vixen: Right now, I can't face you like I want so my challenge to you Delia is to hold onto that title. My challenge is a little more of a struggle for you dearie. I want you to be holding the title when I get back. I want you to be the one that I take my rematch with for the title and become the first ever four time champion. Think you can do that Delia?

Adams: Oooo I love it when she talks all forceful like

Simone: You just love it when she talks.

Vixen steeples her fingers against her lips when from behind her, the sound of Spike's voice is heard telling her to come on and watch the movie and Eden pipes up with the opening bars of "Let it Go". With a smile and a wave, Vixen makes it to her feet only to lean into the camera's view.

Vixen: So would love to stay and chat however, family calls. Think about what I said Delia???why don't you make my dreams a reality if you can!

With that, the feed goes to a blank wall then fades to snow.




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Iiiiiiiintroducing first, from FoShan, China, standing at 5 feet 5 inches, and weighing in at 115 pounds, she is??? ORRRRRRRRRCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!

Orchid's theme song starts to play we see Orchid walking down the ramp. She gets half way down and pauses. She bows and then proceeds to walk to ringside. She jumps get land on the apron. She puts her hands on the ropes and flips over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see Orchid bowing to the fans.

Justin Decent: Aaaaaaaand her opponent??? hailing from Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is??? DESIRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE DRRRRRRRRRRRRRAKE!!!

"Lemonade" by Danity Kane fills the arena as the camera pans from the announce table to the stage where Desiree Drake walks out from behind the curtain. Desi turns around with her back facing the crowd, bends over, and pushes herself back up bringing her hands to her hair and flipping it. Desiree turns back around facing the crowd and begins to walk down the ramp. Drake reaches the end of the ramp as she begins to walk the aisle with purple and pink lights flashing down the aisle she walks down staring at the ring not looking at a single soul in the arena Desiree runs up the steel stairs and holds onto the top rope. She walks to the middle of the apron and puts both hands on the top rope and turns her back to the ring so she is facing the stage. Then, she takes her head and whips her hair around once and then another time and then begins to sway her hips holding on to the top rope and going down lower and lower then comes back up and gets in the ring through the middle rope. Desiree gets into the ring and goes to the turnbuckle ascends to the second rope and brings her hands up in the air and then puts them back down and descends the turnbuckle and walks to the center of the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Desiree Drake has come to SCW with a reputation, but one has to wonder if that's a good thing or not.

Adams: Who cares? Both women look extremely hot tonight. I'm liking all of these new Bombshells, and Orchid is always a pleasant surprise.

Simone: I should have expected something like that coming from you.

The two ladies circle each other as the rugged Orchid almost seems to be using her movements to goad the resident tickle cutie. The crowd starts an FoShan chant throughout as Orchid fist pumps to keep the support coming. As she does this, Desiree tries to take advantage by charging Orchid with a clothesline. Orchid sees this coming and she ducks the move and connects with an elbow to Desiree's face. She immediately nails a dropkick to the small of Desiree's back. As Desiree falls down, Orchid goes for a standing moonsault. Desiree rolls out of the way at the last possible second and Orchid lands on her back. Desiree crawls on top of Orchid and begins laying in punch after punch on the punk rock bombshell.

Simone: Desiree Drake is on fire to start this contest off. I can only imagine what she has in store for Orchid!

Adams: I can only imagine what kind of reaction these ladies are going to draw from the audience with this match.

As Desiree hammers away at Orchid, she receives an elbow to the face. As she is stunned, Orchid hammers another elbow and another until she shoves Desiree off of her. Orchid takes a few steps back and as Desiree lunges at her, growling in frustration, Orchid sidesteps her. She falls with her neck across the bottom rope. Orchid takes a moment to assess the damage and then she leaps over the top rope with a guillotine leg drop. Orchid stops and poses before standing back up. She gets the SCW chant going once again. The crowd goes wild as Orchid rolls back inside.

Simone: Orchid quickly stole this match away from Desiree Drake, and the fans are very thankful for that.

Adams: I wouldn't count her out just yet. Desiree Drake has what it takes to be a solid champion here in SCW

Orchid 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. Desiree pulls herself up, and as Orchid holds her back in pain, Desiree gets a kick to the gut. She begins shouting at Orchid as the crowd boos. Desiree turns around and screams at them before returning her attention back to Orchid. Desiree grabs her in a headlock and raises her up to a standing position. She taunts the audience, shouting out at them before she runs forward with a Running Bulldog. She drops down to her knees quickly for the cover.

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

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

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

Simone: As much as I can't stand Desiree Drake's attitude, I have to agree with you there, Jason. Both ladies are putting on one helluva show.

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

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Desiree musters up the strength to reverse the pin again. She looks over to the referee and then she grabs onto the middle rope for leverage.

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Jacob Summers catches on to what Desiree is doing and he stops the count to scold her. She lets go of the rope and shouts at him to do his job. Begrudgingly, he drops down to initiate the count, but Orchid rolls backward. She is quick with it, making sure to dash back over toward Desiree before she can even get up. She connects with a Shining Wizard that sends the audience into a frenzy. Orchid stands up and looks down at Desiree. Her somewhat bubbly persona has faded quite a bit as she picks Desiree up by the hair. She begins smashing Desiree's face into the mat. The audience seems shocked by the display, but not upset by it at all. Orchid stops and then she stands up. She motions for Desiree to get up. As she does, Orchid plants a foot to Desiree's gut and then she hits a Tiltawhirl DDT on the young model.

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

Simone: This one looks to be over. Orchid is ready to prove her dominance over Desiree Drake right here, right now...

Orchid climbs to the top rope, and she looks all around her, taking in the cheers. She turns around after looking at the laid out Desiree Drake. Her eyes flash fiery passion before she dives off of the turnbuckle with a picture perfect Moonsault! The audience cheers as Orchid hooks the leg. They count along with Jacob Summers.

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

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

Desiree stuns the audience by kicking out. Orchid grabs onto her head and then she slowly rises up from the mat. The crowd boos when Desiree rakes at Orchid's eyes furiously. Orchid grabs onto her own face as Desiree wraps an arm around her neck. She flips her over with a Snap Suplex, shaking the ring. She takes a few steps back and mouths at Orchid to get up. As she slowly does, Desiree goes for a low kick, but Orchid catches it as she finishes standing up. She sends Desiree spinning around, but she is surprised when Desiree hits a Dragon Screw Kick to her head, knocking her back down to the mat. With a hair flip, Desiree rolls her eyes, clearly bored with her opponent now. She waits for the right opportunity, hitting a Diamond Dust, affectionately known as Desi-fied! She drops down quickly over Orchid as Jacob Summers gets the count going!

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3!

Justin Decent And your winner... DESIREE DRAKE!!!

Desiree stands up as "Lemonade" begins playing. She makes it look like it was no big deal as she slowly walks around the ring, letting everyone know that she means business. She points down to Orchid, nodding her head before picking her opponent up on her shoulders with a Sit Out Torture Rack. She keeps it locked in for a second for emphasis before finishing it off. The crowd boos her, but she clearly doesn't care. She looks down at Orchid and then walks over to the ropes, exiting the ring.




The confines of the UAW hall were quite cramped backstage. Much different from anything Caleb Houston has every dealt with before. Yet, he took in his surroundings with a smile. Since turning over a new leaf Caleb has noted a change of direction in his life. For once he actually looked presentable. His hair was neatly trimmed, and his beard was gone. The jeans, and black t-shirt were clean all in all he looked happy. He nodded to a few of the SCW staff members as he made his way through the locker room area. He had a one track mind, and right now he was focused on finding Bruce Evans. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Bruce, and slowly made his way over to him.

Caleb: Hey Brucie. How are you?

Caleb asked him. Smiling from ear to ear. The smile wasn't genuine, and looked absolutely forced. It quickly dissipated as he wasn't greeted as he had hoped he would be.

Bruce: I'm busy, leave a note with my secretary!

Caleb looked around confused. He didn't see anyone else standing around Bruce. Caleb rubbed the back of his neck lightly.

Caleb: I didn't even know you had a secretary. That is information I would've liked a little while ago. I hope I made enough.

Caleb said with a cocky smile on his face.

Bruce: I don't want anything a foolish American made. That, like your country, is beneath me.

Caleb: No trust me. You're going to love this. I did a little bit of research on you, and I found out you had a bit of a sweet tooth. I guess that goes hand in hand with being Canadian and all I mean you guys invented the most delicious breakfast food topping.

Caleb said as he held up his right hand his index finger extended. Signaling Bruce to hang on for one second. Quickly turning on his heel Caleb made his way over to where his gym bag was sitting. He opened the top of it, and gently pulled out a silver tin tray which was covered in a clear wrap. When he packed it up Caleb had forgotten that JT had decided he wanted to try some the other night, and a corner piece was missing. Shrugging it off he carried the tray back over to Bruce.

Bruce: I guess you don't listen do you. I told you I didn't want anything from you.

Caleb looking dejected turned his focus down to the tray he was holding in his hands. Not taking Bruce word for anything he extended the tray out to him.

Caleb: It's brownies. Not as good as maple syrup, but it's something. I told JT not to eat any of them, but he still felt the need to taste test before I gave you them. Sorry there is a little missing. Hopefully you don't care too much.

Bruce groaned a bit as he looked down at the brownies. Oddly enough they looked almost perfect. As if Caleb was some sort of professional baker. He figured there was no harm in trying these as he saw that a piece had been eaten, and JT wasn't dead. So it obviously wasn't poisoned.

Bruce: What are you even after here kid?

Caleb: Nothing. No reason. I guess this is my way of saying sorry for being such a dick to you, and your country since I joined SCW. Just wanted to make sure you didn't hate me. I mean we're going to be around each other a lot since we're both employed here. Not like we have anywhere to hide if the locker rooms continue to be this small.

As Caleb was waiting for Bruce to reply both of the males were cut off by a female voice.

Melody: Do you two ever stop complaining?

Caleb turned back to see Melody looking at him with her hands on her hips, her right foot tapping the concrete.

Caleb: I wasn't... I was just stating that the locker rooms are tiny.

Melody: Well considering how "tiny" this place is, you think I would have found JT by now... but alas, I come up empty handed.

Caleb: Oh, you're looking for JT? I think I can help you with that... I'll go let me know what you're looking for him. Wait right here.

Melody smiles and nods as Caleb takes off to go get JT, turning to her right she see Bruce and instantly cringes.

Melody: WAIT FOR ME CALEB!!!

As Melody goes to step away Bruce steps in front of her cutting her off.

Bruce: Where are you going?

Melody: Away from you, you big meanie head.

Bruce: Let me make it up to you Melody... here have a brownie... Caleb gave them to me, but I don't eat them.

Melody looked at the tray of brownies and couldn't hold back her sweet tooth, she wanted one, of course she did.

Bruce: Let's just say I'm sorry and I hope this can fix things.

Looking down at her evilly Bruce looked her up and down as Melody reached down and took a brownie. Bruce waited for Melody to take a bite but the petite blonde wasn't interested in eating it in front of him.

Bruce: What's wrong Melly?

Turning back to Bruce, Mel just faked a smile.

Melody: A true lady never eats a brownie in front of a Canadian.

Bruce: What? That's not even a real... oh, forgive me Melody... well enjoy.

Bruce took his leave but didn't wander off to far as Melody just looked down at the chocolaty goodness in her hands. Looking around she noticed that the coast was clear, bringing the brownie up towards her mouth she went to take a bite but she was tackled to the ground before she could do so. The cameras zoom down the floor showing Stoner Scott Oliver had stolen Melody's brownie and eaten in one bite while Melody looked as if she was going to cry.

Stoner: Sorry for knocking you over little lady, but that brownie was a bad brownie... I couldn't let it touch our lips.

Scott got back up to his feet and pulled up Melody, helping her dust off he smiled up at her with blood shot eyes.

Stoner: You should let me interview you some time.

Melody: You ate my brownie.

Mel looked at him upset, a look on a girl's face that Scott couldn't handle.

Stoner: It was a hash brownie, I saved your life...

Melody's mouth dropped open in fury.

Melody: That little....

Before she could finish the scene faded leaving Stoner with a confused, sad and angry Melody.




The cameras open up backstage, just outside the dressing rooms set aside for the Seven Deadly Sins. Rage's voice can be heard from inside the room, and as the cameras zoom in to get a closer look, we see that the big man isn't alone, but he's with a face unfamiliar to SCW cameras. A younger gentleman, several inches shorter than Rage with darker hair, stands next to him. Side by side the two look very similar in facial features and over all stature, but the younger man has a hesitant look on his face. Rage looks at him, then at the door impatiently.

Rage: Phillip, just try to relax, would you? If anyone should be nervous right now it's me, because Synn is the only one who knows I brought you here.

The younger man, now identified as Rage's younger brother, Phillip, just has his arms folded across his chest.

Phillip: You didn't even have to bring me here, you know. I would have been fine hanging out back at your place???

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: Bullshit you would have. You think I'd be stupid enough to leave you alone after everything that happened? Just sit down and let me handle things when they get here.

Phillip shrugs but does as Rage tells him. He sits in a chair nearby and they don't have to wait too long as the door opens more and the Sin of Envy herself is the first to walk inside. She stops in the doorway, frozen as she spots Phillip seated in a chair. She points to him, then looks at Rage with a baffled look on her face.

Kittie: What the HELL is he doing here?

Phillip goes to respond to Kittie, but Rage turns around and gives him a warning glare.

Rage: Shut up, Phil???

He turns back to face Kittie who is staring at him, waiting for him to answer.

Rage: Look, it's a long story. One I'll explain later so just save the questions until then. All you need to know is that he's here, and he's not going anywhere.

Kittie: Fuck, Rage???tell me you didn't kidnap him or some shit?

Phillip lets out an amused laugh and Rage and Kittie both look at him with raised eyebrows. He holds his hands up and quiets down, leaving Rage to answer that question.

Rage: Hell no, I didn't. That's more up Misty's and Electra's sleeves, remember?

Kittie: Okay, then you mind telling me how he's here of his own free will? Because need I remind you last time I saw him, he treated you like shit and the two of you clearly wanted to kill each other.

Before Rage has a chance to answer that question, Synn is heard clearing his throat behind her. They turn their attention to the doorway, where Synn and the others are now standing. All eyes are on Phillip across the room, equally curious as to what Rage's little brother is doing here.

Synn: Let's just say he needed a little persuading to come here on his own accord. I think he made the right decision.

Kittie: You knew about this?

Synn nods.

Rage: For fuck's sake, guys???Can I explain everything later? It hasn't been the easiest week and we've got shit to do.

The rest of the Sins pile their way into the dressing room, crowding around Phillip curiously. He stands up from the seat, awkwardly looking around the room at his brother's family. He's unable to speak a word and Rage just turns and looks at him.

Rage: Don't say I didn't warn ya???

Phillip manages to crack a smile as the Sins begin introducing themselves. Despayre, however, bombards his way through the group, eager to ask as many questions as he can. Meanwhile Kittie walks over to Rage, standing next to him. She folds her arms and stares at him, but he shakes his head, refusing to get into this at the moment.




Backstage a man can be seen lounging around with a bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. A cameraman comes strolling by and is stopped by the hand holding the bottle. With a smirk, Connor Murphy jumps off the equipment box that was his seat and puts the arm with the bottle around the neck of the cameraman.

Connor Murphy: Look at ya. Just the boyo I was looking for. It seems to me that I haven't been seen much by the likes of you and your friends. It hurts ya know.

The cameraman shoots him a look of surprise then looks around at the small crowd that is gathering.

Connor Murphy: Don't be afraid man, that isn't what I am on about. I just was wantin' to send a message out to the fans here in SCW.

Connor takes a slow pull from the cigarette and lets the smoke billow around their heads as he leans close to the cameraman.

Connor Murphy: I want you to be the first to know that Connor Murphy is back in SCW!

The screaming fans begin to chant yes as the cameraman shrugs at that comment.

Connor Murphy: I was gone but now I am back and I am pretty sure there are some bombshells that might be getting some Irish on if you get my meaning. But first things first, gotta get me a match or something don't you think. So who does one have to jump on to get me a match?

The cameraman mentions the name Christian and Connor ducks his head with a chuckle.

Connor Murphy: Maybe I'll just try my luck with askin' Erik Staggs???

With that, Connor slaps the cameraman on the chest and turns to walk away but not before handing the bottle to the cameraman and sliding the cigarette inside to be extinguished. Connor waves as the cameraman looks into the bottle in disgust.




Simone: After the massive success that was High Stakes IV wrestlers from all over have been flocking to SCW and even during the week we saw several people sign up.

Adams: We saw four debuts already, two new Bombshells in the form of Mikah and Desiree Drake and Hydro of the Players Club took on Andrew Watts in a highly competitive match just before the second Bombshell Match of the night and coming up next Hydro's partners in the Players Club, Caleb Houston and JT Midas, make their debuts against Watts' fellow Uncensored Inc. alumni Alex Kealin and Gavin Stephens.

Simone: Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested between four new wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling!

The crowd cheers at the announcement but their cheers soon turn into boos as "Party like a Rock Star" by the Shop Boyz begins to play over the PA system prompting the arrival of two members of the Players Club, JT Midas and Caleb Houston.

Justin: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 427lbs, representing the Players Club, they are making their SCW Debuts JT Midas and Caleb Houston!

Adams: Houston, we have a problem and that problem is the Sins.

Simone: You had to say it, didn't you?

Adams: Yes!

Simone: Bad pun aside Jason is right, this is their in ring debut but JT and Caleb, alongside Hydro, made their debuts at High Stakes IV by attacking Chris Shipman after his brutal match with Steve Ramone and, as Steve pointed out on Twitter, they may have dug their own graves by going after the Sins right off the bat.

Adams: When Steve Ramone calls you out for going after the Sins you know you're in trouble!

JT and Caleb slide into the ring in that order and share a fist bump in the ring as they wait for their opponents, the wait doesn't take long as their music is soon replaced as the arena goes pitch black and the crowd begins to buzz when the opening chords of "Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Motley Crue blasts over sound system and the crowd jumps to its feet. When the music kicks into gear the lights come back on as The Notorious Alex Kaelin steps out from behind the curtain and basks in his glory as the crowd is mixed between women screaming for him and the men heckling him. Some of the fans along the aisle leading to the ring flip him off and try to get under his skin while some of the women damn near faint as they reached out and touch his chiseled body. Either way he seems very unfazed and focused on the task at hand, which is beating the shit out of the poor soul waiting for him in that ring.

Justin: And their opponents! First, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 240lbs, making his SCW debut, "The Notorious" Alex Kaelin!

Simone: Alex is a seven year veteran who comes highly touted and SCW is honored to have him here.

Adams: And we're not just saying that because he's a Las Vegas native!

As Alex approaches the ring Caleb and JT sit on the middle rope inviting him in, picking up on their game almost immediately Alex shakes his head before turning it towards the entrance ramp as his music dies down and is replaced by the sounds of "The Bad Guy" by Bronx Casket Company being blared through the arena as Gavin Stephens strolled out onto the stage to a rather hate filled reaction.

Justin: And his partner, from Superior, Wisconsin, weighing in at 223lbs, making his SCW debut Gavin Stephens!

He stood there with a smile on his face as he let it sink in, while an odd aura of smoke erupted from around the stage to give him an extra mystifying effect. He casually walked down the stage, ignoring any fans trying to reach out and touch him, and if they got too close, he'd slap them out of the way. Or better yet, give them a threatening look and mock lunge towards them.

Simone: Like Alex Gavin comes highly touted but time will tell if their egos can co-exist.

Adams: Hey, if the egos of Steve Ramone and Spike Staggs can survive being in the same room together without the universe imploding then anyone's can!

Gavin made his way into the ringside area and nods to Alex before the two wrestlers rush the ring catching the Players Club by surprise and leaving them unprepared for the brawls that are about to start prompting Jasmine St. John to call for the bell.

Simone: Neither team is wasting any time here.

Adams: All four men aren't exactly known for being good sports in the ring so I guess it'll come down to who's better at cheating!

Jasmine tries to restore some kind of order but it's pretty much like trying to control a bull in a china shop at this point as Alex dukes it out with JT and Gavin dukes it out with Caleb, she's eventually able to restore some order as Alex dumps JT out of the ring and follows him out allowing her to try to break up the fight between Gavin and Caleb, initially they ignore her but Jasmine makes her voice heard and they start exchanging technical wrestling in the ring.

Simone: That's literally the first thing you should learn in Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: Yeah, when Jasmine speaks you listen and it doesn't matter if your male, a Bombshell or Chris Shipman's transvestite blow-up doll.

Simone: Wait, what?!

After a few minutes Gavin is able to gain the advantage over Caleb by way of raking the eyes whilst Jasmine breaks up the fight on the outside between Alex and JT forcing the two men to go to their corners instead, Gavin uses the opportunity to whip Caleb to his team's corner and follow it up with a high knee into the corner, Alex then gets the tag before Gavin hits a running bulldog and Alex follows it up with a Frog Splash.

Simone: Solid teamwork from Alex and Gavin there.

Adams: Time will tell how long that lasts!

Alex goes for the first cover of the match 1???.2???.and JT as able to break it up in the nick of time, this gives Caleb the chance he's been looking for however as whilst Jasmine's back is turned so that she can get JT back to his corner he sneaks in a low blow as Alex picks him up.

Simone: You said earlier that it might come down to whose better at cheating and right now it's looking like it might be the Players Club.

Adams: Gavin's not happy about this but all he's really doing is giving the Players Club more opportunities to cheat!

That is indeed the case as Caleb and JT double team Alex in their corner whilst Jasmine argues with Gavin about the cheating that's blatantly going on behind her back, she eventually turns around and sees the Players Club stomping away and intervenes ordering JT back to the corner or risk disqualification but the damage has already been done as Caleb drags Alex out of the corner and goes for a cover 1???.2???.and Alex kicks out.

Simone: Two double teams and two near falls by the both teams.

Adams: Yeah, aside from the fact that Alex and Gavin's double team didn't involve a low blow.

Caleb tags in JT who jumps into the ring before locking in a Anaconda Vice on Alex, despite their initial hatred of Alex the fans get behind the Las Vegas native and Gavin spurs them on trying to inspire Alex to get to his feet, Alex is eventually able to reverse the submission into a roll-up 1???.2???.and JT is forced to let go of the submission move as he kicks out.

Simone: That's one way out of a submission hold!

Adams: But can he make the tag?

JT quickly gets to his feet and grabs onto Alex's leg in an attempt to avoid a tag out but all that does is get him a low blow from Alex's free leg, JT quickly rolls over to his team's corner to make the tag to Caleb but he isn't fast enough as Alex is able to make the tag at the same time as he does!

Simone: And here comes Gavin!

Adams: And here comes trouble for the Players Club!

Caleb bull rushes Gavin but he's ready for him taking him down with a spear and laying into him with MMA like strikes, JT tries to intervene but Alex stops him in his tracks with a running dropkick that sends the rich kid to the outside, Alex bounces up and down a couple of times before bouncing off the opposite ropes and hitting a suicide dive onto JT.

Simone: JT and Alex are down! It's just Gavin and Caleb in the ring!

Adams: And unless he can mount a comeback that isn't good news for Caleb!

Gavin eventually lets up with the blows and picks up Caleb before suplexing him over, he then points to the nearest turnbuckle and calls for the end.

Simone: From what I've heard Gavin has four finishers at his disposal but only one involves going to the top rope!

Adams: And if it hits it's all over for the Players Club, he calls it the Revision!

Gavin climbs to the top rope and goes for the Diving Double Foot Stomp that he calls the Revision, however whilst in midflight JT suddenly pulls Caleb out of harm's way causing Gavin to meet nothing but canvas.

Simone: More double team tactics from the Players Club!

Adams: Alex saw the double team and is going after Caleb! This is not his night!

Jasmine tries to break up the fight at ringside as Gavin gets back to his feet however JT is able to slip back into the ring and hit Gavin with a Straightjacket Neckbreaker.

Adams: He calls that the Fools Gold!

Simone: He's not even the legal man! Turn around Jasmine!

JT calls out for Caleb to duck and once Caleb sees what JT is up to he does so allowing Alex to take the full brunt of JT's suicide dive, Caleb, once he sees that Gavin is out cold, uses the opportunity to slide back into the ring and go for a cover.

Simone: Not this way!

Adams: Wake up Alex, your partner needs you!

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

Justin: Here are your winners, JT Midas, Caleb Houston they are The Players Club!

Simone: Say what you will about Alex and Gavin but they got robbed tonight!

Adams: No kidding!

Suddenly the crowd breaks into a heavy chorus of boos as the camera catches racing to the ring...!

Adams: And it looks like Steve Ramone's prediction is about to come true!

Simone: It's the Sins!

Gabriel is the first to hit the ring and he slides inside and sweeps the legs of Caleb Houston out from under him and starts to pummel the newcomer, hitting him with a barrage of lefts and rights!

Simone: This is typical tactics by the Sins, especially that of Gabriel!

Caleb's tag team partner, JT Midas, sees what is happening to his partner and he climbs up onto the ring apron to put an end to it but Despayre grabs hold of his leg and pulls it out from under him, causing JT to fall and hit his head on the ring apron! Despayre dances around in energetic excitement as Synn drags Midas up and sends him crashing into the barricade!

Simone: Steve Ramone was right! The Player's Club is definitely going to regret ever kick starting something against the Sins!

Rage rolls into the ring as Gabriel drags Houston to his feet and Gabriel shoves Caleb into the waiting grasp of the Sin of Wrath who lifts him up by the throat and choke slams him with resounding force! Rage and Gabriel then drag him over to the ropes and they entangle his neck between the middle and bottom ropes, then Gabriel beckons his 'little brother' Despayre over and Despayre has Angel "gnaw" on Houston's head!

Adams: Where the hell is security? Are they on their union coffee break?

Simone: That would explain the past three years!

Synn calls out to Gabriel and he slams Midas back against the railing, and Gabriel gets a running start and he performs a suicide dive through the ropes and crashes headlong into Midas!

Adams: OH MY GOD!

Gabriel stands up, and despite his Most hated status, the crowd cannot help but get behind such a death defying maneuver!

Crowd: That was awesome! *claps claps* That was awesome!

Gabriel stands up, peeling Midas up from where he had slowly sunk down and he tucks his head between his knees...

Simone: Oh no, he is not....!

Gabriel lifts Midas up and lays him out with the Avada Kadavra right on the ringside floor!

Adams: Oh yes he is -- and did!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holt shit! Holy shit!

The crowd is now booing even though the players Club are heels as are the majority of the Sins! Gabriel looks down at Midas and spits on his prone form before Synn calls his group together and they proceed to make their exit as the paramedics and security are out in force to tend to the fallen members of the Player's Club!




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 has a very serious look on her face as she starts making her way to the ring.

Simone: I'm not sure I like the look on Misty's face, Jason, nor am I optimistic about her being here. She said the other day on Twitter that she had come to a decision about something, and I have a bad feeling about what it could be.

Adams: She's becoming very predictable if you ask me???

Though the crowd continues to cheer her on, Misty almost ignores them as she walks up the steps then steps through the ropes. Justin Decent hands her a microphone and her music dies down, but the crowd gets even louder, showing their love for Sin City Wrestling's Original Bombshell.

Simone: Maybe listening to all of this will finally get through to her. The fans still love her.

Misty finally allows herself to smile as she raises the microphone to speak.

Misty: You all have no idea how much I appreciate the love from you guys.

The crowd goes even wilder this time, drowning her out. She smiles and nods before she brings her hand up, asking them to quiet down just a bit. After a few seconds, they do just that.

Misty: A few months ago, I set out on a mission. I was sitting at home *air quotes* enjoying my retirement, when the Mean Girls starting to take over the Bombshell Division. They were plastered all over SCW shows, treating everyone like trash without a care. Now, because I've always held the Bombshell division close to my heart, I couldn't let that happen any longer. I couldn't pretend I was enjoying my retirement any longer???So I came back.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: Does she really need to explain this over and over again?

Misty lowers the microphone for a second, gathering her thoughts. She takes in the energy from the crowd, looking around at all her fans, before she raises the microphone to speak again.

Misty: Any one of the Mean Girls can say all they want that I came back because of them, but let me clarify exactly why I came back. I didn't come back because of them. I came back because of all of YOU!

Misty points around the crowd as they erupt in another huge pop. She smiles as they cheer for her.

Misty: I came back several months ago because YOU needed me here. The SCW fans needed me???The Bombshell division needed me. But more importantly???I needed all of you.

A bit of a saddened look falls over her face, but the fans keep applauding and cheering her on.

Simone: I think she still needs them.

Misty: When I came back, I was so confident. I knew deep down I could rid SCW of the Mean Girls and their stranglehold on the division. I've overcome a lot worse than them, and in the beginning, I had no problem. I took out Angelica and Tessa. I beat Holly Wood at her own game, and I beat Veronica Taylor no problem.

Misty stops, then takes in a deep breath. She lets it out as a long sigh with a disappointed look falling over her face.

Misty: But then it came time for me to face Delia. All I had to do was take out Delia, and I knew???I knew the Mean Girls would soon crumble, but I couldn't even do that it seems. I let you all down and the Mean Girls are still around. Delia and her clone freaks are still running rampant backstage and nothing has changed.

Simone: Never before have I seen Misty give up so easily.

Misty closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. She almost appears to be holding back tears as she continues.

Misty: I can't keep letting you all down. I can't keep making promises and guarantees that I can't follow through on. So, with that being said???I think it's time that I???

Misty is cut off by "The Touch" playing. She looks more annoyed than anything as the cheers for Roxi Johnson are heard.

Adams: And here comes Roxi Johnson!

Simone: Uh-oh. This just got really interesting now.

Roxi parts the curtain deviating from her new entrance, as she almost power walks down the aisle. Climbing up the steps and getting into the ring with a serious look on her face. She is handed a microphone as She and Misty stare at one another. The music dies down as Misty puts the microphone up to her mouth.

Misty: What do you want?

Roxi: I'm going to let you finish in a minute. But, I've heard a lot of this for the past two weeks. And I don't need to hear it anymore.

Misty: If you let me finish, you'll get your wish.

Roxi: I already know what you're going to say. But I need to say something to you.

Misty shrugs and shakes her head.

Misty: Fine. Whatever.

Roxi: Look, you and I... we're not besties. I get that. We're probably never going to be either. But you know what? That doesn't change the respect I have for you.

Cheers for the statement.

Roxi: That entire bombshell's locker room looks up to you. And maybe you put a little too much on yourself at High Stakes, but you can't give up.

Misty: I've already given up. It's why I'm out here right now. And you don't need to kiss my ass out here, and patronize me Okay? I can't win. I can't do this anymore. They've won.

Roxi: No, they haven't. And I'm not patronizing you, I'm telling you the truth. You lost one match to Delia. Heck we all have. That is no reason to give up now.

Misty chuckles sarcastically.

Misty: The truth? You want the truth? I'll tell you: No one can stop the Mean Girls. Not you, not me, not anybody. I failed okay?! It wasn't just one match Roxi, It was The match. The biggest match of my life, and I failed! Don't you get it? This fight the good fight bullshit didn't work! So... I'm done.

Misty turns and prepares to leave. Roxi puts the microphone up to her mouth.

Roxi: You know, a friend once told me, if I'm not done, you're not done.

Misty turns back with an annoyed look on her face.

Misty: Drop it. It's over.

Misty lowers the microphone as she turns and places her hands on the ropes, her head drops as she prepares to leave.

Roxi: So... you're just going to leave? Is that right? You're just going to leave all of us, to try and continue this fight? You, of all people, are just... quitting? I don't believe it. I don't. You know that someone has to stop them! You came out here, and you praised these people, and they cheered you, because they need you. The bombshells, they need you...

Cheers.

Roxi: And dammit.... I need you.

Misty looks up at the crowd, and then turns back to Roxi for a second, then she turns back.

Roxi: Rivalries, and personal feelings aside, this is something we both know has to be done. We need you because you know how important this is. If we don't win this fight soon, all of our legacies will be erased. Nothing we did, or will do here, will be remembered. It'll be their show. I don't want that, you don't want that. I'm staying right here, in the ring, to fight them. If I go down, I go down swinging, and I try to take them with me!

Cheers

Roxi: There's a spot to stand right next to me Misty. A spot in the fight. Quite frankly, it's your spot.

More cheers, Misty has turned around, but still looks somber.

Roxi: If you walk away now, you void that spot. You turn your back on them, me, and the rest of the bombshells. I don't want that, and neither do you, after all you've done for them, and for yourself. You made that choice to change. And who supported you? Me. When no one else believed in you.... I did. I was the first to extend you a hand of friendship, despite everything. That's why I even came out here. I figured if I could do it once, maybe, she'd listen to me again...

Roxi pauses, as she throws her hands up...

Roxi: But maybe... maybe I can't convince you now. I've made my choice. I'm standing here, and fighting. But just so you know... I'm not the only one who knows we need you. There's a lot of bombshells back there, who feel the same way.

The fans are cheering as Roxi and Misty are just standing in the middle of the ring looking at each other, talking to each other without the microphones picking up on it for a second. Roxi's pleading with Misty to stay while Misty's asking her to back down. As the two continue the sound of a clapping beat takes over the sound system followed by "LA Freak, La Freak... Yeah, yeah, Let's go" as the Let's get Ridiculous by Red Foo slams over the personal address system the fans scream out. Misty and Roxi both turn towards the ramp; Roxi has a massive smile on her face while Misty watches on puzzled.

Adams: IT'S MELODY!

Pushing past the black curtains Melody walks out dressed as a white unicorn, making her way to the centre of the stage Melody starts to jump up and down, waving her hands up and down getting the fans to cheer her.

Simone: Their like putty in her hands Jason.

Adams: GLITTER PUTTY!!

Melody makes her way down to the ring gracefully slapping the hands of the fans on her way down, completely ignoring the fact that Misty and Roxi are waiting for her for a second. Looking back up into the ring Melody sees them both looking at her letting out an "eeeep" the Californian Bombshell dashes up the stairs. Holding onto her unicorn head hoody as she enters the ring, Melody takes it off placing it over in the corner as Justin hands her over a microphone. Taking it in her hands Melody twirls to look back into the centre of ring at Roxi and Misty. Approaching them as her song dies down off the sound system.

Simone: What on earth is she doing out here?

Adams: lighting up the mood?

Bringing the microphone up to her glossed lips Melody, she looks directly at Roxi and Misty.

Melody: Did someone say PARTY?!

Roxi and Misty look at each other and shake their heads, this causes Melody's bottom lip to drop as she frowns.

Melody: Oh, sorry... my bad... I crashed the wrong segment...

Melody goes to take her leave leaving Misty and Roxi confused, but the bubbly bombshell doesn't get far and she leaps in between Roxi and Misty wrapping her arms around the necks.

Melody: So what are we talking about?

Just as Roxi or Misty goes to reply Melody twirls off from beside them and heads towards the ropes leaning on them.

Roxi: Melody... I need your help.

Melody: Let me guess Misty is thinking about retiring again because things didn't go her way?

Misty scrunches up her nose while Roxi looks on confused as to where that bitterness from Melody came from.

Melody: Let me guess, she is done? Toasted, roasted, over cooked, over baked... chard, blistered... spent too long in the frying pan, or heaven forbid the sun?

Misty: Melody... this is serious...

Walking up to Misty, Melody places her index finger up on Misty's lips stopping her in mid sentence.

Melody: Hush dear child, mother unicorn is talking...

The fans light up at Melody as she waves at them, while Misty looks as if she is going to snap at Melody's irrelevant interruption.

Roxi: Melody don't you have something you want to say Misty?

Melody looks up at Roxi and smiles, before she turns back to Misty.

Melody: I'm not going to sugar coat this... so prepare for some big words. Misty Waters... wait is that your real name?

The young bombshell starts to giggle but quickly pulls herself back into line as she continues.

Melody: Misty... You can't leave. So what you hit a speed bump? Hmmm a big speed bump called Delia... who cares? We all hit them... I wish someone would hit her a little harder with a truck but sometimes God doesn't answer all of our prayers, am I right?

Roxi couldn't help but crack a smile as Melody started to skip around Misty.

Melody: So this is what I say to you, It's you... Roxi... and I.... versus the meanie pooh head girls.

Melody stops skipping and looks into Misty's eyes.

Melody: STOP carrying on with your why me, why not me, to be or not to be rubbish... I don't want to hear, Roxi doesn't want to hear it, my ears don't want to hear it... they don't want to hear it!

Pointing out to the sea of the wrestling fans they cheer right on cue as Melody twirls back to Misty.

Melody: What they want to hear is this... They want to hear you say... My name is Misty, I failed you... I'm a bad, bad girl... but I'm here today profess my undying love for you all, my fans, the people that I say means the most to me, the people that I say I need more than anything in the world, why? Because I may have tripped and fallen and grazed my knee... but I'm coming back... I'm coming back bigger, badder, stronger... I'm hungry I want this.. I need this... I neeeeeeed to take the Mean girls down... crush em, kick em, punch em, headlock em, poke em in the eyes... stomp em, kill em... why? Because YOU all need me to do it... but who will help me?

The fans instantly cheer backing up Melody's comments as she runs over and stands beside Roxi, Jumping up and down on the spot Melody continues.

Melody: OOOOH PICK ME, PICK ME!!!! PIIIIIICCCCCCK MEEEEEEEEE!!! PIIIIICCCCK UUUUUS!!!

Waving her hand around like a crazy fan girl Melody waits for Misty's answer. Misty looks at an excited Melody then to Roxi who is smiling with an encouraging nod. Somehow, even with Melody's and Roxi's optimism, Misty just can't see it. She raises the microphone, still with a saddened and serious look on her face.

Misty: You girls???you just don't get it. It's just???not that simple! Getting past this failure???this let down???Not everything is sunshine, rainbows and unicorns, Melody. Yeah, I do need all of the fans. I'll admit that. I need them to believe that when I say I'm going to do something, that I'll do it! I went after Delia???I guaranteed everyone, including myself, that I was going to beat her, but did I?

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: No. I didn't. I can't have these people believing in me if I can't get the job done. Roxi, you of all people should understand that!

Roxi goes to speak, but Misty holds up her hand, stopping her.

Misty: No???Not another word. Whatever you two see in me???it's not there. Find someone else, because I can't continue to be a failure.

Misty then tosses the microphone down and exits the ring. She heads backstage to a round of disappointed boos from the crowd, leaving Roxi and Melody slightly disappointed in the ring. As soon as Misty disappears backstage, it's like a light bulb goes off in Melody's mind and she jumps up and down excitedly.

Melody: Roxi! Do you know what this means?!

Roxi shakes her head, but she looks at Melody curiously.

Melody: This means it's time for Team Sprinkles to take drastic measures!!

Roxi nods and smiles.

Roxi: Oooh???I like the sound of that! What do you have in mind?

Melody drops the microphone then whispers into Roxi's ear. Roxi smiles then nods as the two exit the ring, heading backstage quickly as the crowd cheers them on.

Simone: I'm almost afraid to see what those two are up to, Jason.

Adams: Who cares?! TEAM SPRINKLES TO THE RESCUE!!




Pussy Willow is standing backstage with Wallace Jordan who is sipping on some beer.

Pussy Willow: Wallace, let me be the first to welcome you to Sin City Wrestling.

Wallace Jordan: Why thank you darling. I must say this place is full of people The Wild Man just might have to welcome to the Wild Party.

Pussy Willow: Speaking about the Wild Party, how can one be a part of that?

Wallace Jordan: Pussy if you want to be a member of the Wild Party then all you have to do is let loose.

Pussy Willow: What you mean?

Wallace Jordan: Everyone around here is so uptight that they don't know what it means to have fun anymore. Yes, I am a jobber but let's be real. I always have fun no matter if I win or lose. It's all about providing the fans something great to watch. Just know Pussy, it's time to get WILD.

He smirks while taking a swig of his beer before walking out of the camera shot.




The scene cuts to the car park area of the UAW Hall in Laughlin, Nevada. Pussy Willow steps out of the arena with the slight breeze in the air, blowing her dress as she grips on tight to the microphone, Goose bumps appearing on her bare arms and chest bone as she looks around. The cameraman peers left and right before focusing back onto the head reporter of SCW.

Pussy Willow: I was passed a note earlier requesting an interview

Pussy pulls out a folded bit of paper from her boob, unfolding it with her hands shivering slightly from the cold, Miss Willow scans the words on the note before looking back at the camera.

Pussy Willow: I guess we've wasted our time guys

Pussy lowers the microphone and turns around to only stop dead in her tracks, holding her chest and letting out a long exhale of breath, the shock of seeing Matheson slumped up against the door holding a kendo stick in his right hand and a trash can filled to the brim with assorted weapons on his left. Pussy Willow takes a couple of steps forward and kneels down near him.

Pussy Willow: Going to stab in the dark here by saying that the note is from you?

Matheson's face is covered by his long curly hair, he just nods his head, Pussy Willow lets out a cough through the awkward silence.

Pussy Willow: Let me be the first to welcome you here in Sin City Wrestling, although you appeared at High Stakes, this will be the first time you grace the six sided ring. Tonight you will be facing the ???Masked German Monster' Lord Raab, can I get your thoughts on your opponent here tonight?

Matheson flicks his head back and rests it on the door.

Matheson: Aristotle once said that 'Anybody can become angry - that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way - that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.'

Matheson presses the kendo stick up against his nose

Matheson: Stefan Raab proclaims that he thrives upon that, he has his anger therapist nearby so he can embrace it during his matches, that his mask unleashes his violence and become that ultimate aggressive wrestler. Aristotle perhaps didn't have Lord Stefan Raab in mind. Tonight I will standing before him in my debut match. My thoughts of him is one of pure glee. As tonight it will be decided by the spin of the wheel, any sort of match on offer as it's contested in a Roulette Rules match, it won't matter what sort of match it is, Miss Willow. Lord Raab and I will show why SCW's Roulette division has just gotten very interesting!

Pussy Willow: The first ever Roulette Championship match was a fatal four way Tables match, the first title defense was a hardcore match, other match types include the King's Castle, TLC pin to win and most recently the Texas tornado tag match. With three men currently holding the Roulette Championship is that something you'd see in your future?

Matheson moves the kendo stick

Matheson: I'm not a psychic Miss Willow, that isn't my concern right now, obviously winning championships and being the best is what everyone on this rostrum wants. My main concern right now is Lord Raab. It won't matter if I got tables, TLC or King's Castle. Lord Raab wants to show his aggressive and violent nature, I'll be showing him what sort of sadistic guy I can be within the six sided ring.

He pushes himself up so he's standing up, Pussy Willow stands next to him, Matheson puts the kendo stick into the can and begins to rummage through the can.

Matheson: I've got a selection of items from the Kendo Stick, Pipes, Light tubes, Toaster, spatula, forks, tacs.. you name it I've probably got it in here. I have been in the arena for a while so I've placed items under the ring too. If you're squeamish then our match may not be for the fairer hearted. I look to make Lord Raab bleed through his mask tonight. That Lord Raab won't be forgetting my name anytime soon!

Matheson lifts the can up and yanks the door open, leaving Pussy Willow standing there in the cold, slightly bewildered as she peers through the doorway. Pussy Willow puffs her cheeks out and heads back into the arena as the scene switches.




The cameras switch back to ringside as the next match is set to begin.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman our next match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: POP!

Justin Decent: Introducing first, already in the ring???Making his Sin City Wrestling debut???From Portland, Oregon???JOHNNY AJAX!

Johnny Ajax raises his hands and looks around the crowd with a cocky smile as they cheer him on.

Simone: Johnny Ajax is definitely looking to make a big impression tonight, Jason. With so many fresh faces on tonight's show, we'll see if he can stand out amongst them all.

Adams: He's gonna have a tough time if you ask me. He's facing Gabriel Asar on his first match back, and Asar has already proven he's destined for big things here in SCW.

Johnny stares back at the backstage curtain, waiting for Asar's music to hit. A few moments later "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin floods through the sound system, draining out the mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Gabriel Asar, in his black jeans and matching boots, steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage.

Justin Decent: And introducing his opponent. From Newark, New Jersey???GABRIEL ASAR!

Adams: I have to wonder if there is anyone in SCW that isn't happy to see this guy back!

Simone: I can think of one right now, and it's not the new guy in the ring.

Adams: Who? Who is it?!

Simone: The beast known as Rage. Those two had quite the run in at High Stakes IV and something tells me, it's not over yet.

His eyes pan across the arena at the rowdy crowd, forcing the corner of his lips to twist into the faintest of smirks. He tightens his elbow pads and begins his descent down the ramp. He is instantly met with the humid smell of body odor and his skin being slapped by the flailing arms of the fans who were desperate to cop. Approaching the bottom of the ramp, he takes a deep breath, then rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. He stands and rolls his arms across the balls of his shoulders, loosening up his muscles. Gabriel backs himself into the turnbuckle as his music dies down and casually leans into it, ready to get on with business as usual.

The referee for this match, Holly Wood, stands in between the two men, smirking as she looks between the both of them. She winks at Gabriel and then nods at Johnny Ajax, before she calls for the bell and the match begins.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Johnny Ajax quickly starting things off, but not sure if that's a smart move.

Johnny bolts across the ring at Gabriel, attempting to nail him with a flying forearm to the face. Gabriel ducks, causing Johnny to crash into the corner turnbuckle. He shakes his arm as a jolt of pain shoots up his arm and when he spins around, he's met by a boot to the face!

Adams: Gabriel definitely hasn't lost his touch with being gone for the past couple of months.

Simone: I think he proved that at High Stakes IV when he attacked Rage. He's pretty brave for making that decision.

Asar continues to prove he hasn't lost a beat as he begins laying on a series of rights and lefts to the SCW rookie. He follows it up with a hard elbow to the face that sends Johnny crumbling down to the canvas. Asar, however, doesn't skip a beat as he reaches down and pulls Ajax back to his feet and away from the corner.

Simone: This match may not last long, Jason. Especially not if Gabriel keeps on Ajax like this.

Adams: Let's go Gabe!

Simone: So much for being neutral and unbiased, huh Jason?

Adams: Who made that rule?

Gabriel pulls Ajax to the center of the ring, standing behind the rookie. He takes him down to his knees then digs his knee into Ajax's back, and wrenches his arms behind him. Ajax yells out in pain as Holly checks on Johnny, asking him if he gives up. Johnny shakes his head furiously, not wanting to give up on his first match. Gabriel increases the pressure as the pain shoots up Johnny's spine, but Johnny fights as long as he can.

Simone: Props to Johnny Ajax. He's not ready to give up, but if Gabriel increases that pressure anymore, he's going to be hurting for a while.

Johnny continues to refuse to give up, when suddenly, the crowd erupts in a loud boos! Running down the ramp with a vengeance is the Sin of Wrath! Rage runs right to the ring and pulls him up to the ring apron, distracting Gabriel. Gabriel breaks the hold just as Rage is attempting to step into the ring, but Holly is already trying to stop him!

Simone: What did I tell ya, Jason? This war between Rage and Gabriel Asar is just getting started and Rage is now trying to cost Gabriel the match!

Adams: I don't think he's gonna get that chance!

Indeed he doesn't. A livid Gabriel storms over to Rage and before the big man can step over the top rope, Gabriel delivers a superkick right to the jaw that sends Rage crashing back down to the floor outside the ring! Holly Wood smirks, having not had to order a disqualification. Gabriel glares down at Rage and he doesn't see that a wobbly Johnny Ajax has made it back to his feet and has his eyes set right on Asar!

Simone: Uh oh???Turn around Gabriel!

As if on cue, Gabriel spins back around, getting back to his opponent. Johnny Ajax attempts to clothesline him right over the top rope but Gabriel ducks. When Ajax spins around, Gabriel lifts Ajax up onto his shoulders and delivers a fireman's carry cutter!

Adams: Fantaisie Impromptu!

Simone: He's going for the cover!

Gabriel drops down and hooks the leg as Holly Wood drops down for the count!

1!

2!

3!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner via pinfall???GABRIEL ASAR!!

Gabriel gets back to his feet and Holly raises his hand in victory as "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin starts to play again. It is abruptly cut off, however, as Rage slides in under the bottom rope and clobbers Gabriel from behind, sending him crashing down to the mat! Holly hurries and helps Johnny Ajax out of the ring, getting as far away from this mess as possible.

Simone: The week off is over folks! It's not a first Climax Control back without an all out brawl!

Rage pulls Gabe back up to his feet, but Gabe fights back. He elbows Rage hard in the gut, barely phasing the big man at all, but he doesn't stop there. He punches furiously at Rage, hoping to land one good shot and he does! His balled up fist makes a direct hit to Rage's nose and the big man stumbles back, holding his face!

Adams: Ooh???I think someone might have a busted nose! Here's hoping!

Simone: I actually don't agree with that. IF he busted Rage's nose, that might be worse off for him!

When Rage pulls his hand away from his face, he is indeed bleeding. He looks down at the blood on his hand and starts fuming as Gabe smirks at him. Gabe lunges at him ready to tackle him to the canvas, but Rage catches him by the throat and THROWS him back. Gabe crashes to the canvas, but Rage isn't finished yet. He pulls Gabe up to his feet and scoops him up in a fireman's carry position, holding Asar on his shoulders as the fans boo him.

Simone: What is he doing now? We don't see him do this very often???

Adams: I think we're about to find out!

A few seconds later, Rage uses a new move as he keeps Asar on his shoulders. He brings his feet and head together three times, almost using Asar as an accordion before he tosses him down to the mat with a sick smile on his face!

Adams: That man has some serious anger issues, Belinda???

Simone: How long are they going to let Rage do this? Where is security?!

Gabe refuses to stay down and as he starts getting back to his knees, Rage glares at him, fuming, and heads right back to him. He grabs Gabe and sets him up and locks in a vicious Kimura Lock! He wrenches Gabe's arm and Gabe fights and yells out in pain, but Rage refuses to break the hold! Security and SCW officials then storm down to the ring, trying to get him to break the hold!

Simone: This is ridiculous! If they don't stop him soon, he's going to break Gabriel's arm!

Adams: I think that's his plan???

As security and ring officials have no luck, Synn and Kittie are then seen rushing down to the ring. Kittie quickly slides in under the bottom rope while Synn pulls himself up to the apron and steps through into the ring. They rush over to Rage, getting his attention. They both shout at him at Asar has had enough for the moment and only then does he break the hold and let Gabriel Asar go. Gabriel immediately rolls away, holding his left arm, and Rage gets back to his feet, glaring down at Gabe with a sick smile.

Simone: Yeah, be real proud of yourself, Rage. Such a coward.

As the ring officials check on Gabriel, Synn and Kittie lead Rage out of the ring and to the backstage as the big man receives a vicious amount of boos, but he doesn't care. He just keeps that sick smile on his face as they disappear backstage and Gabriel Asar is helped out of the ring.




The scene opens up backstage with the show in full swing, where we see Amy Marshall in her full ring attire as she chats with one of the backstage guys, where she hands him something but can't make out what it is, as Pussy Willow appears and approaches Amy.

Pussy Willow: What was that?

Amy: It isn't drugs if you think you can a scoop. It's something but I'm not telling you what. Just have to wait and see.

Amy said with a smile.

Amy: So what I can do for you?

Amy continue with a question although a perhaps a stupid question.

Pussy Willow: Some final words before your tag title rematch.

Amy: Ah yes??? my rematch. What else can I say about our rematch? Firstly I will give you an interesting fact. When Jessie and I win the tag team titles later, we will be the first people to become the three time tag team champions. History in the making.

Amy said with a smug face before continuing on.

Amy: Anyway??? before we make Bombshell tag team history, firstly Jessie and I will have to deal with Veronica and Joanne inside the ring. Now while I have the confidence that we are going win, it isn't going to be an easy match and we won't be taking Veronica and Joanne lightly.

So listen up Veronica and Joanne, and I know you are listening and watching??? tonight, your joke reign comes to an end, so you two don't have to put up with each other, but also we don't have to listen to Veronica any longer.

So good luck because it will be needed.

Amy turns and leaves and heads back to the locker room to talk to Jessie, leaving Pussy alone to finish up.




We return to ringside where the ring crew is quickly filling down the ramp, carrying the signature Mean Girls runway. They quickly attach it to the ring, just as the lights fade out. Various lights begin flashing as a salmon pink light shines on the stage. As the music starts up, Angelica walks out onto the stage, wearing a tight fitting black and white Jackie O style dress with shiny black boots, and matching pumps. She has sunglasses over her eyes as she comes to the beginning of the runway. She looks around, her fur lined collar blowing in the breeze as she smirks, turning in the opposite direction before holding her hand out behind her, introducing the Mean Girls. Coming out next, Veronica Taylor is wearing a black slinky dress, and boots that go half way up her calves. She has the Bombshell Tag Team Championship belt draped over her shoulder as she pauses, looking around with an arrogant smile on her face. She flips her hair and then slowly walks up next to Angelica as they slowly start to make their way down the runway. Shortly after, Mercedes Vargas steps out in a sleeveless gold sheath dress that shows off her figure and elicit a few catcalls and whistles from the crowd. Her hair is adorned with a cluster of natural marigold flowers, placed on the left side just above the ear, and the ensemble is finished off with a pair of earth-tone strappy heels. Oozing with confidence and smiling broadly, the vivacious Argentine poses with the Bombshell Roulette Championship displayed proudly around her waist and then makes her way down the entrance ramp. Showing more of a playful side, she performs a long shimmy and plays it up and down, but the crowd isn't biting tonight. Once Mercedes reaches the center of the runway, the booing crowd gets louder for the Bombshell Roulette Champion as she reacts comically, pausing every so often to silence the crowd placing her index finger to her lips. When that tactic failed, she puts on a mocking pout on her face, then flips her hair as if making a statement to them before joining Angelica and Veronica. The Mean Girl members exchange high fives and talk amongst themselves before turning their attention to the fans, pointing and laughing at them for their amusement. However, the spotlight comes back to the curtains as they are pushed aside. For just a single moment, the audience puts aside their disdain for Ms. Darling when they see her stunning outfit for the evening. She is wearing a cocktail dress, fashioned to look like a skimpier version of the Queen of Hearts costume. Her fiery red hair is pushed up into two side rolls that form the shape of a heart atop her head. Her Bombshell Championship belt is nowhere to be found, until two Jack of Hearts come out behind her, carrying it on a red pillow. Delia gives a quick spin to show off her outfit, complete with red fishnet stockings, and matching pumps, before walking with authority down the entrance ramp to meet her sisters. They walks to the ropes, where Angelica sits and holds them open for the champions. Veronica enters first, followed by Mercedes, and then finally Delia. The women waste little time in primping as they seem much more determined. They each take a turnbuckle, stepping up to hold their belts high into the air, gaining the boos once more. They point to their belts, and then to their faces with arrogant smirks before stepping down, and crossing the ring to the other turnbuckles, repeating the process. Once they are satisfied with their reaction, Angelica walks over to Justin Decent, retrieving a microphone. The girls gather in the middle of the ring as Angelica goes over a few things. With a nod, Angelica steps into the center of the half circle, bringing the microphone up to her lips as the music fades out.

Crowd: GET THE FUCK OUT! *Clap Clap Clap* GET THE FUCK OUT! *Clap Clap Clap*

Angelica: Ugh, whatever??? It's not like your opinions matter, because if they did, we wouldn't have three championship belts, which we totally do??? Sorry bout it???

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Angelica: Yeah, yeah??? I'm going to pretend that you have a combined IQ that equals more than two digits, so???. Boos are just cheers from ghosts!

The crowd boos louder at this as Angelica crinkles her nose, shrugging her shoulders and smiling. She looks back to Mercedes who says something, and Angelica nods her head, mouthing "Oh, I know, right?" After a laugh, she brushes a piece of hair from her face, and then goes back to speaking.

Angelica: Well, since High Stakes 4 went so well for us, I'm feeling extra generous. In case you missed High Stakes 4, I'm going to give you ungrateful hillbillies an in depth play-by play of the Super Card??? you're welcome.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Angelica: FIRST OFF??? We heard that the gay stereotype is true. They have the best voices, even if they are one of the rare masic gays like Christian Underwood. Bravo Mr. Underwood, bravo??? Then, your Heavyweight Champion??? the very much NOT Drake Green??? came out and he gave a very riveting speech. Like, I knew it was Sunday, because he totally took us to church. Sleeping with trashy, slutty versions of wannabe Delia Darling's, because Misty is a cold fish in the sack, ugh??? If you didn't see it, you missed out. Then, Drake Green came out, and we all lost interest...

Angelica preens at her nails as she rolls her eyes. The fans continue to boo, but she only scoffs before looking back up in annoyance.

Angelica: Then, we had some basic talk from a basic bitch??? oh, and his wife el oh el. They talked to some washed up nobody named Holly Wood???<./font>

Crowd: *POP!*

Angelica: And then that basic wannabe girl put them in their place. It was sad, and kind of boring and a waste of time. Then, there was a bathroom break because Traci Patterson and some new girl were fighting, ugh who cares? Then, I wished I hadn't used my bathroom break for the boring match, because there was some boring talk from some haters who couldn't make their segment interesting, even with a lesbian kiss and a Goddess of Death. Then, more boring talk, a boring match, some weirdo with bad hair made fun of the audience, and I laughed a little. Then, there was tragedy???

Angelica nods her head as the other Mean Girls make a ruckus around her, approving of her use of the word "tragedy", nodding their heads along with her. She closes her eyes, as if being forced to revisit this situation.

Angelica: Someone trashed our locker room, and we were forced to order a replacement locker room at Michie Stadium. Yeah, like we should have even had to ask, right? So tragic and disgusting. They even wrote on the mirror, some little message about surprises and crack??? Well, we can only assume they were on crack to do that to us, right? Weird. Yeah, so to let that settle in, there was time to think with more boring talk, some gross match with dirt and burying people alive. Luckily, they were wearing Walmart clothes, so no good outfits were harmed in the making of that match???

Angelica wipes her hand across her forehead, breathing a sigh of relief before placing it over her heart as she turns around to face the other side of the audience.

Angelica: Yeah, and more boring talk from Jealous Janis girls, and Blaque Hart Brice Blevans or whatever??? Oh! Then, Veronica carried her partner to a victory over Jessie Salco and the office nurse? Yeah, it was basically a handicap match, but Veronica pulled through. Ugh, MORE boring talk, the first ever Mean Girls Public Service Announcement featuring none other than Delia Darling! Fabulous??? Boring match, boring talk??? yeah, there was lots of that. Luckily, Mercedes Vargas took on Zuri Cheapstain in a Three Stages of Hell match. It should have been over right away, but somehow Zuri snuck a fall in there. Thank gawd Mercy got two falls, and we retained title number two for the night.

Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Angelica's jaw drops as she looks stunned at the audience's suggestion. She looks to the other Mean Girls in shock before raising the microphone to her lips once more.

Angelica: Fine! You ungrateful assholes can spend a whole years salary to watch the replay. Oh, spoiler alert? Delia Darling kicked Misty's ass! Sorry, not sorry???

Angelica licks at her bottom lip mischievously as she holds the microphone out to her side, tapping her foot in annoyance with the crowd.

Mercedes: Angie, don't pay these people any mind. We have a love-hate relationship with these fans. We love when we're proven right, and people hate us when we prove them wrong. Perfect example: Drake Green, losing the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Hate to say it, but I told you it was going to happen. I told you that Sean Jackson would be Heavyweight Champion. Don't you just love it when we're right?

Mercedes holds up her hands apologetically from the expected backlash.

Crowd: CHANGE THE CHANNEL! CHANGE THE CHANNEL! CHANGE THE CHANNEL!

Mercedes: WE ARE THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO THIS PLACE IN A LONG TIME! You are looking at the latest, the greatest, and you'll only find this talent right here in Viva Las Vegas! Veronica Taylor, often imitated, rarely duplicated, never surpassed. Delia Darling, revered by many, hated by all, rivaled by few. And there's me, Mercedes Vargas. I claim nothing. I prove everything. We are the Mean Girls. And for most of 2014, we have defeated your heroes, we have destroyed your flavors of the month, we have cut down every basic bitch rearing its ugly head, we have dominated the Bombshells Division unlike any other stable before or since and there isn't anyone who's going to stop us. We're the best in this ring, on the mic, on commentary. Quite frankly, we're simply the best, better than all the rest. Better than anyone - I didn't mean to go all Tina Turner on everyone, I swear - and there's not a single Bombshell who poses a threat to us. Without us, do you think the Bombshells would be getting mainstream attention, and I mean more than anything Misty has done in the over two years since she got here. Do you honestly think Misty would end her 6-month *air quotes* retirement just to get back in the ring? It sure wasn't because she wanted to have another tantalizing feud with any of the no-namers in the back.

Mercedes cups her hand to her ear to let the crowd know to get loud.

Mercedes: You can say what you want about us, but Now after our respective matches, ladies, I'd be surprised if any of our opponents showed their faces here tonight, let alone Misty, though when you think about it. I mean, when you REALLY think about it, she has to consider her options. If she decides the trip to Vegas isn't worth it, then she proves what kind of person she is: a pathetic, washed-up, loser who's only holding on to SCW because of her name alone, which, by my count, isn't worth much these days. But if she does show, provided she's taken her happy pills or some form of Vitamin D supplement - Lord knows she can't get any more pale that she already is - then she's going to have to take that walk of shame down to this ring and stand before each and everyone of you, looking into your faces and admit that she was wrong.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mercedes: She wanted to start a war with the Mean Girls? Well, she got one. We told her to stop digging, but she didn't listen. She kept digging, and digging, and digging until she dug herself a hole she couldn't get out of. Well, she did half of the job for us. And we all said, we all knew, and we all saw Delia shut the coffin on her career and shoveled the last mounds of dirt on her future in SCW. The only thing we regret is that we should have been wearing our Sunday's best that night, maybe offered a pithy saying, paid our last respects. You fans would have appreciated it. All there was left to do was to put the nail in the coffin. And the Mean Girls were the hammer that drove it home.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mercedes: We've been called hags, crabs, rats, practically everything under the sun. But the one thing you can't deny is that we have held a monopoly over these titles for ten weeks. For us, High Stakes 4 was all about one thing, closure. Delia, Veronica, and I had to deal with distractions, both within Mean Girls and with the bullying from the Jealous Janis Army. Sure, they may have won the battle, but we won the war. But the war I'm talking about wasn't won at High Stakes. No, we won this war at Violent Conduct II back in September. After that, it was just a matter of rinse, wash, repeat. When the dust settled, when the smoke cleared, when all was said and done, the Mean Girls were left standing on a mountain of misery and maimed bodies. And your self-proclaimed heroes were just casualties on yet another super show.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mercedes: Boo all you want, it doesn't change the facts. Misty played the heroine of this story, but all anyone will remember about her three-month comeback is that she failed miserably, when she should have went away quietly and enjoy retirement. She took it upon herself to seek revenge on Delia, but in the end, she failed. Jessie Salco though she had an outside shot of winning back the titles, but she failed, though that was no fault of her own. Doesn't change the fact that she and Amy are going to fail again tonight in their rematch. Necra Octavian Kane thought she was nigh-invincible, but she paid the price and failed, and then failed again when I beat her in her rematch. And then that stupid bitch, Zuri Chastain, like Necra Kane, like Cynthia Warren, like all the rest, failed. I asked her what was she willing to sacrifice at High Stakes. Turns out she sacrificed her life, and I put that bitch right through that same announce desk to my right where Blanca Simone and Jason Adams are sitting.

Mercedes turns to the announce table and blows an air kiss at Jason, to which the announcer opens his hands and catches it as Belinda looks on in disgusts.

Mercedes: For me, that was closure. In the main event, Delia put Misty out of misery, it's about damn time somebody did, and tonight Veronica is going to close the deal and retain the tag titles...

She looks at her erstwhile stable mate as the crowd starts chanting..

Crowd: SHE CAN'T WRESTLE! SHE CAN'T WRESTLE! SHE CAN'T WRESTLE!

Mercedes has a surprised reaction and looks back at Veronica. Mercedes can be heard saying, 'You hear what they're saying about you?' to which Veronica says that they still have to wake up to their boring lives tomorrow.' and they both share a laugh. Mercedes turns back to the crowd and, having nothing more to say hands the mic to Delia. Delia casually accepts the microphone as she steps to the center of the half circle. She offers the microphone to Veronica, who simply flips her hair, feeling too good to address the audience. Delia shrugs, her signature half smirk etched on her face. She takes a deep breath as the audience cuts off her words.

Crowd: ICE QUEEN! ICE QUEEN! ICE QUEEN!

Delia tilts her head back and offers the audience a chuckle as she slowly switches the side she carries the Bombshell Championship belt on. She shakes her head before finally having enough of standing idly by.

Delia: SHUT UP!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Delia: Such a poignant speaker, you are Mercy. You've just preached z'e sermon for z'is Sunday??? Now, I am not one to repeat myself or os'ers. I have better uses for my precious time. So, I will settle for a round of what has become my favorite phrase in z'e English language lately. I??? told??? you??? so??? I told everyone I was going to defeat z'e supposed icon, Misty. You chose to believe z'e lies. Is Misty your Bombshell Champion, standing before you tonight in celebration, because????

Delia looks over to her shoulder, studying the belt as she slowly lifts it from her shoulder, and into the air with one hand. The audience rains down on her with boos, and she half-heartedly shrugs her shoulders as if to say "Sorry bout it".

Delia: Yeah, I am still your champion. We watched as Misty cried on Twitter, rattling off z'e excuses to no end, claiming to mock us in doing so, but all she did was proved every word I said of her to be true. She's selfish. She has no concern for anyone but herself, not even her loyal fans. And worst of all? She is a sore loser. But, whatever. It's ancient history now. Well, she's ancient anyway el oh el??? On to bigger and better s'ings.

Delia seems to have heard the last words she said, and this causes her to purse her lips, shrinking a little as she tries to contain laughter. She looks back to Mercedes, and the two have a hard time containing their laughter, but it is when Delia's eyes meet Angelica's, that the group bursts into laughter, causing the fans to become a bit confused as a murmur comes over them. Delia holds onto her stomach as she gasps for air, bringing the microphone back to her lips, still gasping.

Delia: I'm??? I'm??? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh???.. Be patient wi's me. Oh, z'at was z'e best joke I've told in a long time??? z'e sad tru's is z'at Misty was z'e best z'e locker room could s'row at us. Let's face it. No one can beat us. Z'e only way we will suffer a loss is if z'e bosses sanction a match where Delia Darling defends her title against??? Delia Darling. Mercedes Vargas defends against Mercedes Vargas. S'ink about it! Someone has to win, and someone has to lose, no? By proxy, we'd lose, but guess what? We'd still have z'e titles in our possession! Mean Girls aren't going anywhere, any time soon, I assure. So get used to seeing z'ese belts???

Delia motions over to Mercedes, and both ladies raise their belts into the air, while Veronica, seemingly still uninterested, does the same. All three look out into the audience as the lights shine off of the belts.

Delia: ??? associated wi's z'ese faces, because z'ey are not leaving us any time soon. Everyone wants to prove z'ey can beat us, but all z'ey do is prove z'at z'ey can't, so sorry bout it???

"Amazing" by Hi Fashion plays as Delia drops the microphone to the ground and gently kicks it over to Justin Decent. The three ladies continue to walk around the ring, driving home their point as they continue to celebrate their victories two weeks prior. Angelica seems to orchestrate their actions as they rise up the turnbuckles, holding their belts up for all to see. The music continues as we fade elsewhere.




Simone: Fans, I have just received work from Christian Underwood that due to what we witnessed earlier this evening between the Sins and the Player's Club, next week on the one hundredth edition of Climax Control, we are going to see Gabriel take on JT Midas, one on one!

Adams: Midas probably isn't thinking clearly after that Avada Kadavra on the floor!




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control were we see two men who are competing in a Roulette Rules Match, the imposing Lord Raab and the newcomer Matheson, and naturally these two men are standing next to the Roulette Rules Wheel.

Simone: Tonight is Matheson's SCW Debut and he has a tall task ahead of him in the form of Lord Raab.

Adams: Not only that but the bosses decided to make this Roulette Rules, as we saw at High Stakes IV that could mean that they will compete in three matches in a row!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: : Are you ready gentlemen?

Rocky asks and they both nod before Rocky spins the wheel, both wrestlers watch on intently and when it stops not only is Lord Raab hard to read (not helped by his mask) but Matheson seems satisfied with the stipulation.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: : Your match will be Fans Bring the Weapons!

Simone: Well this is going to get messy.

Adams: No kidding!

The two wrestlers nod to each other before they depart for the ringside area.

>b?*commercial break*

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and just moments ago the Roulette Rules match between Lord Raab and Matheson was determined to be "Fans Bring the Weapons" it doesn't get any simpler than that.

Adams: I'm looking behind me and I'm seeing chairs, tables, bats, a stroller, a laptop, where are they finding these things?!

Simone: I don't know but for obvious reasons Justin has decided to announce this match outside the ring, let's take it to him!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentlemen the following Roulette Rules Contest is scheduled for one fall! And by a spin of the Roulette Wheel this match was determined to be???..

Justin audibly gulps into the mic and Belinda and Jason share a look.

Simone: I think we'd better duck!

Adams: Great idea!

Justin Decent: FANS BRING THE WEAPONS!

Fortunately the three announcers are able to duck out of the way in time and for the next five minutes it's pandemonium in Laughlin as the fans throw weapons into the ring and whilst some miss the mark due to said fans being too far back it isn't long before the ring is filled up.

Justin Decent: The only way to win is by pin-fall or submission! Introducing first!

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask.

Justin Decent: From Cologne, Germany, weighing in at 230lbs, he is "The Masked German Monster" Lord Raab!

Simone: Raab hasn't been with SCW for very long but what we have seen of him is nothing short of impressive!

Adams: Well, this is his first Roulette Rules Match so let's see how he fares!

He ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.

Justin Decent: And his opponent!

The arena lights dim when the music of Hans Zimmer "My Enemy" begins to play, the crowd look towards the entrance ramp in anticipation, the curtain is pulled aside by the sociopathic loner known as Matheson. He stands in front of the entrance with his arms raised up to his side, glancing around at the audience in attendance whilst doing so Matheson lowers his arms and begins his slow walk towards the ring.

Justin Decent: From the far reaches of the Encephalon, weighing in at 244 pounds, he is the inhuman monstrum and he is making his SCW Debut??? THIS??? IS??? MATH-E-SON!

Matheson walks around the ring before rolling underneath the bottom rope, getting up to his feet he walks over to the side of the ring and raises his arms again, the crowd give him a mixed reaction from that side of the auditorium. Matheson walks across the ring and raises his arms again the crowd give their reaction towards the inhuman monstrum. He walks over to his corner to take his leather jacket and tied plaid shirt off his waist, handing it to the timekeeper through the ropes before sitting down in corner with his head resting on the second turnbuckle awaiting the start of the match.

Simone: As for Matheson this is his first SCW Match period and based on what he said on Twitter he's excited about the Roulette Rules!

Adams: He is actually one of several in ring debuts tonight and if you can believe it we signed even more talent during the week! Time will tell if he lives up to the hype!

Jacob Summers, who was hiding from the weapons with Justin, enters the ring and calls the two men to the center of the ring, however both men get the same idea and grab steel chairs before swinging them at each other, the chairs connect with each other rather than their owners and Jacob quickly calls for the bell.

Simone: And we are underway!

Adams: And it's a chair shot battle, I guess it will come down to who messes up first!

As Jason said both men continue swinging their chairs at each other getting the same result each and every time, after a few minutes Raab is able to fake a chair swing whilst Matheson swings his chair hitting nothing but air giving Raab a chance to hit Matheson in the stomach with his chair before dropping it and hitting Matheson with a DDT onto the chair.

Simone: It didn't take long for Raab to take advantage.

Adams: Mostly thanks to a rookie mistake by Matheson!

Raab goes for the first cover of the match 1???..2???..and Matheson kicks out just in time, Raab gives Jacob a death glare before shaking his head and shouting instructions to his manager at ringside who nods before picking up a table that was tossed to the ringside area and sliding it in, Raab gets it set up easy enough but when he turns around he realizes too late that Matheson is back on his feet and gets a laptop to the head for his troubles.

Simone: And just like that Matheson is back in the game!

Adams: And considering Dave's recent laptop problems this is very therapeutic.

Simone: Who's Dave?

Adams: Dashing match writer.

Simone: What?

Adams: Nothing!

Whilst that goes on Matheson goes for a cover 1???2???.and Lord Raab kicks out, Matheson spots the table out of the corner of his eye and gets an idea before picking up Lord Raab and setting him up for a Suplex obviously intending to send him through the table, he never gets that far however as Lord Raab backdrops him out of the attempt, destroying the laptop in the process, and picks him back up before powerbombing him through the table.

Simone: Matheson tried to put Raab through the table but it backfired.

Adams: Thanks Captain Obvious!

Raab holds on for a pin attempt 1???.2???.and Matheson still kicks out! Raab gives Jacob what looks like a disbelieving look (once again it's difficult to tell with the mask and all) before shaking his head and dragging Matheson out of the table wreckage, Raab then goes for a submission move of some kind but we never find out what it is as Matheson tosses dust into the masked man's eyes.

Simone: Seriously? Someone brought a bag of dust to the event?

Adams: I don't think the bosses expected something this crazy when the wheel landed on Fans Bring the Weapons!

Raab stumbles around for a bit as he tries to get the dust out of his eyes giving Matheson a chance to look around for a new way to cause damage to the masked man, he quickly finds one in the shape of a stroller that was tossed into the ring and picks it up before ramming it into Lord Raab's chest, Matheson hits him a couple of more times with the stroller before tossing it out of the ring and going for a cover.

Simone: That may be the first time a stroller has ever been uses as a weapon, let alone in a wrestling match!

Adams: Unless you're not counting metal weapons then yeah you're right!

1???.2???.and Raab still kicks out! Matheson clearly can't believe it but he quickly tosses those thoughts aside when he sees another small bag and after picking it up he grins sadistically before emptying its contents onto the mat.

Simone: Okay, seriously, what fan brings a bag of thumbtacks to a wrestling show?!

Adams: An SCW Fan!

By the time the thumbtacks have completely emptied out however Raab is back on his feet and clobbers Matheson from behind, seeing the Thumbtacks Raab gets an idea before setting up for the Killerbuster Double Arm Brainbuster and his positioning makes it clear that he only has one destination in mind for Matheson.

Simone: Don't tell me he's going to drive Matheson headfirst into the Thumbtacks?

Adams: It was painful enough watching that during the Thousand Thumbtacks match last month!

Fortunately for those that are squeamish Raab never gets a chance as Matheson reverses out of it and gets him in a Chickenwing hold, before Jacob can get into position however Matheson hits a Facebuster variant driving Raab and himself into the thumbtacks!

Simone: Oh my god!

Adams: Matheson calls that the Enlightenment! I think he just enlightened himself to victory!

Matheson, despite the obvious and understandable pain that he's in, goes for a cover 1???.2???.3!!!!

Justin Decent: Here's your winner, Matheson!

Simone: Strong outing by both men but in the end the rookie wanted it more!

Adams: Can we please remove Fans bring the Weapons from the Roulette Wheel?

Matheson celebrates despite the pain he's in whilst Raab's manager checks on him.




The scene opens on Joanne walking down the hallway. The lights start to flicker off and on, and she looks up, and smiles to herself. Necra was probably around but the air felt colder then usual. It was a feeling that she hadn't felt in some time, but it was all to familiar. The lights continue to flicker then go out. Joanne stands in the middle of the hallway with her heart beating in her chest.

Voice: Hello Joanne.

Joanne closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Joanne: I'm goin' to turn around and you're not goin' to be there... This is all in head...

Voice: Really?

She shivers as she feels the figures breath on the back of her neck.

Voice: Then your mind is playing terrible tricks on you.

She turns and there he stood in all of his glory. The Chosen One Sephiroth du Lac. Her heart sinks and yet skips a beat as she looks at him.

Joanne: W-w-what are you doin' here?

Seph: Oh, boredom, loneliness, a chance to reconnect with an old friend...

Joanne smiles softly, feeling his hand trail along her face. His touch sent shivers through her body, and yet something felt right about it.

Joanne: I see... I'm just surprised to see you... Like Necra probably is...

Seph: Oh I didn't tell Necra, I thought it best to make it a surprise. I didn't want her to worry after all.

Joanne: I see...Well it was nice... seein' you again... but I have to... To... To get ready for my match...

Seph: Indeed, it is always good to see you again.

Joanne smiles as he starts to walk away. She turns to say something but as she does she realizes that he is gone, and not a trace of him is in the hallway. She sighs, and continues down the hallway as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.




We find our way backstage to the office of SCW Head of Talent Relations, Erik Staggs. He is seated at his desk with his hands pressed firmly against his head, sighing as he looks through some paperwork in from of him. He leans back in his chair and blinks his eyes.

Erik: That week off always goes by way too fast???

Crowd: *POP!*

Just then, there is a knock at the door. Erik gets a thankful smile on his face as he straightens up the papers on his desk. He clears his threat, ready to welcome in his visitors when the door bursts open. In walks Andrew Garcia, Ivan Darrell, and their manager, Casey Williams. Casey slams his fists down on Erik's desk with an intimidating smile on his face, though Erik simply waves a hand in front of his face. He reaches into his desk and pulls out a bottle of Eclipse gum, and smirks as he holds it out toward Casey.

Erik: I have a feeling I would enjoy this conversation much more if I weren't forced to smell your swamp breath, Mr. Williams???

Casey smirks for a second before leaning up, towering over Erik. He swings his club of a hand, knocking the bottle out of Erik's hand, making it smash against the wall, raining down about fifty pieces of gum. Erik's look sours as he narrows his eyes at Casey.

Erik: And they say I have no sense of humor???

Casey (through gritted teeth): You are lucky that it was your bottle of gum I hit and not your head, you ungrateful piece of shit. I mean, I sided with you against Hot Stuff Mark Ward back in the day, and I got shit in return for it, and you know how close I was with Spike and everything. The Staggs family are the most selfish,glory hogged, untalented, and worthless people I have EVER met, and that is saying something!!!

Casey motions closer to Erik, but Ivan and Andrew both grab Casey's massive shoulders, pulling him back, before Casey does something he will regret. Casey has an intense look on his face, the first time he's shown any real hatred since his feud with Simon Jones, the man who forced Casey to retire earlier this year..

Casey: You are standing on the edge of the revolution, and heading that revolution is none other than Dying Breed, with me leading them, and SCW needs this revolution more than anything. Nothing you can say or do will prevent us from achieving what we want!!! Stop us if you dare, but remember this: We will destroy you, and anyone you dare put in our way, and that is a promise.

Erik stares at Casey, taking in his words with an irritated, almost angry look of his own. However, he just continues listening, very carefully, until Casey seems to have finished. Erik leans forward, clasping his hands together, with index fingers extended. He taps his chin with them as he looks up at Casey, sour expression and all. He surprises everyone in the room by letting out a laugh. He rolls his eyes as he pulls a piece of paper from a folder already on his desk, readying a pen.

Erik: A *air quotes* revolution. Boy, I tell you??? if I had a dollar for every time I've heard that in the past week? I could sponsor an Ethiopian child for a year. That right there??? oh, that's rich. Andy, you buying this crap? Hahaha???

Erik looks back down to the piece of paper as he scribbles a signature here and there, where appropriate. As he flips the page over, Casey grits his teeth, and tears the paper from the desk, ripping it to shreds as he lets it fall slowly over Erik's head. Erik pinches the bridge of his nose.

Erik: Okay??? that was Mr. Garcia's contract, but now it's a pile of, what? Paper snowflakes...?

Casey: I don't care what it was. I tried playing this the nice way. It's about to get really ugly for you, really fast Staggs.

Erik: This is the nice way? Well, let me tell you something, Casey. You might be two heads taller than me, but I'm not intimidated by you, or any other asshole walking around backstage with a fucking superiority complex. I don't know what your game is, but I'm not playing. Now, I have to draw up another contract for your associate, since you decided to turn it into an art project??? So, if you'll excuse me? I'd tell you it's been fun, but I'm not a liar???

Casey pounds his fists on the desk, ready to jump over at Erik, but Andrew and Ivan stop him. They mumble under their breath to come on, and eventually Casey listens, but not without one last parting shot.

Casey: This isn't over, Staggs. Not by a long shot???

Erik gently raises his hand and waves goodbye as Andrew and Ivan lead Casey out of the office. As the door slams behind them, Erik smiles and leans back in his chair, taking a deep, satisfied breath as the fans cheer for him




Lights drop down as truck headlights flicker twice before flood lights pop on all over the arena. "If That Ain't Country" strikes up as the truck doors open up and a man looking like a complete mess jumps out of the truck. He walks around the front of the truck as he blows on one of his head lights. He pretends to whip it off as the crowd is not sure what to make of this guy. He spits a stream of tobacco onto the arena floor while walking towards the ramp way.

Justin Decent: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Peggy Sue and Clint Outlaw, from Country Boy Paradise, weighing two hundred and thirty four pounds and standing 6 feet and 1 inches tall...please welcome Wallace Jordan!

Wallace meets up with Peggy Sue and Clint Outlaw as they are already at ringside. Wallace greets his wife with a kiss while his buddy hands him a bottle of Samuel Adams. Wallace takes a swig of the beer as he seems to be energized. He slides into the ring and poses in the center of the ring. He spits another stream of tobacco juice into a jar before turning his tucker cap to the back and prepares for a fight.

Justin Decent: And his opponent???

A red mist hits the entranceway as the lights dim to a blood red all around the arena as "Requiem for a Dream" begins to play. Slowly the figure of Sephiroth steps out from behind the curtain with a glass chalice filled with a blood red liquid in one hand and his trademark cane in the other.

Justin Decent: From Parts Unknown???making his way to SCW by way of Dunwich, NY???weighing in at 246 pounds???."The Fallen Angel"???Sephiroth du Lac!

Slowly he walks down to the ring head down occasionally sipping from his glass. He walks to the ring steps and slowly climbs sipping his chalice once more before wiping his feet and stepping in the ring. He does not pose instead setting the cane and chalice in the corner and removing his coat before handing it to a ring attendant before turning and waiting for the match to begin.

DING! DING! DING!

Jasmine St. John calls for the bell and Du Lac immediately goes after Jordan. He lands several quick hard punches to the head and the gut and then grabs him by head and sends him flying over in to the corner.

Simone: Du Lac is starting off this match very aggressive.

He runs in with a hard knee strike to chest of Jordan and then unleashes a fury of rapid kicks and punches and Jordan drops down to the mat. Du Lac backs off for a moment and then runs back in landing a hard knee to the side of Wallace Jordan's face.

Adams: Wow! Did you see that? I think Wallace Jordan is out cold!

Simone: Du Lac could have this thing won early???

Du Lac drags Jordan out of the corner and to the center of the ring and then drops down for the cover and St. John follows for the count.

One!

Two!

Adams: Jordan just got his shoulder up!

Du Lac gets up and immediately stomps on Jordan in a furious rage. He peels him up off of the mat, sets him up, and slams him hard with a vicious looking clothesline. He drops down to the mat the cover again.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: He kicks out again!

Simone: I'm not sure how much of this punishment Wallace Jordan is going to be able to take. Du Lac is just dominating him.

Adams: Well I guess being pure evil helps???

Du Lac again goes to pick up Jordan. He swings him around to whip him in to the ropes but Jordan finally shows some signs of life and reverses the Irish Whip. He runs in to the ropes in the opposite direction and attempts a flying shoulder block but the ring savvy Du Lac sidesteps, sending Jordan flying through the ropes and down to ringside crashing hard on to the concrete floor. Du Lac slides underneath the bottom rope and goes after Jordan as Jasmine St. John starts her count.

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

Du Lac peels Jordan up off of the concrete floor and whips him hard in to the Jordan barricade. He follows it up with another running knee to the face of Jordan that busts his nose open.

Simone: Jordan is bleeding!

Four??? Five???Six???

Jordan wobbles to his feet but he is met with a string of high-speed kicks to his body and face from Du Lac that knock him in to the apron. Du Lac grabs him and whips him insanely hard in to the Jordan steps.

CRASH!

Adams: Jordan is not letting up. Someone should start to think about stopping this.

Simone: I'm shocked that I actually agree with you about something, Jason. Jordan is hurt, bad.

Seven???Eight???

Du Lac grabs Jordan's near lifeless body and throws it up under the bottom rope, shoving him back in to the ring.

Nine???

At the last second, Du Lac slips in under the rope and stops Jasmine's count. As Jordan struggles to get to his feet, Du Lac props himself up on to the top of the turnbuckle. He waits for Jordan to get to his feet and turn around and then he launches himself up in to the air.

Adams: Diving knee off the top rope! Sephiroth du Lac is not letting up!

Du Lac gets up and screams out to the crowd, showing his fangs, signaling that the end is near. The Laughlin natives stand up as he goes to grab Jordan but out of nowhere, Jordan grabs him by his arm and his leg and pulls him down with a small package. Jasmine drops down for the quick count.

One!
Two!
Thr-

Adams: I don't believe it! Jordan almost had Du Lac.

The two men get to their feet and Du Lac goes on the attack again but this time Jordan counters his kicks with hard rights hands to the side of the head. He backs Du Lac up to the ropes, whips him around, and then hits him with a hard shoulder block as he comes back around. He hooks the leg and Jasmine drops down for the count.

One!

Two!

Adams: And a kickout by Du Lac! Wallace Jordan is finally showing some life in there.

Simone: It's about time. He almost died in there.

The two men get back to their feet again. Du Lac flies in for a quick attempt of a super kick but Jordan grabs his leg and counters with a quick Dragon Screw. He stands up quickly and begins to mudhole stomp Du Lac. He stomps wildly that the blood from his nose begins to fly everywhere. Jasmine backs him off and seeing that Du Lac is lying half passed out, Jordan runs over to the ropes and hits a picture perfect springboard moonsault.

Adams: Lionsault! He's going for the pin???

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: Du Lac just got his arm up!

Jordan, frustrated, grabs Du Lac and hooks him into a gator roll.

Adams: TEETH MARKS! This one is going to be over!

Jordan begins to whip him around on the mat. He tightens the hold and Du Lac begins to fade.

Simone: He could have it here. What a great comeback this would be.

Just as it looks as if Du Lac is going to pass out, Jordan screams out in pain.

Adams: What was that?

Simone: I think he just bit him!

Wallace lets go of the hold, grabbing his forearm and screaming out in pain. He gets up to complain to Jasmine but she can't do anything because she didn't see Du Lac bite him. As Jordan turns back towards Sephiroth he gets hit with a strange mist in his face.

Adams: What the hell was that?

As Jordan covers his eyes from the red mist, Du Lac lands a boot in his mid-sections and then buries his head into the mat with an Impaler DDT.

Adams: FALLEN ANGEL DDT! This one's over!

Du Lac turns Jordan over and hooks his leg as Jasmine St. John drops down to the mat for the count.

One!

Two!

Crowd: THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner???.Sephiroth Du Lac!!!!




The lights suddenly go out and the crowd is confused as to what's going on. Without warning, the screen lights up with the following sentences that appears briefly.

He's coming. No one is safe.

01/11/15

The screen dies down and the lights resume back up as the crowd, along with the announcers, are left to ponder as to who it could be.




A high-pitched scream echoes through the backstage area, forcing a cameraman and some staff to pursue the screaming. The camera bounces up and down as all three turn the corner at high speed.

Mimi Winters: Help me! Someone help me. I'm being attacked.

Down the far end is blond and bubbly Mimi sitting on the floor, covering her face. Caleb Houston is standing over her, stuttering and shaking as he sees backstage staff heading his way. They run down the remainder of corridor near the locker rooms. One rushes to help Mimi up, the other ushers Caleb close to the wall.

Caleb Houston: I didn't touch her. She's lying.

Staff #1: What the hell happened here?

The cameraman catches up and starts to record. Mimi wipes tears from her face.

Mimi Winters: This man came over and asked me for my name. Before I could tell him my name is Amelia ???Mimi' Winters, [she twirls and blows a kiss into the air] he couldn't control himself and tried to kiss me.

Caleb Houston: I swear, she's making the entire thing up.

He is shoved hard into the wall.

Staff #1: You tried to sexually assault this woman, wise guy? I think we better take you to the boss.

Mimi Winters: Lil' ol' me didn't cause this, did I? I'd hate to get anyone in trouble.

Staff #1: No, my dear. You haven't done anything wrong. It's this pervert who is to blame.

As the attention is all on Mimi, Caleb pushes the member of staff. Before anyone can grab him, he takes off down the hallway. Both of the brave staff give chase as the camera focuses on Mimi. She squints her eyes and smiles at the camera. Her cheeks puff like a chipmunk and she shrugs her shoulders. The camera fades.




The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo's explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Hot Stuff is wearing a silver suit, with a white shirt and shiny black shoes. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance before stepping up the steps and in to the ring. Justin Decent hands him a mic as the music fades out.

HS: I don't usually come to the ring and talk because most of the time, you people are not worth my time, but clearly tonight, I have something to say of great importance, so keep your arses on your seats and listen.

Hot Stuff walks up and down the ring, his hand out in front of him.

HS: The future of SCW is bright, brighter now than any other time in it's entire history. Next week is Climax Control 100. One hundred episodes of the flag ship show, but that is only the start of the future brightness that we have.

Hot Stuff clears his throat, looking around at the crowd.

HS: My master plan of an SCW world tour is coming true. Next year, we are hitting country after country, city after city, all over the world. This tour has been planned down to the finest detail, because I planned it, it's always gonna be a success.

Hot Stuff smirks as the crowd boo him.

HS: I can't wait, a whole year away from you morons is just what I need because Nevada is growing old, so that's why we're hitting the road and staying away from Nevada. You got a year to make it fun again.

Hot Stuff nods his head, as boos again start to ring around the arena.

HS: This is proof of our expansion, this is proof of how big we're becoming. We signed so many new wrestlers, because they were breaking down our door to get in, they're still breaking down the door to get in. They can't wait to be part of SCW because we are that good and getting bigger by the day. Which brings me to my next point.

Hot Stuff leans against the ropes.

HS: It's time to make SCW bigger than before and a deal has been signed to take this company to a whole new level, but I'm not gonna tell ya about that, but I know a man who will.

Hot Stuff points to the entrance ramp.

HS: The man who's shoes cost more than your house, Mr J.J Dixon!

"How You Like Me Now" by The Heavy begins to play as JJ Dixon comes out from behind the curtain, dressed to the nines and smiling as bright as the lights of Las Vegas.

Adams: Whoa! Look who has returned to SCW!

Simone: I wonder what we did to deserve this torture???

Adams: You bit your tongue! The man's a legend!

Dixon begins to dance a la James Brown as he makes way down to the ring. He gets up the steel steps and into the center of the ring, taking the microphone from Hot Stuff.

Dixon: Laughlin, Nevada???holla if ya hear me!

A mix of cheers and boos ensues while some fans dramatically bow, showing their appreciation of all of his contributions to the industry.

Dixon: It sure does feel great to back here in S ??? C ??? Dubya!

Cheers.

Dixon: Now I gotta be honest. I was living the dream over in Europe. Spending my millions and making my way through half of the Dutch speaking prostitutes on the planet when something happened to me. I got arrested. Now I won't get into details but let's just say that I was wrongfully accused and I DO intend to SUE. But after I was released I had a vision. I had a vision something so amazing that I had to run to the nearest telephone and call up my good friend Mark Ward and let him in on it. I thought???hell I knew what his answer would be.

Simone: What is he talking about?

Adams: Who cares? I love this guy!

Dixon: So I got my Canadian ass on a plane and flew right here to the great state of Nevada and had a meeting with Mark Ward. I had a meeting with Erik Staggs. Hell???I had a meeting with the man himself Christian Underwood. I told them all about my vision and each of them saw it and shared it with me. So???without further ado???I bring to you???Arizona State Wrestling!!!

A giant Arizona State flag comes up on the screen with the initials A.S.W. across it.

Dixon: ASW will be the premier developmental territory for SCW wrestling. It will be the gateway onto the greatest roster in all of professional wrestler. It will be???'Where the best are born???'

JJ hands the mic back to Justin Decent as ???How You Like Me Now' begins to play again. JJ Dixon and Mark Ward shakes hands in the ring as the crowd cheers and the camera cuts out.




Simone: Main Event time. Who will be walking away with the bombshell tag team titles.

Adams: Four beautiful women in one ring, Lord help me.

Simone: Just keep your hands above the table okay.

Cameras pan up to Justin Decent who is standing inside the ring.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of the evening. It shall be a tag team contest scheduled for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Championships of the World. Introducing first the challengers,

"Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play and the lights dim down , the titantron shows footage of several mosh pits from both Punk and Metal shows intercut with footage of Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco wrestling before the two women make their way down to ringside, Jessie gets a running start before jumping into the ring and Amy follows her in as the two women wait for their opponents.

Justin Decent: At a total combined weight of 248 pounds, Jessie Salco, Amy Marshall....Metal and Punk Connection

Simone: Amy Marshall looks great for missing a month for personal reasons.

Adams: Let's just hope the ring rust goes away real quick.

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

Justin Decent: Introducing their opponents, from Los Angeles, California...she is one half of the Sin City Wrestling bombshell tag team champions and is a proud member of The Mean Girls, please welcome Veronica Taylor

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.

Adams: I hope Veronica works with Joanne tonight or she can kiss that championship good bye.

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Bang Bang"(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nico Vega begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past.

Justin Decent: and introducing her tag team partner, from the Jersey Shore. She is one half of the tag team champions and is a proud member of the Daughters of Darkness. Please welcome "The Jersey Devil Diva" Joanne Canelli.

The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Adams: This should get interesting.

Simone: Joanne and Veronica can't stand each other. So let's see if we can see team work from these two.

Joanne and Veronica are standing in one corner as Jessie and Amy are in the other corner. Amy pounds fists with Jessie as she stays in the ring with Joanne starting for her team. Drew Patton signals for the bell to ring as the two ladies start circling each other. Amy and Joanne meet in the middle of the ring with a collar elbow tie up. Joanne gets the quick advantage as she places Amy in a side headlock. Amy quickly fires a couple forearms into the ribcage of Joanne which causes her to loosen her grip. Amy breaks free, goes to run the ropes but gets dropped face first by a drop toe hold.

Adams: No, not her face. That's a good way to knock her out.

Simone: I don't know if you see this, Veronica is more worried about her makeup then her own tag title defense.

Joanne picks Amy up off the canvas and manages to lock in a front facelock. She moves toward her corner as Veronica backs away from the corner. Joanne rolls her eyes as Amy begins to fire pistol like rights into the sternum of her opponent. A few more pistol like rights stagger her back as Amy finally creates some much needed distance. She then runs toward the ropes, bounces off them and comes back with a swinging heel kick. The heel of her boot catches Joanne flush into her face. The force of the kick sends her hard on her back. Amy quickly rolls toward her corner and tags in Jessie.

Adams: Our first tag of the night. Let's see if Punk and Metal can work together.

Simone: We know they will. They are former tag team champions.

Joanne is just getting up to her feet as Jessie comes sprinting towards her. Within the last split second, Joanne catches Jessie with a quick forearm shiver. The shiver stops Jessie in her tracks as Joanne feels like she is fighting by herself. Jessie manages to stay up on her feet as she and Joanne begin to trade blows. Jessie is coming with straight right hands as Joanne is connecting with forearms. She gets the upper hand by staggering Jessie into the ropes. Joanne grabs a hold of her arm and whips her across the ring. Jessie uses her momentum to spring off the ropes and connect with a flying clothesline.

Simone: What hang time!

Adams: Crowd surfing minus the crowd. Got to love that.

Jessie quickly hops up to her feet and twists Joanne's head with a corkscrew neckbreaker. She rapidly goes for the quick cover but Drew Patton is all tangled up with Veronica. Jessie repeatedly slams her hand on the canvas trying to get his attention. Noticing that it wasn't working, she pushes herself back up to her feet and gets right in Veronica's face. Drew Patton tries to break them up as Jessie turns her focus back onto Joanne. The little scrummage gave Joanne enough time to regain her composure. Jessie moves toward where Joanne is positioned but gets rocked by a quick uppercut. Jessie staggers backwards a bit as Joanne connects with another upper cut. Jessie continues to stagger as Joanne jumps into the air before landing a beautiful dropkick knocking Jessie down.

Simone: What a beautiful dropkick!

Joanne swiftly levels Jessie with a snap DDT as she goes for a quick cover. Drew Patton slides into position and pounds the canvas twice before Veronica stomps on the back of Joanne. Drew quickly breaks the count as Veronica gets back onto the apron.

Adams: What in the hell is Veronica thinking?

Simone: That's just it. I don't think she was thinking.

Joanne shoots up and glares at her tag team partner. She stands back up to her feet and begins to bad mouth Veronica. Meanwhile, the crowd is starting to murmur as Blanca Chastain can be seen walking down to the ring. Joanne notices her Daughters of Darkness stable mate and gives her a quick nod. Veronica seems clueless at what is going on until Joanne drives her open palm right across the her bare cheek.

Adams: Joanne just slapped the taste out of Veronica's mouth.

Simone: They heard that slap all the way up in the cheap seats.

Drew recognizes that as tag as Veronica's eyes light up. Joanne proceeds to wave bye to Veronica before rolling out of the ring. She watches Joanne leave up the ramp before joining Blanca midway. They turn around and head back up the ramp. Veronica is screaming at the top of her lungs demanding that Joanne return to the ring. Joanne disappears along with Blanca behind the curtain as Veronica slowly turns around.

Adams: And then there was one

Simone: This does not bode well for little miss priss.

Right as Veronica turns around, Jessie Salco is helping her into the ring by hip tossing her over the ring ropes. Veronica sits up after the initial landing and starts begging Jessie to go easy on her. Jessie nearly chuckles underneath her breath as she backs Veronica near the corner. Veronica continues to plead for Jessie to go easy. Jessie throws her arms into the air when Veronica reaches up, grabs a handful of Jessie's tights and flings her face first into the middle turnbuckle. Angelica comes running down the ramp. Drew Patton is trying to stop her from getting involved in the match. Angelica continues to argue with Drew as Tess jumps the guardrail and slides in some kind of beauty product. Veronica grabs it and smacks it up against Jessie's head. She tosses the weapon to the outside as she goes for a cover. Tess holds Jessie's feet against the ring as Drew turns around and gets into position. Before he could pound the canvas one time, Amy Marshall slingshots herself right onto the pile. She rolls right back up to her feet as she begins to level Tess and Angelica. Amy is on a roll until Veronica catches her with a quick kick to the midsection.

Simone: The Mean Girls are here.

Adams: Can't they stay out of a match for once.

Veronica hoists Amy up onto her shoulders but before she could connect with a Samoan Drop. Amy wiggles her way out of the predicament and counters it with a reverse hurricanruna. Veronica's head bounces hard off the canvas as Amy capitalizes with a low baseball slide dropkick. The kick knocks Veronica right on her back. Jessie finally gets back up to her feet as she and Amy start cleaning house. Amy dropkicks Tess out of the ring as Jessie sends Angelica out of the ring with a tilt a whirl head scissors. They go to attack Holly but she gets chased out of the ring by Rory Chastain. Around this time Mercedes Vargas and Delia are quickly making their way down to the ring.

Adams: This is beginning to look like a Mean Girl takeover.

Simone: Yeah. Things aren't looking good for Jessie and Amy.

Amy notices Delia and warns her to stay out of it. Meanwhile, Jessie notices Veronica slowly getting to her feet and begins to measure her. Jessie stays in the corner for a few more seconds as Veronica finally spins around. Jessie takes off looking for a spear but Veronica lifts her boot up at the last second. Jessie's head snaps back as she lands hard on her back. Delia walks around the ring as Mercedes is standing in front of it. Delia jumps up onto the ring apron and distracts the referee.

Simone: Oh this is just disgusting.

Veronica grabs a hold of Amy as Mercedes slides into the ring. She charges at Amy with her SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship belt. Amy chooses to duck a split second early allowing Mercedes to collide the gold plate portion of the belt into the skull of Veronica. Mercedes is shocked at her actions and quickly gets out of the ring. Veronica is still a little stunned which allows Amy to connect with a double knee face breaker.

Simone: BAD GIRL!!!! This one is just about over.

Veronica bounces off of Amy's knees and lands right on her back. Jessie then scales up to the top rope and leaps off it while rotating 450 degrees in the air before landing with a 450 splash right across the chest of Veronica.

Adams: Wall of Death. Chalk this one up as another Metal and Punk connection tag team victory.

Jessie hooks Veronica's leg while driving her forearm right across Veronica's throat. Amy kneels down to make sure no one gets in the ring as Drew Patton pounds the canvas three times. He signals for the bell as Jessie and Amy hug each other with tears of joy streaming down their faces.

Justin Decent: Here are your winners and the new SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall....METAL AND PUNK CONNECTION!!!!

Amy and Jessie's celebration is cut short as The Mean Girls have surrounded the ring. Delia nods her head as all of them minus Holly Wood step up onto the ring apron. Jessie and Amy drop their newly acquired title belts and prepare for a fight. That is until the hooded female who has been sitting in the front row for most of the match jumps the guardrail. She immediately rips Tess off the ring apron causing her to smack her jaw off the apron. Angelica jumps down off the ring apron as the mystery female drops like a bad habit.

Adams: Who is this mystery woman?

Simone: Whoever it is sure knows how to fight.

Amy and Jessie roll out of the ring as The Mean Girls are more focused on this hooded female attacking them. She then rolls into the ring as Mercedes and Veronica are still in the ring. They both look at this female with curious looks their faces as she reaches up toward her hood. She throws it back to reveal herself to be the maskless Zuri Chastain.

Adams: OH MY GOD!?

Simone: It's Zuri Chastain. I figured her business with Mercedes was over with.

Mercedes' eyes grow big as she is in shock to see someone with a beautiful face standing in front of her. The staredown continues as Zuri signals around her waist that she wants another title shot. Veronica holds back a furious Mercedes as Zuri is smiling while "Run This Town" starts to play as the cameras begin to fade.




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, Dustin, The Lord MK, Sam, Maggie, Casey, Andrew Watts, JT Midas, Caleb Houston, Blaque Hart, Joanne Canelli, Mimi Winters, Matheson, Vixen, Mercedes Vargas, Blaque Hart, also again to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone who is a part of SCW!