Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the City National Civic in San Jose, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

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

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

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

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

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the City National Civic in San Jose, California, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now without further ado, let's kick things off with the Hostess With the Mostess, Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The wrestling fans applaud and cheer as Amanda throws the curtains open and steps out onto the stage, clad in a tacky Christmas sweater and Christmas tree skirt (the type that is SUPPOSED to go around an actual tree). In one hand she is holding her microphone, and in the other, a blow up doll clad in a skimpy Mrs. Clause outfit! The music begins and Amanda starts her performance...

Amanda: I saw mommy kissing Mrs. Claus
Underneath her lingerie last night.
She would call me a “creep"
If she's aware that I peep—
So, much closer I snuck up,
Ogled wool that's not on sheep.

Then I saw mommy tickle Mrs. Claus
Underneath the sheerness of her slight
Attire; after that I gasped when
She acted then just like men:
Mommy diddled Mrs. Claus' lap site.

I saw mommy kissing Mrs. Claus
Now I think that I am scared for life
I crept downstairs
But I was not prepared
For what I saw them do with my own eyes

Then I saw mommy tickle Mrs. Claus
In between her legs on Christmas Eve
Oh, what a laugh she let out
On Daddy's brand new couch
Mommy was kissing Mrs. Claus last night.

I saw mommy kissing Mrs. Claus
Now I think that I am scared for life
I crept downstairs
But I was not prepared
For what I saw them do with my own eyes

Then I saw mommy tickle Mrs. Claus
In between her legs on Christmas Eve
Oh, what a laugh she let out
On Daddy's brand new couch
Mommy was kissing Mrs. Claus last night
Oh, what a laugh she let out
On Daddy's brand new couch
Mommy was kissing Mrs. Clause last night

The song comes to an end and the crowd cheers and laughs as Amanda gives the blow up doll a hug and it pops! Amanda watches it slowly deflate and looks to the crowd with a pouty lip as the spotlight fades.

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

Adams: And I'm thinking these intros are getting longer and longer, but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: Eight matches coming your way tonight.

Adams: Eight? That explains the longer intros!

Simone: You're a genius Jason.

Adams: I know, I have a mug that says that too.

Simone: Right... anyway, we kick off tonight's show with triple threat action as Alex Kaelin, Johnny Ajax and Lord Raab get down to action.

Adams: These three are looking for a win to kick themselves up the ladder, one of them will get just that.

Simone: The Players Club's rising star is in action tonight, as Hydro goes one on one with Gavin Stephens.

Adams: Both these men suffered defeat on their debuts and both will be looking to put it right.

Simone: Three way Bombshell action as Mimi Winters steps in to an SCW ring, as she takes on Jemma Asar and Mikah.

Adams: Oh baby! Drool bowls and bibs at the ready people!

Simone: Drexel Matheson took out SCW's first Roulette champion last week, Lucian Frost, and tonight he is in ring action as he takes on Andrew Watts.

Adams: This has show stealer written all over it!

Simone: The Players Club and Power Play have been involved in a Twitter war lately and tonight, two members from each will be in tag team action.

Adams: Representing The Players Club, JT Midas and Caleb Houston and on behalf of Power Play, Mr J.N Ringo and Giani Di Luca. These are four of the best wrestlers in wrestling today and this is gonna rip the roof off this place.

Simone: The Roulette title was declared vacant by Christian Underwood and tonight the tournament starts to crown a new champion. Two matches for you as Wallace Jordan battles Chris Shipman and Joshua Acquin returns to take on Sephiroth Du Lac

Adams: I can't even guess who will end up with this title, these matches are so unpredicatable, anyone can win them.

Simone: Tag Titles on the line in tonight's main event as the Bosom Buddies defend the gold against Connor Murphy and Steve Ramone.

Adams: Ramone and Murphy pulled out a shocker last week, defeating ROAR. If they do the same again this week, they will be leaving here with the SCW Tag Team championship.

Simone: See, that wasn't so long, was it?

Adams: You made it longer by saying that! Damn, now I made it longer by saying this! Just start the show!




The scene opens with Sean Jackson walking backstage. Wearing black slacks and a button down dress shirt, he's got the SCW heavyweight title draped over his shoulder. Walking with him is Marshall Owens and Vanessa. As they get halfway down the hall, Scott Oliver steps in front and tries to have an interview.

Scott: Mr. Jackson, a word if I may?

The trio comes to a stop as Sean takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

Jackson: What do you want Scott?

Scott: Just a few questions. Like fir...

Sean holds up his hand, directly in front of Scott's face. He then looks over at his attorney.

Jackson: Should I Marshall? this is December 7th after all, and I'm not sure if Stoner here is trying to Pearl Harbor me or not?

Scott Oliver steps back, then side steps the hand before going back to his attempted interview.

Scott: Pearl Harbor you? not hardly Mr. Jackson. Now then, a few quest...

Again, Sean shoots the hand up, directly into the face of Scott Oliver as he turns from Marshall and looks directly at Stoner. This does nothing but frustrate Scott Oliver who contemplates just walking away.

Jackson: I'm just playing with you Stoner, go ahead with your question.

Taking a deep breath, Scott begins.

Scott: Thanks Sean. For my f...

As Scott starts the question, Sean again turns to Marshall Owens, completely interrupting the question.

Jackson: But then again, this is Sunday. So maybe I can trust Mr. Oliver here to ask legitimate questions...

Again, with the interruption, Scott Oliver lets his arm drop to the side, removing the mic from in front of Sean's face. As he turns to walk away, Sean stops him.

Jackson: Hey, not so fast Stoner. Again, I'm just messing with you. Go ahead, ask away.

Scott Oliver doesn't take the bait, he just stands there, half turned.

Jackson: Well, if you don't have any legitimate questions...

Sean reaches out and swipes the mic from Scott's hand. He then turns his back and hands it to Marshall Owens who now is sporting a smile.

Jackson: Then I'll hand the stick over to a man who CAN ask legitimate questions. Go ahead Marshall.

Marshall: Thank you Mr. Jackson. Now then, as the SCW heavyweight champion, how do you see the competition stacking up?

Sean rubs his chin before answering.

Jackson: I'm sorry Marshall, but there isn't any competition left. After leaving Drake Green laid out two weeks in a row, there simply isn't anyone here on my level.

Marshall nods in total agreeance.

Jackson: Now don't get me wrong, there are a couple on the roster who think that they can compete. But when it really gets down to brass tacks, words don't mean squat to me.

Sean taps the face plate as he continues.

Jackson: I am a man of action Marshall, and that's what separates me from everyone else. Case in point, take Caleb Houston for instance...

Marshall rolls his eyes.

Jackson: Last week, Mr. Houston ran off at the mouth, saying that Drake Green would do something...

Sean taps his chin several times

Jackson: What was it that Drake was going to do again?

He then changes from tapping his chin to rubbing his hand in a circular motion over the face plate, faking a confused look.

Jackson: I can't quite put my finger on it.

Also getting in on mocking Caleb Houston, Marshall Owens places his hand on the face plate as well, while looking up at the ceiling. It's as if the answer is there.

Marshall: You know, I can't seem to put my finger on it either.

They look at each other for a split second before they both turn towards the camera.

Jackson: Ah yes, now I remember. Caleb Houston came out last week and clearly stated that Drake Green would leave Climax Control 100 with MY heavyweight title. Well you see Caleb, that's why people say that actions speak louder than words. That's also the reason why I'm the champion here and Drake isn't.

While Sean speaks, Marshall has a look of relief on his face. Had Drake Green won the title back last week, he would have been without a job.

Jackson: It's also the reason why Caleb needs to keep his concentration on the smaller fish in the kiddie pool and leave the sharks like me alone. Wading out into the ocean and attempting to catch the attention of a predator like me is never a good idea, trust me. Unlike Chris Shipman, I'm not a very forgiving person, just ask Drake Green.

For those who aren't familiar, Sean's hatred of Drake Green started more than a year ago, and in another company.

Jackson: So for future reference Mr. Houston, show me the proper respect and there won't be any problems between us.

Marshall: Fair enough Mr. Jackson, and I'm sure he's going to be smart enough to take that very helpful advice. Now then, Drake Green. Where do you think he goes from here?

Sean shrugs, seemingly indifferent to the question.

Jackson: Who knows and who cares. The fact of the matter is that I've finally killed two birds with the same stone. I took the heavyweight title from Mr. Green, and showed his most glaring weakness. So as far as I'm concerned, Drake Green is dead metaphorically at my hands, and will be dead literally after Gabriel is finished with him.

Marshall: Well said Sean, well said. What are your plans for 2015?

Jackson: That's easy Marshall, to run roughshod over every single talker out there who thinks they have what it takes to step into the ring with me.

Marshall: It is rumored that Simon Jones plans on making an appearance in order to...

Jackson: In order to what? stay relevent? nobody cares about Simon Jones, especially me. As long as he buys a ticket, takes a seat in the audience like a good little brit, and stays out of my ring, he'll be fine. But the moment he steps out of line, and removes himself from being a spectator, then he'll get the same treatment that Justin Halliwell got when he was put in the hospital.

Marshall: Well played sir, well played.

Jackson: Thanks Marshall. Anything else?

Marshall shakes his head.

Marshall: No, I believe that just about covers it.

Jackson: Good.

With that, Sean and Vanessa walks away, leaving Marshall Owens now standing next to Scott Oliver. He then tosses the mic to Scott, who catches it in his chest.

Marshall: You're welcome.

As Marshall walks away, the camera focuses on Scott Oliver before fading to the next scene.




The camera shot arrives at the immediate ringside area where referee Jacob Summers enters the six-sided ring where Justin Decent stands ready to begin the formal introductions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest at SCW Climax Control is a Triple Threat match, and it is scheduled for one fall!

"Mad Monster" by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak. He is 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: Introducing first! To be accompanied by Henry Losak, from Cologne, Germany, weighing 230 pounds ... Lord Raab!

Lord Raab 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 waiting for the match to start as Henry stands outside of the ring.

Justin: His opponent is from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 240 pounds ... 'the Notorious' Alex Kaelin!

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 it's 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.

Slowly he crawls onto the ring apron and holds onto the ropes, looking back over his shoulder at the crowd as he shouts at them "I'm the motherfucking best!" and then steps between the ropes and into the ring. He jumps towards the corner, one foot on the second rope and the other on the top rope. Taking off his black shirt that has the sleeves cut off, it say's "Sinners are Winners" On the front in bold white letters and takes it off, much to the delight of the ladies in attendance before throwing it in the face of some fat guy in the front row and flipping him off. As he jumps down from the top turnbuckle, he leans back in the corner and waits for the ref to start the match.

Justin: And the final participant! From "The Rose City" of Portland, Oregon, weighing 187 pounds ... Johnny Ajax!

"Slander" by Doctor Acula plays across the sound system and the popular junior heavyweight, Johnny Ajax, races out from the backstage area. He arrives at the ringside area and leaps up onto the ring apron, then jumps over the ropes and onto the corner middle turnbuckle. Ajax poses on the top turnbuckle before entering the ring, hops down, walks a couple of laps around the ring, and then sits on the top turnbuckle.

Adams: This is going to be a great way to... hey look who just arrived!

Simone: Now what's Christian Underwood doing out here?

Christian underwood arrives at ringside and he beckons Justin over to the ropes. The ring announcer leans through the top and middle rope for the boss to whisper to him, then as Christian nods in confirmation, he steps back and makes his way toward the back as Justin goes to make an announcement.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Christian Underwood has declared that this match is now an opening round match in the SCW Roulette Championship tournament!

The crowd cheers as the three men inside of the ring look on in surprise!

Adams: Wow! What a decision on the part of the bosses!

Simone: This match just got that much more interesting as one of these three young men will move on to the semi-finals of the Roulette tournament!

As Justin exits the ring, all three men are now on high alert, smiles on their faces at the proclamation they are not in the championship tournament! Lord Raab beckons the Notorious One over to confer, eyeing the smaller Johnny Ajax with sinister intent.

Adams: This doesn't look too good for Johnny Ajax.

No sooner does Alex and Lord Raab nod toward one another and turn around to face the younger, smaller opposition, than Johnny races across the ring and nails both men with a double dropkick, knocking them both off of their feet!

Simone: And Johnny Ajax isn't going to wait for them to come to him!

Jacob calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Johnny Ajax jumps right over the fallen Alex Kaelin, and he goes to work on Lord Raab, sending him hard into the near corner and races right in after him and jumps, plowing into him with a cannonball avalanche! Johnny then goes after Alex who is standing up and the two begin to trade punches!

Adams: Boy these plonkers are really going at it!

Simone: Plonkers? Have you been watching that damn 'Fools and Horses' again?

Adams: Certainly not -- Roooooodney!

The larger Alex Kaelin gets the upper hand on Johnny, delivering a hard shot to the head, followed up with a boot to the midsection, doubling the smaller man over. He grabs Johnny by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes and as he comes off the ropes, Alex swings for a clothesline but Johnny ducks under and goes for a crucifix rollup but then slides down his back for a sunset flip instead!

1.....
2.....
Kickout by Alex.

Johnny Irish whips Kaelin into the near corner and goes right in after him but Alex tries to lash out with both feet. Johnny grabs him by the feet, blocking it, then sets him up on the top turnbuckle and dropkicks him, sending the Notorious One tumbling down all the ay to the hard building floor!

Simone: That fall could spell the end of Alex Kaelin's quest here tonight!

Adams: These guys aren't wasting time, are they?

Simone: They are not, and now that the three have been surprisingly entered into the championship tournament, its a small wonder as to why.

Johnny starts to climb up the corner to jump out onto Kaelin, when Lord Raab tucks his head down between Ajax's legs and brings him from out of the corner and collapses backward in an Electric Chair drop, driving Johnny into the canvas! Lord Raab wastes no time in rolling over into the cover.

1.....
2.....
Ajax kicks out.

Lord Raab starts stomping and punching Ajax. He drags Johnny roughly to his feet and whips him into the corner and hits him with a number of boxing punches him repeatedly as Jacob tries to intervene.

Adams: I don't know why he's bothering. I don't think you can disqualify someone in a triple threat match.

Simone: If it's not elimination, then I don't believe you can.

Lord Raab then stomps on Ajax, driving him down into the canvas and chokes him with a boot to the throat. Jacob pulls him off but not for long and Lord Raab starts his assault on Ajax again. Lord Raab pulls him from the corner and scoops him up for a body slam that shakes the canvas, then drops a leg across the neck. Lord Raab covers him a second time.

1.....

2.....Ajax kicks out.

Lord Raab starts getting frustrated and tosses Ajax to the outside and follows. As Lord Raab grabs a handful of Johnny's hair to begin his attack, Alex Kaelin attacks Lord Raab from behind, clubbing him in the back and sending him hard against the railing! Alex grabs him by his mask and beats his head off of the announce table.

Simone: Hey! Watch it!

Adams: He broke my nachos!

Alex whips Lord Raab into the steel ring post, and lands a couple shots to his ribs. Kaelin then turns around and clotheslines Ajax to the arena floor as he attempts to rise and resume the fight. He does the cut-throat sign, and picks up Johnny Ajax for a vertical suplex onto the concrete but Johnny wriggles out and reverses it, dropping down behind Kaelin and nailing him with his own German suplex right on the floor!

Simone: Oh this has just turned into pure chaos!

Adams: Blame the bosses! That's what happens when you dangle gold in front of someone!

Johnny stands up and basks in the cheers of the fans but Lord Raab clubs him from behind and sends him into the steps! Lord Raab rolls Johnny Ajax back into the ring, and covers him.

1.....
2.....
Johnny kicks out.

Lord Raab then slams Ajax and follows it up by placing him into position for a powerbomb, but Johnny hangs on and grabs the top rope, rolling though and dumping Raab to the ringside floor! Johnny then uses the top rope to vault back into the ring but is a sitting ducks as Alex Kaelin leaps off of the top rope, taking out Ajax with a big flying clothesline! Alex covers Johnny and grabs a handful of tights for added measure!

1.....
2....
No! Ajax gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Even with the tights he couldn't put Johnny away!

Alex takes Ajax and throws him into the corner. Alex runs in but gets floored by a spinebuster from Lord Raab! Raab jackknifes him in half for the cover!

1.....
2....
Ajax breaks up the count!

Adams: Wrestling can be a lot like real estate! Location, location, location!

Ajax then throws Lord Raab back into the corner with an Irish whip and comes flying in with a dropkick with nowhere for Raab to go! Johnny then grabs Lord Raab's arm and goes 'Old School' on the top rope, jumping off and taking Raab down with a springboard hurricanrana! Johnny rolls over atop of him for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Alex Kaelin breaks it up!

Alex peels Johnny up, tucks his head between his knees and wraps his arms around the back of his knees and drops him in a piledriver! Alex with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Johnny gets his shoulder up!

Alex hits a Russian leg sweep on Ajax. Alex grabs Ajax and goes for an Irish whip but Ajax reverses it and Kaelin counters with a float-over DDT, planting Johnny's head right into the canvas! Alex with the cover, hooking the leg with one hand and another handful of tights with the other!

1.....
2.....
Lord Raab breaks it up!

Lord Raab grabs Kaelin and drops him with a short-arm clothesline! Lord Raab then grabs the fallen Johnny Ajax from behind into a full nelson and rakes his forehead across the top rope, then proceeds to headbutt him in the back of the skull once, twice, three times! Lord Raab then grabs him into a chickenwing hold and brings him over with an armtrap German suplex! Raab with the cover!

1.......
2........
Kaelin breaks it up!

Adams: Sooooo close!

Simone: These three young men are giving it all they've got to walk away the winner here!

Kaelin and Lord Raab engage in a slugfest, trading hard blows to each others faces until Alex blocks a right hand and drives a knee into Lord Raab's stomach and quickly takes him over with an overhead belly to belly, but as he stands Johnny runs up from behind and bulldogs Alex down into the mat!

Adams: Boy you can't take your eyes off of anyone in this match!

Johnny jumps off the ropes with a Lionsault, hooking the leg straight away.

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Lord Raab drags Jacob away from finishing the count!

Adams: He put his hands on a referee!

Simone: Not the usual tactic to stop a count but it could prove to be a costly one!

Raab pushes his way past Jacob who is admonishing him for touching him, and Johnny dives onto his with fists swinging, but Lord Raab throws him down to the mat! Johnny jumps right back up and ducks a clothesline from Lord Raab and jumps back, connecting with a high leg lariat! Johnny goes to send him into the far corner but Lord Raab reverses it! Johnny runs up the corner and jumps back, attempting another hurricanrana, but Raab catches him and drives him down with a sit out powerbomb!

Simone: What a counter! I think it's over for Johnny Ajax

Lord Raab stands up and turns around, and walks right into Alex Kaelin's Broken Promises! He kicks Lord Raab out of the ring and as Johnny fights to rise, Alex comes up upon him and hits the Curb Stomp! He throws Ajax over onto his back and hooks the leg, grabbing the tights AGAIN!

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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: Alex Kaelin wins! He's the first to advance!

Simone: But was the handful of tights really needed?

The crowd boos as Alex Kaelin pulls his arm away from the referee and stands tall, sneering at the jeering crowd.

Justin: Here is your winner, advancing to the second round of the Roulette Championship tournament ... 'THE NOTORIOUS' ALEX Kaelin!




Liz Smalls is walking down the hallway, towards catering, tweeting from her phone without a care in the world when she nearly collides with someone. She could see a faint shadow as she glared down at her phone, stopping her dead in her tracks. She looked up, shouting before even realizing who it was.

Liz Smalls: You should WATCH where you're….

Liz stops, noticing its Drake Green. She stares at her friend.

Liz Smalls: Drake...sorry. I thought you were someone else.

Drake, standing in a blue suit and trailing his case, smiles at her.

Drake: Who did you expect, Misty?

Liz Smalls: Maybe. I know she's lurking around here somewhere. I promised Caleb I would stay away from her until my concussion heals.

She glances back down at her phone, sending a tweet.

Liz Smalls: Have you seen the crusty dusty anyway? Should I be running the other way or something?

Drake: That's not very nice, you know. Anyway, no, I haven't seen her. And I kinda hope that I don't.

He runs his hand through his messy hair.

Drake: What are you doing here anyway?

Liz Smalls: I'm here with Caleb. I had the day off from my movie so I came to support him. I'll be honest, didn't expect to run into you.

She points a finger at him.

Liz Smalls: You almost got me in trouble B T W! Our little hangout sesh was the talk of twitter the next day, I so owe you a slap for that.

Liz giggles, looking over her shoulder, she's obviously not wanting any part of Misty tonight.

Drake: Dude, don't blame me. People kinda stalk me sometimes. How's that working out for you by the way...with Caleb?

Liz Smalls: Its going good. I really like him. He treats me good, which is something I can't really say about anyone else I've talked to like that. What about you and...whoever it is, I forget her name. Aren't you taking someone to a concert or something?

Drake laughs.

Drake: I think you're confusing a couple people. But Trishelle is pretty cool. I think she's around here somewhere but I don't know…

He changes the subject awfully fast.

Drake: How's the movie?

Liz's eyes light up at the mention of her movie, she gets animated.

Liz Smalls: O M G its going soooo good! Everyone on set is really cool. Its funny because in wrestling, most people hold some grudge against me because I MAY have been umm...rude when I was 19. But, I was a little girl then! I'm a grown...changed woman now. I don't get the rudeness on set, people embrace me and I love it.

She plays with the phone in her hand.

Liz Smalls: Can I ask you something Drake?

Drake lets go of his case, setting it on the floor and moving it out of the way of people walking by in the hall, and then leans up against the wall.

Drake: Sure, what's up?

Liz Smalls: What do you think about the whole acting thingy? I know you do it too, I'm not gonna lie, I LOVE wrestling...but I don't like the attitudes and the people that just want to hurt me for no reason. I'm falling more and more in love with my acting career. Buuuut...if I take more time off than I originally planned, it would just cause people to get on my case even more, wouldn't it?

He rubs the stubble on his chin for a moment and thinks about how to answer her question before responding.

Drake: It's kind of a lose/lose, honestly. With me...my passion is here, in wrestling. It always will be, but I'm learning that my body may not always agree with me and it's time to start at least planning on life after wrestling. I don't want to be one of those sixty year old men still dropping elbows, you know? That being said, I'm ten years older than you. You gotta do what's in your heart and fuck what everyone else says.

Liz Smalls: I love wrestling, I'm just tired of getting hurt. Maybe its just that I wrestle sooo much, cutting back is probably the best option. But….

She pauses awkwardly for a moment, both of them seem to be avoiding eye contact for the most part.

Liz Smalls: I should probably get to catering. I'm like, starving. Are the salads any good here?

Before Drake can even respond, Liz shouts, even louder.

Liz Smalls: OH! And do they have Twizzlers? They are Caleb's favorite and I wanna get some for him before his big match!

Drake smiles at her.

Drake: I actually have no clue. I never eat at those things. Look…

Drake steps a bit closer to her.

Drake: Just make sure he's nice to you, ok? That guy...just make sure.

Liz looks confused.

Liz Smalls: That guy what? What about him?

He leans in close so no one hears what he has to say.

Drake: He strikes me as kind of a dick.

Liz Smalls: I think you just haven't got to know him well enough yet. He's a great guy. He's new here, so I know alot of people are going to test him, which is why I'm here.

Liz giggles a little, putting a hand on Drake's shoulder.

Liz Smalls: If anyone tries hurting my boyfriend, I'm soooo slapping them!

Drake laughs out loud.

Drake: Ok, just making sure. I don't want anyone messing with my Liz.

Liz removes her hand from Drake's shoulder, smiling at the comment he made.

Liz Smalls: Well, thankies...I appreciate you looking out for me. I-I would like to hang out again sometime, you know, after I clear it with Caleb and you clear it with Trish whatever her name is…if you want to?

Drake: I do...and I'm pretty sure I don't need permission so...you let me know. I think I still owe you a shopping trip.

Liz Smalls: You'll buy me shoes!?!?

Liz looks around, placing a hand over her mouth, not realizing initially how loud she was. Noticing nobody looking in their direction, she whispers this time.

Liz Smalls: I just love shoes...sorry.

Drake whispers back.

Drake: Me too.

Liz Smalls: I mean, we're allowed to be friends. There's nothing wrong with friends going shopping together. Caleb will understand. I'll just buy him something nice when we're out.

Drake: It's a date then…

Liz smiles.

Liz Smalls: Okies...just let me know when. Have a good night Drake.

Liz looks down as she walks past the SCW Superstar, heading towards catering.




Connor Murphy's theme plays and the man himself steps out into the arena. Smiling he slaps the hands of fans that rush to the barricades on his way to the ring. Climbing on the apron, he slides between the ropes and begins to play to the crowd before reaching for a microphone and motioning for silence.

Connor Murphy: I'm out here to talk about what is going to happen later on tonight in the main event when Steve Ramone and yours truly get to step in the ring and go for the gold.

His lips curl into a roguish grin as he paces along the ring apron and winks at Belinda at the announce table.

Simone: He should be paying attention to what he is doing instead of winking at the girls.

Adams: I think he is trying to get your attention Belinda, maybe he has a crush on you.

Connor again addresses the crowd of fans who are chanting his name.

Connor Murphy: I know I know that you want to see NXT once again on top but I have to tell you…I don't just like being on top if you know what I mean…

Once more he winks at Belinda who is just shaking her head.

Connor Murphy: But let's get serious shall we? I want everyone here in the arena to know that even though NXT is on the shelf according to Spike Staggs, there is nothing stopping Steve Ramone and I from bringing it back. And that is what we are going to do tonight. Win lose or draw, nothing is going to stop us!

With that, Connor raises his arms in the air as he drops the microphone. Quickly getting out of the ring, Murphy heads to the backstage area where he is greeted by staff as he taps their hands and moves towards the locker room area. Turning the corner, he spies Misty standing nearby and moves to lean against the wall beside her.

Connor Murphy: I saw you got yourself a pale imitation of your one and only favourite irish rogue. Congrats. But I also saw that you mentioned about turning lesbian on twitter during all the drama m'love. So I just wanted ta ask ya, if that is the case, did ya want to be my wingman? Ya see, I am going to tell you a secret…

Connor looks around the backstage area as if he was about to reveal who shot Kennedy. Misty gives him a curious look before checking out the hall herself. Connor leans forward and lowers his voice to a deep whisper.

Connor Murphy: Secret is…I'm a lesbian too.

Misty smacks Connor's arm and stomps off without saying a word in disgust. Connor rubs at the arm as he watches her walk off.

Connor Murphy: So that's a no then?




Zuri Chastain is sitting inside her locker room just thinking about somethings when her twin sister bursts into the room. Blanca walks to where Zuri is sitting and just stands there.

Blanca Chastain: Have you received any of my text messages?

Zuri just stares at the floor not paying attention to her sister.

Blanca Chastain: Zuri, why won't you talk to me?

Zuri slowly lifts her eyes up toward Blanca but remains silent.

Blanca Chastain: What did Mercedes do to you? I have tried getting a hold of you on multiple occasions. Will you please talk to me?

Zuri stands to her feet and looks directly in her sister's eyes. She shakes her head and goes to walk away from her. Blanca grabs her arm and turns her around. She gets right in Zuri's face.

Blanca Chastain: Don't you dare turn your back on me Zuri. You will not leave this locker room until you say something to me.

Zuri gives a soft smirk while glaring at her sister.

Zuri: Shut up

Zuri yanks her arm out of her sister's grip and heads toward the locker room door. Blanca is standing their a little stunned after watching Zuri leave the locker room.




The bell sounds as we see referee Holly Wood standing in the ring, next to her is ring announcer Justin Decent.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall…!

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: Making his way to the ring from New Orleans, Louisiana... weighing in at 200 pounds, Hydro!

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.

Simone: Hydro was pretty hyped up coming into his debut match at Climax Control 99! And although he gave it his all, he still fell short in his debut match against Andrew Watts.

Adams: Yeah that was an interesting match, Hydro seemed to have it in the bag at one point, but Watts really came out of nowhere and snatched that one away.

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

Justin: And his opponent…

"The Bad Guy" by Bronx Casket Company blared throughout the arena, across the PA systems as slowly on the stage entered Gavin Stephens.. He was flanked by a lovely blonde lady by the name of Mikah, as the two stood on stage. A smoke like substance flowing up around them as he stood there, chewing on his gum and smiling as he slid his arm around her and whispered a few things. Then the couple made their way down the ramp towards the ring, arriving into the ringside area soon after the fans booed.

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Mikah, from Superior, Wisconsin... weighing in at 223 pounds, Gavin Stephens!

Though - they seemed entirely too preoccupied going over strategies or something, chatting back and forth as they had to come to a stop by the steps. Mikah ascended them, while Gavin hopped up onto the apron nearby and taunted the crowd to quite the negative reaction.

Simone: Gavin made his debut alongside Alex Kaelin, the two teamed up against JT Midas and Caleb Houston of the Players Club… and they fell short as Gavin was pinned by Caleb in a hard fought battle.

Adams: Now he looks for some Players Club revenge as he takes on what many people are calling the prodigy member of the Players Club!

When Mikah met him on the steps, the two entered the ring together and shared a quick kiss. Then Gavin proceeded to taunt the fans about having been able to do that as he stares at his opponent from his side of the ring.

Adams: Holly Wood is checking Hydro… I feel bad for him!

Holly Wood is seen patting down Hydro, making sure there is nothing illegal on him, and whoa! Hydro takes a huge smack to the butt from Holly Wood! Hydro's eyes open wide as Holly Wood winks at Hydro, making her way over to Gavin.

Simone: Typical, Gavin's turn.

Just as Holly Wood walks over to Gavin, Mikah stops her in her tracks, standing in front of her with her hands on her hips. Holly Wood arches an eyebrow as Mikah yells something to her. Holly Wood and Mikah have a slight exchange and then Holly Wood shakes her head, signalling for the bell without checking Gavin.

Simone: Wow, I guess Mikah doesn't want Holly Wood anywhere near her man, I can't blame her.

Adams: Lucky for Gavin. Speaking of Gavin being luck, wow Mikah is…

Simone: Shut it!

DING!
DING!
DING!

The two men circle around each other for a few seconds, keeping their eyes on one another as they slowly move in towards each other. The lock up in the center of the ring and Gavin gets the early edge as he forces Hydro into the ropes. Gavin follows as he hits a knee to the back of Hydro, forcing him to hunch over the ropes where Gavin begins to push Hydro's head, digging his throat into the top rope. Holly Wood immediately calls for a break, but Gavin holds on, forcing Holly Wood to start a count!

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

Gavin shakes his head, breaking the hold and grabbing Hydro and sending him into the opposite side of the ropes. Hydro comes off the ropes and is dropped quickly with a clothesline. Gavin then picks Hydro back up, hitting a huge thigh to the gut, and putting him into a side headlock. Hydro tries to breakout but, Gavin wrenches on the neck and head even more causing Hydro to drop to one knee. Gavin digs his knee into the upper thigh of Hydro for a few seconds, and Gavin then releases the hold and bounces off the ropes and delivers a basement dropkick right to the face of Hydro causing his head to bounce off the mat hard. Gavin smirks, throwing his arms in the air as Mikah shouts in excitement from outside of the ring! Hydro slowly makes his way to his feet, but he walks straight into Gavin who delivers a butterfly backbreaker, followed by a quick pin!

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

Simone: Gavin is really bringing it to Hydro here early on in this match! Hydro better find a way back into this match quick, or it doesn't look like it is going to end well for him!

Adams: It's early so, we'll have to wait and see, a lot can still happen.

Gavin picks Hydro back up off the mat, grappling him viciously and sending him into a nearby turnbuckle. Gavin comes charging in right after and delivers a running knee strike to the chest of Hydro. Gavin smirks, following that up by a quick DDT that sends Hydro to the ground! Gavin rolls out of the ring, grabbing the foot of Hydro and dragging Hydro out of the ring. Gavin throws Hydro towards the barricade, his back smashing into it as Gavin runs at Hydro and hits a running knee to the gut of Hydro, sending his lower back crashing into the bend of the barricade! Gavin pulls Hydro close to him, hitting a knee to the gut and then delivers a double underhook suplex. Gavin grabs Hydro from the ground, sending him back into the ring, and following. The quick cover by Gavin, Holly Wood with the count!

...1
...2
Hydro is able to kick out again!

Gavin shakes his head, wanting to end this as quick as possible, as he sits on his knees, catching his breath for a quick second. Hydro rolls onto his side, holding the back of his neck in pain.

Simone: Gavin is really trying to send a message here so far, and he is doing a damn good job at it. It doesn't look like Hydro has much left.

Adams: Calm down Simone, don't count Hydro out… he is part of the Players Club!

Simone: Oh, and that is supposed to be so impressive right?

Gavin quickly hops onto Hydro, digging his knee into the upper back of Hydro, wrapping his arms around the face of Hydro as he pulls back in some sort of crossface variation. Hydro screams out in pain as Holly Wood asks if he wants to give it up but, Hydro screams out “no!" as he looks towards the ropes and sees he is only a few feet away from them. Hydro begins to dig and crawl towards the ropes gaining some ground with each movement before finally, he grabs the bottom rope forcing Holly Wood to ask Gavin to break the hold, which he doesn't do. Holly Wood starts the count!

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

Gavin finally lets go, shaking his head as he stands up and bumps his shoulder against Holly Wood's as he walks by. Holly Wood shakes his/her head as Hydro quickly slides under the ropes and down to the floor to catch his breath and break up the momentum of Gavin but, Gavin has other plans as he slides out to the floor behind Hydro and sending him shoulder first into the nearest set of steel steps! Hydro holds his shoulder in pain, yelling out as Holly Wood yells at Gavin to get back into the ring. Gavin then picks up Hydro and quickly delivers a European uppercut to Hydro, sending him back first against the ring. Gavin rolls Hydro back into the ring, entering it and… punting Hydro straight in the face! Gavin goes for the cover!

...1
...2
Hydro just barely kicks out at the last second!

Gavin is shocked as he starts to argue with Holly Wood about a slow count! Gavin and Holly Wood go at it for quite some time, mouthing back and forth with each other, Mikah even shouting some things from outside the ring at Holly Wood!

Adams: Hydro just doesn't seem to have it tonight, he's showing a few signs of life, kicking out and grabbing the ropes on that submission. But right now it really is all Gavin.

Simone: The way I see it, Gavin could put Hydro away whenever he wants to, he's just trying to send a message or something.

Gavin turns around after his mini argument with Holly Wood. Hydro is on a knee, trying to get back to his feet. Gavin grabs Hydro, and picks Hydro up and sends him into the ropes. Hydro comes off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline attempt by Gavin and hits the ropes once more. He comes off the ropes and delivers a jumping forearm smash to the head of Gavin who stumbles back. Hydro then follows up with a clothesline that sends Gavin down to the mat. Hydro staggers around the ring for a few seconds, trying to keep his balance as Gavin is quick to his feet. Gavin goes for a clothesline but Hydro ducks it again as he wraps Gavin up and quickly sends him into the ropes. Gavin comes off the ropes and Hydro quickly delivers a cross body to Gavin and stays on top for a cover!

...1
...2
Gavin is quick to kickout!

Hydro then picks Gavin back up and sends him into the corner. Hydro charges in and delivers a splash to Gavin in the corner! Gavin staggers towards the center of the ring as Hydro launches for the ropes, bouncing off of the middle rope and… springboard tornado DDT! What a move! Hydro then stands to his feet, taunting Gavin, signaling for something as he makes his way towards the nearest turnbuckle. Hydro begins to climb it…

Simone: Wow, Hydro actually showing some signs of life here…

Adams: I told you, don't count out the Players Club!

Hydro makes his way to the top rope but before he can jump, he notices Mikah up on the apron, shouting at him. Hydro turns his attention to Mikah, pointing a finger at her and yelling something her way. Mikah mouths back at Hydro and then Holly Wood finally gets in between them, telling Mikah to get down. As this is going on, Gavin springs to his feet and quickly hops up the turnbuckle, delivering a vicious punch to the inner thigh of Hydro, forcing him to lose balance and… split the turnbuckle with his legs! Hydro yells out in pain as he falls forward onto the canvas. Mikah smirks, hopping back down to ringside, Holly Wood yelling at her once more as Mikah ignores her, cheering for Gavin!

Simone: Wow, and it looks like Hydro lost his focus… again!

Adams: Mikah should be banned from ringside after that! What a little…

Simone: She technically didn't do anything illegal. Hydro should have just ignored her, and taken out Gavin.

Gavin walks over to Hydro who is beaten up pretty bad. Gavin grabs Hydro, lifting him up to his feet, and delivering a vicious knee to the gut of Hydro. Hydro staggers backwards as Gavin pushes Hydro back, Hydro hits the ropes and comes back looking for a spinning heel kick! Gavin catches his leg in mid air and… RYNO! Gavin somehow turns the spinning heel kick attempt into an over the shoulder single leg Boston crab! The move he calls RYNO!

Simone: RYNO!

Adams: Rip You A New One! I love that name!

Simone: Hydro is nowhere near the ropes, this can not be good!

Hydro screams out in pain, as Gavin locks the RYNO in tight. Hydro has nowhere to go, nothing to do! Holly Wood gets close, making sure she can see Hydro's hands. Hydro is in the move for a good 5 or 6 seconds, but the pain is just too much for him to take…

TAP!
TAP!
TAP!

Justin: Here is your winner, Gavin Stephens!

Mikah rolls into the ring, throwing her arms around the neck of her husband who raises an arm in the air as his music plays, and he finally gets to feel victory here in SCW!

Simone: Wow! And that is all for Hydro! Gavin with his first win here in SCW, and Hydro falls short… yet again!

Adams: Hydro just can't catch a break, the poor guy keeps getting unlucky!

Simone: Unlucky?! He choked, two matches in a row… that has nothing to do with luck.

Mikah raises Gavin's arm as they stand in the center of the ring. Gavin has a confident grin on his face as Mikah nods her head up and down, showing off her husband. The two show off in the ring for a few more seconds, receiving a mixture of boos and cheers from the fans.




The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Necra's servant girl Sara walking along. Her small frame was hidden behind the pure white toga that she wore, and her long blond hair framed her face. She rounds the corner and accidentally runs into someone. She looks up, and sees Delia standing in front of her, along with the rest of the Mean Girls.

Sara: Please excuse me... I didn't see you there.

Delia looks down at the water spilled on her black dress, and she scoffs at this. She clinches the bottle in her hands, causing the rest of the contents to spray everywhere before she drops the bottle to the ground.

Delia: You really should pay attention to where you are going… Z'is dress is expensive, and you should be happy z'at I was not drinking somes'ing z'at could have ruined it.

Mercedes Vargas leans in and whispers something to Delia that immediately turns her frown upside down, into a quite wicked smile. She takes a step backward as she studies Sara closely, her smile intensifying as she does so.

Sara: I'm sorry ma'am. I didn't see you there, and... My Goddess will pay for any damages that I have caused...

Sara looks like a trapped animal as she tries to find a way by Mercedes and Delia. Delia and Mercedes join with Angelica and Veronica as the four ladies form a wall that Sara cannot pass through. Delia gently taps her chin as she thinks something over in a very careful manner. She finally cracks a sweet smile as she shakes her head from side to side.

Delia: No, no darling… z'at will not be necessary, I assure…

Sara starts to shake, and looks at Delia with her sparkling blue eyes.

Sara: Ma'am, I beg of you to let me pass... My Goddess will be looking for me, and...

Delia: Darling, why do you shake so? Is somes'ing wrong? Are you… scared?

Sara nods her head, trying to hide her fear to a degree, causing it to come across as heavily forced. Delia winks, and then flips her own blonde hair over her shoulder.

Delia: Oh, please, don't be afraid. Z'ere is absolutely no reason to be… not yet anyway.

Mercedes: Maybe we could show her what her Goddess does to the Mean Girls each and every week with group attacks?

Veronica: Yeah, her and her little friends attack us from behind, yet we're called the bullies…

Angelica: She is one of them, after all. It would make sense to beat her down right here and right now, with that camera over there rolling…

The three Mean Girls walk forward as Delia stalls. As they back Sara up against a wall, Delia snaps her fingers, drawing their attention back to her. Delia sashays between them, taking the forefront as she looks right at Sara from down her nose.

Delia: What kind of message would z'at send to Daughters of Darkness? To z'e fans? I mean, we claim to be nice, so shouldn't we act z'e part?

Mercedes: Um, no…

Delia: Oh… you're right..

Before Sara can protest more than a scared scream, Delia cold cocks her with the Bombshell Championship. As Sara's head bumps against the wall, Angelica walks over to the cameraman, wrestling the camera away from him. She turns it around as she approaches an unconscious Sara. The Mean Girls begin stomping away at her as Delia drops down to her knees, slapping her with all of her might as she taunts her.

Delia: Will you be so KIND as to deliver a message to z'e Goddes of z'e DULL?! Tell her z'at nobody… NOBODY… messes wi's Delia FUUUUUUCKING DARLING!!!

Delia stands up as the Mean Girls disperse. She drapes her Bombshell Championship over Sara's face before extending her elbow. She strikes a gorgeous model pose before dropping her elbow down on top of the belt, crushing Sara's face in the process. She picks her belt up, revealing Sara's bloodied nose and busted lip. She places the belt back on her shoulder as she looks over to Mercedes and Veronica.

Delia: Now… can I trust z'e two of you to deliver z'is message to Necra?

Mercedes and Veronica look to one another, sneering wickedly before nodding their head. They reach down and start pulling Sara's unconscious body across the floor as Delia pulls a tissue from her pocket, wiping the spots of blood from her belt. She makes a disgusted face as she walks with them, dropping the tissue into a trashcan as Angelica follows, watching them deposit Sara in front of the Daughters of Darkness locker room. Angelica sets the camera down on the ground so that we can watch the group walk off together in their entirety.




We cut backstage where we see Andrew Watts walking; dressed in a pair of Diesel boot cut jeans, and a black t-shirt. We take focus on the t-shirt, zooming in on the chest for a quick second, reading the word “REJECT" in white. We zoom back out as we follow Watts who continues to walk. Watts turns a corner, and he is met by Ms. Rocky Mountains. Watts stops, smirking at her as she flashes a smile back to him. We close in on them as they begin to speak.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You said you wanted to see me?

She smirks; dressed in her usual revealing type outfit, her breasts nearly ripped out of her shirt as she stares towards Watts.

Andrew Watts: I did, I was hoping we could do an interview?

She nods her head.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Sure! Another one? It hasn't been too long since our previous interview.

Andrew Watts: Yeah, well this one is a little different. There's a few more things that need to be put out there.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I see, well what is it about? Something you forgot to mention about your match or?

Andrew pauses for a second, shaking his head as he stares back at Ms. Rocky Mountains with a confident smirk.

Andrew Watts: Nope, I think I got everything off of my chest about that. This one is actually more about the final question you asked me during that interview, remember that one?

Ms. Rocky Mountains pauses for a second, she seems to have forgotten. Watts shakes his head as he continues

Andrew Watts: You asked what my plans are here in SCW, and well… I told you I couldn't spoil that completely, and I gave you a bit of a side story to make up for it. Well, I think the time is about right for me to give out the spoilers to what is about to happen to the SCW world…

Watts smirks as Ms. Rocky Mountains stares back with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. Her eyes open a bit more wide than usual as Watts continues.

Andrew Watts: You see, Sin City Wrestling is about to encounter something it has never seen before. It is about to go through a change that nobody has ever thought could happen. Sin City Wrestling is about to see… oh, hey bitch, about time.

Watts cuts himself off mid sentence as he seems to greet someone. He looks over Ms. Rocky Mountain's shoulder, smirking. Our cameras pan behind Ms. Rocky Mountains to see who Watts is talking to, and revealed is Alex Kaelin. Kaelin has a smirk on his face as he stares at the two who stands before him. Ms. Rocky Mountains turns so that she is facing both men, sort of. She looks at Kaelin, then back at Watts, then back at Kaelin again. We notice Kaelin is wearing the same black t-shirt with the word “REJECT" just like Watts is. Kaelin cocks his head up as he begins to speak.

Alex Kaelin: Sup Cunts? You see, Sin City is about to encounter a hostile takeover. I see a lot of people around this company walking around like they are all high and mighty. It means that we are just going to knock them down a peg. Bring them back down to earth. I know that when you bring people as dangerous as us together. And we get on the same page.. Shit is about to go down, and bad things happen to any fucking fool who decides to get in our way. We are here to cause havoc and make everyone's lives a living hell. Me? I'm not a peoples person, in fact I think everyone working in this company are a bunch of cunts. Andrew Watts here? He seems to be disliked by the majority of people in this world, the weird thing about that is, he is actually a really good guy when he chooses to be. The bad part about that? I guess he never really chooses to be. I don't plan on making friends, because I never had that many to begin with. I'll leave the socializing to him… or, maybe to you two…

Kaelin looks behind Watts, clearly talking to someone else as our cameras pan around to see who he is talking to and we see Gavin Stephens, dressed in the same black t-shirt with the word “REJECT" across the chest, standing next to him is his wife Mikah who has a crop like top, more cleavage showing version of the t-shirt on, but nonetheless it still says “REJECT" on it as well. Ms. Rocky Mountains turns so that all four of these superstars are in her sight as they all stare at each other with confidence smirks. Mikah raises an eyebrow in Kaelin's direction before looking at Gavin.

Mikah: Social? That word has never been used to describe me, maybe him but not me. Not that the Bombshell division has anybody in it worth socializing with, trust me on that part. From slow-witted little bitches like I defeated in my first match here with the company to the two twits that I was booked against tonight, there isn't any bitch worthwhile to even talk to. So socializing is out of the question. But that will only make it easier to destroy the sluts that are in that locker room. Their drama queen of a Bombshell champion won't be sitting pretty for long and she'll be back to wishing that she hadn't kicked that other slut out of her little posse.

Before she can continue, Watts cuts in

Andrew Watts: And by other slut, she means that annoying, drama queen bitch Liz Smalls…

Mikah shoots Watts a dirty look, her eyes narrowing at him as he cuts her off. She takes in a deep breath before speaking again.

Mikah: As I was saying...Delia Darling and her other little sycophants that follow her around won't be worth anything once that floozy loses the championship that she's been holding onto for way too long, in my opinion. And for the other twits that run around the locker room usually have no say in anything anyways or are into weird things like unicorns or superhero shit. Or have other jobs that are obviously way more important to them than being a competitor. Doesn't matter what their job title is, I'll dispose of them like the filth they are. Although, I am glad that I don't have cretins like they do in the Bombshell division that run around on Twitter, talking themselves up.

Mikah just simply shrugs before looking at Gavin. Ms. Rocky Mountains has basically become a viewer here, as here job is being done for her by the four superstars. Standing by was Gavin, and yes, the whole Reject shirt was worn here as well. Though he changed it up as he also had a hood on!

Gavin Stephens: Those were all wonderful speeches. Really. Kudos guys, and you to, Mikah. Now me. Now since we've all gotten in the door, we've heard a bunch of names being thrown around.. None of which are ours, unless it's random pretty boys and twitter divas crying constantly about us. That's all about to change, by the way. I mean - not exactly the whole whining about us thing, but, there's going to be actual good things said! Soon enough, nobody will hear of the.. who were they? The Playpen? Something like that.

Watts cuts in yet again…

Andrew Watts: I think it's the Hashtag Club… right?

Kaelin cuts in before anyone can answer...

Alex Kaelin: No, no… it's the Dick Lick Clique

And then it is Mikah, cutting again as well…

Mikah: You're all wrong, it's the who gives a fuck about them club.

Gavin shakes his head as he continues on with what he was saying, ignoring the others.

Gavin Stephens: ... Okay, yes, one of those had to be right. Whatever the case, we're the ones taking over the airwaves from this point forward. We're the ones making all the news.. The futures here, and you're looking right at it. You either accept it, or you suffer the consequences. Just like Hydro has suffered. Just like each and everyone of you will suffer, both before, and after we all find ourselves with championships around our waist.

Ms. Rocky Mountains finally gets a word or two in…

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Wow, I'm… this is impressive. So…

But before she can continue, Watts cuts her off… typical of him.

Andrew Watts: So yeah, it is impressive. Now I was going to say a few things too, but basically these three left me with nothing else to put out there, I think they practically said all there is to say about us. Sin City Wrestling is in for one hell of a roller coaster ride now that it has to deal with the four of us, and everyone on this roster will soon learn what it feels like to be demolished, destroyed, embarrassed. They will all learn the true meaning of chaos, they will all watch their goals and dreams crumble at their feet, by the hands of the four of us. We are four very dangerous people; The Notorious: Alex Kaelin, The Visionary: Gavin Stephens, The Dirty Little Girl: Mikah, and The Outlaw: Andrew Watts… and when you put the four of us together, we are damn sure untouchable, especially in that ring. Nobody stands a chance, and soon enough… everyone will bow, at the feet…

Watts pauses for a second, a cocky grin on his face as he finishes his sentence.

Andrew Watts: of… THE REJECTS!

The four stand confidently, staring at each other and then at the same time, all four stare into the cameras… throwing up a sign which must be the trademark REJECT sign as we focus on them for a few more seconds, before fading out.




Backstage, we see Trishelle Jordan walking with a smile on her face. She passes by many of the members of the SCW crew. As she continues to walk, she stops at a door that is labeled “Drake Green". She looks at the door for a moment with hesitation. Suddenly, she lifts her right hand up and knocks on the door. She crosses her arms over her chest as she awaits the door being opened. The door opens an Drake Green stands there, in a light blue suit, with a tense look on his face. His eyes brighten a bit when he sees her but the look doesn't fade.

Trishelle Jordan: You look a bit stressed, which is understandable. I would be too if I had to be under the same roof as the person that cost me something that was rightfully mine. Not to mention the whole… baby m…

Trishelle suddenly stops herself. She places her hands on hips as she looks down at the floor. Realizing what she said, she slowly looks back up at Drake.

Trishelle Jordan: Look, Drake I'm sorry… I should really learn to shut my damn mouth sometimes.

His shoulders loosen up a bit and he lets out a sigh. He forces a smile and opens up the door.

Drake: I'm sorry, it's ok. It's just been an aggravating couple days. I wish we were still in LA. Come in.

Trishelle eases a smile onto her face. She walks into Drake's rather posh dressing room and looks around.

Trishelle Jordan: You know, this is exactly what I thought that your dressing room would exactly look like. Look, I know you're on edge and me being with you so much really can't help you out that much. I mean, you have so much to deal with. I shouldn't be bothering you so much.

Drake slips off his suit jacket and hangs it up on the hanger. He unbuttons the cuffs on his slim-fitting white dress shirt and turns to Trishelle with a smile and wide eyes.

Drake: Do you really think that I'd rather deal with any of this bullshit than just hang out with you?

Trishelle crosses her arms over her chest and looks over at Drake and lets out a slight chuckle.

Trishelle Jordan: Hey, I can be very weird. I just know that I would probably cut myself off from the world, and deal with everything.

Drake: Yeah, well, maybe I just like you more than I like them.

Drake reaches in to his case and pulls out a bright silver flask. He takes a swig and offers it to Trishelle.

Drake: Nip?

Trishelle slowly looks down at her low-cut dress. Looking down at her cleavage, she slowly looks back up at him.

Trishelle Jordan: Oh, is that slang for swig? You had me thinking…. nevermind.

Drake chuckles as he takes another sip.

Drake: See, that's why I like you.

He sets down the flask and sits on the high chair in front of the vanity that is turned outward.

Drake: Come here for a second.

Trishelle kindly obliges. She walks over to the Drake who is now seated in the chair. She places her left arm on the left armrest and bends over slightly looking at him.

Trishelle Jordan: Yes Mister Green?

He puts his hands on her hips and looks up at her.

Drake: Can I be honest with you?

Trishelle looks Drake in the eyes. After a moment of staring into his miraculous beauties, she speaks.

Trishelle Jordan: Of course you can.

Drake: The whole thing with Gabriel..and Sean...I can handle that stuff. That's easy for me. I'm used to having that target on my back. This thing with Delia...it scares the living shit out of me.

Trishelle nods at Drake.

Trishelle Jordan: That's totally understandable. Look, having a kid is the hardest thing that anyone can go through, especially if they don't want one. It doesn't help matters that it's with… well her.

Drake: I...you ever just do something so stupid and just wish you could take it back?

Trishelle takes her hands and places them on Drake's muscular shoulders. Looking him straight in the eyes, she begins to speak once more.

Trishelle Jordan: I have a lot of things that I wish I could take back. You just have to take them in stride. Just because you two are having a child together, it doesn't mean you are going to be stuck with her forever. There are many things that can be done to assure that.

Drake chuckles.

Drake: Having a child! That's fucking insane.

He reaches for his flask again, taking another swig.

Drake: I have no idea how to be a father, Trishelle. I don't even know how to be a boyfr…

He stops himself. Trishelle looks at him and chuckles.

Trishelle Jordan: If it makes you feel better, I don't think I'd make a good parent either. I just know that when I do have one, it won't be with someone I can't stand. As for being a father, you'll learn. Everyone has to take babysteps.

Drake smiles up at her.

Drake: How's this for baby steps?

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her down closer to him, pressing his lips against hers. After a few moments, Trishelle pulls away from Drake's lips. She smiles at him before she decides to speak.

Trishelle Jordan: I definitely think that was absolutely amazing. Like, that was the best step you've made all week.

Drake: Stay with me tonight…

Trishelle smiles at Drake.

Trishelle Jordan: Stay with you to play board games? I'm a master at Monopoly!

Drake laughs.

Drake: I was thinking more like twister….

Trishelle smirks at Drake.

Trishelle Jordan: I don't know, I'm a session yoga enthusiast… do you really think that's smart?

Drake: Well…

Drake grabs Trishelle's hands and puts them in his.

Drake: ...maybe you could teach me a move or two.

Trishelle smiles as she looks Drake right in the eyes.

Trishelle Jordan: If you're willing to learn, I'm willing to teach whatever you want.

A buzz is heard from Drake's pants.Trishelle lets out a laugh and turns away from Drake for a moment.

Trishelle Jordan: Please tell me that's your phone. Otherwise, I didn't know those things vibrated.

Drake laughs again.

Drake: I wish I could say it was that impressive…

He pulls out his iPhone from his pocket and opens up the text he just received.

Drake: It's Delia.

Trishelle immediately crosses her arms over her chest.

Trishelle Jordan: What does she want?

Drake: She said if I want to talk then I have to do it now.

Trishelle lets out a soft sigh.

Trishelle Jordan: You better do what you want. Never leave a baby momma unhappy.

He lets out a soft sigh and shakes his head, smiling at Trishelle.

Drake: I should go. Will you be here when I get back? I mean...at least in the building somewhere?

Trishelle Jordan: If you want me here, I'll be here.

He stands up and gets close to her. He cups her chin in his left hand and again presses his lips against hers He pulls back after a long moment.

Drake: Meet me here in an hour?

Trishelle Jordan: Be here with bells on.

Drake unrolls his cuffs and buttons them before grabbing his jacket and slipping it on. He goes to open the door but then turns back to her and grabs her one more time. This time the kiss lasts a little bit longer and gets a bit heavier. He lets go and smiles.

Drake: Just in case you get distracted…

Trishelle crosses her arms and looks at Drake with a smile.

Trishelle Jordan: I worked here, there is nothing else here to distract me. You don't have to worry about that.

Drake: I meant with watching the show or something…

Trishelle looks at him with a smile.

Trishelle Jordan: That's exactly what I was talking about.

Drake: Right...see you in a bit.

Trishelle Jordan: I'll be here.




Drew Patton climbs into the ring, joining Justin Decent.

Justin: Our next contest is a Bombshell Triple Threat match, scheduled for one fall to a finish!

The fans cheer!

Justin: Introducing first, making her way down toward the ring! From Los Angeles, California, weighing 125 pounds, making her SCW debut ... Mimi Winters!

"Hit And Run" by Breathe Carolina is playing across the sound system as Mimi jogs up the ring steps and jumps over the ropes to land inside of the ring. She then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and waves to all the cheering fans.

Justin: Her opponent is from New York City, New York, weighing 110 pounds ... Mikah!

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.

Justin: And their opponent hails from Essex, England, weighing 140 pounds ... Jemma Asar!

"The Lucky Ones" by Kerli starts pouring out of the arena's PA system as the room is flooded with a mixture of blue hued lights. The fans are cheering as they await the arrival of Jemma Asar. When she comes out form backstage, she has a huge smile upon her face as she walks to the top of the ramp. Once she has reached the spot, she poses by crossing her arms in front of her and swinging them up. She stands there for a few brief seconds before walking down the ramp towards the ring. The almost 6 foot frame of Jemma comes into play as she is quick to jump onto the ring apron and easily through the top and middle ropes. Her music is still pumping through the PA system as she jumps onto the second rung of the closest turnbuckle and poses the same as she did on the stage. Jemma then hops down and waits off in the far corner as her music fades away.

Drew finishes checking the women and calls for the bell!

Jemma Asar comes out swinging with a clothesline heading towards Mimi. Mimi ducks it and sends a kick to her trim midsection. Mimi hooks Asar in a suplex as Mikah leans up against the turnbuckle yawning obnoxiously and looking quite bored.

Simone: Will you check her out?

Adams: Alright but if my wife gets pissed I'm holding you responsible.

Jemma flips out of the suplex and wraps her arms around Mimi's waist from behind. Jemma runs Mimi into the ropes and rolls her back into a rolling prawn cradle.

1.....
2.....
But the pin is broken up with a dropkick to the side of Asar's head, courtesy of Mikah.

Jemma slowly stands up, glaring at Mikah who just offers her opponent a smile and a shrug, playing her off as indifferent. Jemma stomps right up to her and the two women start arguing until Jemma shoves Mikah back into the ropes and Mikah comes off, hitting her in the head with a forearm smash to the temple. Jemma fights back, answering the gauntlet thrown with her own shot, slapping the taste right out of Mikah's mouth!

Adams: You know I have a funny feeling that these two women aren't that fond of each other.

Simone: The hell you say.

Adams: It's true!

Mikah calls out to Jemma, taunting the woman who just slapped her and Jemma charges right in at her but Mikah uses her own momentum against her and a drop toe hold causes Jemma's face to strike the corner's bottom turnbuckle. Mikah stands on the back of Jemma's neck, pressing her throat against the bottom rope, choking her out when Mimi sneaks up behind him and locks in a sleeper hold.

Simone: The rookie makes a surprisingly smart move, catching Mikah from behind like that.

Mikah is flailing her arms around like crazy, trying to keep active to prevent herself from being put to sleep! She reaches for the ropes to force a break when Jemma Asar regains her composure and slips behind Mimi. She scoops Mimi Winters up onto her shoulders in a foreman's carry and dumps her off over her head, and right onto her bended knee in a gut buster!

Adams: Gabriel's sister is a sneaky little thing!

Jemma Asar then walks over to Mikah and picks her up back to a vertical base and forces her into the corner. She hoists Mikah up and deposits her onto the top of the corner, and then follows her up. Jemma hooks her head for what looks like a superplex, when Mimi stands up and sets her head in between Asar's legs. Asar has no idea what's happening as she is brought from out of the corner on Mimi's shoulders. Mikah sees the opportunity and she quickly stands upright on the top of the corner and leaps off, striking Jemma Asar from her precarious position with a missile dropkick, sending her toppling to the canvas!

Simone: Very smart move on Mikah's part! I'm not sure it's what Mimi had planned but it did get the job done.

Mikah tries for a quick cover!

1.....
2.....
Mimi quickly breaks it up, dragging her off of Jemma!

Mimi throws Mikah aside by her long, blonde hair and then covers Jemma herself!

1.....
2.....
Mikah grabs Mimi by the hair and returns the favor, throwing her off!

Adams: Well that teamwork didn't last long, did it?

Mikah quickly stands up and shoves Mimi back a step and Mimi, not backing down, shoves Mikah right back. Mikah then lashes out with a boot to the stomach, doubling her over at the waist and she throws a few punches at Mimi, forcing the rookie back against the ropes. Mikah then Irish whips her off of the ropes and bounces off of the other side. Mimi comes back swinging but Mikah ducks behind her, grabs her by the arms and brings her back over with a dragon suplex!

1.....
2.....
Jemma comes off the middle turnbuckle in the near corner, landing atop Mikah's bridged belly with a frog splash!

Adams: Oh that'll knock the wind out of ya!

Mikah rolls around, clutching her sore stomach, and Jemma drags her up and throws her into the ropes. Mikah comes rebounding off and Jemma scoops her up and drops her in a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker! She throws Mikah off of her knee and covers her, hooking the leg!

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

Jemma stands up and Mimi charges her, only to be met with a hairpull backbreaker. Mimi clutches her back and Jemma brings her down with a Russian legsweep, rolling through into a cover.

1.....
2.....
Mimi kicks out!

Simone: Gabriel's little sister seems to have taken control of this match.

Adams: That never lasts in a triple threat.

Simone: Amazing reversal. Don't think that I just like the insanity. I'm one for technique too.

Jemma starts to rise when she takes a front dropkick to the face. Mikah then grabs Jemma and brings her down hard with an inverted neck breaker. Mikah with the cover.

1…..
2…..
Jemma gets her shoulder up.

Simone: None of these three young women want to call it quits.

Mikah then quickly scrambles over onto Mimi, going for another cover.

Adams: I guess it didn't work on one, try the other.

1.....
2.....
But Jemma Asar quickly knocks her off.

Jemma picks up Mikah and hooks her arms for a double arm DDT. Mikah struggles and Jemma tries to shift her around when Mimi brings her down with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head, knocking Jemma clean off of her!

Simone: Smart move there by the rookie!

Mimi goes for the cover on Jemma!

1.....
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But Mimi forgets about Mikah who quickly gets involved with the situation, causing the pin to be broken up.

Mikah grabs Mimi and drags the caught off guard rookie to her feet and nails a French TKO!

Adams: The Mikahangelo!

Mikah makes the cover!

1.....
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Jemma dives to break it up!
3!

The bell rings, bringing the match to a close!

Justin: The winner of this contest ... MIKAH!

The crowd boos as Mikah avoids having her hand raised by the official and she ducks out of the ring. Mimi is slowly recovering as Jemma stares hard at Mikah who waves 'bye-bye' toward her as she backs up the aisle.




The camera cuts to Drake Green walking down a hallway. He gets to a door marked ‘DARLING' and opens it up. Inside is Delia Darling with her arms crossed tapping her foot. She scoffs at the sight of Drake Green, looking away to a clock on the wall, before slowly returning her glare back to Drake.

Delia: What took you so long? I s'ought z'at z'is was supposedly important to you, no?

Drake: Delia...it was four minutes ago. It literally took me that long to walk here.

Delia continues to tap her foot, though it is less out of impatience, and more out of aggravation. She finally stops, her glare only intensifying as she leans off of the makeup counter, taking a few steps closer to Drake as her hand fall down to her hips.

Delia: Where were you? At z'e concessi

Delia uses her most snarky tone as she stares at Drake with fire in her eyes.

Drake: Yes..insult me. That's really going to make this conversation easier. Look we need to talk about this. Are you...ok? So you need anything?

Delia gently clutches onto her stomach as she thinks about Drakes question. She rolls her eyes and turns away from him slightly as she sighs aloud.

Delia: Yes, yes… I am fine, and so is z'e little bastard child of yours as he leeches off of my body like a parasite… As far as my needs, obviously z'ose cannot be met by you if I can't even count on you to be z'ere when needed...

Drake rolls his eyes.

Drake: I didn't ask for this either ok so stop yelling at me like I'm ruining your life. We've been dealt this and you know what...I've been thinking...it's a blessing. Even if it is in disguise…

Delia: Riiiiiiiiiight…. I have to quit smoking because I am now wi's child, and let's not forget my title reign coming to an early close. If only I knew a couple weeks ago so I could have added it to my list of s'ings to be s'ankful for…

Delia looks over to the belt sitting at the makeup table she had just been sitting at moments ago. It holds onto her attention for a long while as she knows what is eventually going to happen. It brings a saddened look to her face as she turns around to face Drake again, but her vulnerability is hidden from him as best she can.

Drake: I'm sorry. I don't wanna come here and argue with you. We can do this. I'll be there...I promise.

Delia can't contain it any longer. She falls into Drake's chest, placing a hand on his shoulder as she sobs. She leans against him for comfort, while lightly punching him on the arm. Drake almost doesn't know how to react to this, but he doesn't have to as Delia drapes his arm around her as she continues to sob.

Delia: I'm… so… scared, Drake… I am not prepared for… z'is! Not at all…

Delia muffles the last part of her statement with Drake's chest as she practically shakes, seeming to try to wrap her mind around what is happening. He wraps his arm around her, holding her and trying to comfort her, as awkward as he feels doing so.

Drake: It's gonna be ok. I promise.

Delia looks up from Drake's chest and into his eyes, her own filled with tears. Staring into his green eyes seems to give her some comfort as she takes a deep, stifled breath. She nods her head as she thinks to herself before finally walking over to the make up table. She picks up the Bombshell Championship, looking into the mirror as she holds it proudly on her shoulder.

Delia: Would you… walk wi's me to Erik Staggs' office so I can break z'e news to him? I could really use your support, Drake…

Delia looks down, bracing herself for him to say no, preparing herself mentally. He steps closer to her, with a warm smile on his face.

Drake: Of course. Whatever you need….I'm here.

Without missing a beat, Delia grabs onto his hand, guiding him toward the door with her. She opens the door and the two of them step out into the hallway. Delia looks both ways before remembering where Erik's make shift office is for the show, turning right. The two walk together before landing in front of the door. Delia looks up to Drake once more for reassurance. He gives her a nod, and she smiles sweetly, raising her hand up to knock on the door. Before her fist meets the door, she pauses, thinking it over for a second. She sighs before chuckling.

Delia: I just s'ought of somes'ing… You… you're going to find it humorous, I just know it…

Drake: What's that?

Delia flashes her pearly white teeth as she bats her eyelashes sweetly. All signs point to a changed woman as Delia lets the Bombshell Championship slide off of her shoulder and into her grasp. She looks down at it, and then to Drake, giving him a light, playful shove.

Delia: Well… I'm not exactly sure how to say z'is. I mean, I worked so hard to get z'is title. I didn't want it in z'e first place, sort of like z'is child. But, after some s'ought, z'e title just made sense. It was z'e perfect compliment to me. It is making me s'ink about all of z'e cute baby names, and z'e tiny clothes…

Delia brushes a few strands of her blonde hair from her face as she almost seems to get lost in thoughts of a baby. She gets a glow to her cheeks as the smile slowly fades.

Delia: But… I did have z'is title before I got pregnant wi's your child. I can't give up my first baby just because of anos'er one…

Drake: What? I'm not sure that I follow…

Delia stands on the tips of her toes as she looks into Drake's eyes, a wicked smile coming over her face once more.

Delia: I mean, I have not held z'is belt for very long, and it would be embarrassing to hold z'e belt less time z'an Vixen… I am not finished wi's z'e belt. Oh, darling… I've changed my mind. I'm keeping z'e belt.

Drake: They aren't going to let you keep the belt without defending it, though. Let's just…

Delia: Exactly… *Shrug* Sorry bout it...

Delia shrugs her shoulders as she drapes the belt over her shoulder. She all but skips off from Drake, proudly displaying her championship belt as she does so. Drake turns to watch her leave, and as the news settles in, Drake gets visibly angry as he rams his fist into the wall with all of his might, growling in anger just as Delia turns around to blow him a kiss.




The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Zuri getting ready for her match. There is a knock on her door, and it opens slowly. There stands Necra and Joanne in the doorway.

Necra: Hello Zuri.

Joanne: Where have you been hidin' yourself Zuri?

Zuri glances over at towards Necra and Joanne. She shakes her head before walking towards them.

Zuri: What do you two want?

Joanne: We came to see you. I mean you disappeared, without sayin' anything' before you left last week.

Necra: Zuri we are worried about you and I want to know if everything is all right between us.

Zuri looks at them while showing no real emotion.

Zuri: Us? I didn't know there was still an us. I failed you and there is no reason for me to stick around.

Necra: I never said anything of the sort. We are sisters no matter what happens. I have not dismissed you from the Daughters of Darkness and I will not until we have taken care of The Mean Girls.

Zuri: I must find myself first. The Mean Girls have broken my spirit. I think you need someone who can actually finish the job. I don't even have a match tonight thanks to my failure. Now if ya don't mind, I need to be alone.

Zuri brushes right past both Necra and Joanne as Blanca walks out of the back room. Necra sighs as she watches Zuri walk out of the room, and closes the door behind them, as the scene fades back to another part of the arena.




The camera opens up backstage with a shot inside of Caleb Houston's locker room. Caleb is stretching when we see female hands come across his shoulders, massaging gently. As the camera pans up, we see the female is Liz Smalls, which causes the crowd to react with a mixture of cheers and boo's as they are watching on the big screen.

Liz finishes the massage, smiling.

Liz Smalls: So, how confident are you about tonight?

Caleb Houston: 120%.

Caleb said. His response was short. He pulled up his baby blue, and white fight shorts up. Tying them up. His focused his attention back up to Liz who was still beaming from ear to ear. He couldn't help but return with a smile of his own.

Caleb Houston: Having you here with me tonight goes a long way in that, too. I may not show it, or say it enough. But I appreciate you and the things you've done for me over these past few months.

Liz Smalls: Well, I've enjoyed doing them.

Liz says, checking out her nails as she's talking.

Liz Smalls: Tonight isn't about me, its about you.

She returns her look up to Caleb briefly, before she wanders over to the tabletop holding a large mirror. She fixes her hair in the mirror, picking up a fragrance that was sitting atop the tabletop. The fragrance reads ‘Veronica's Secret'. Liz sprays it on her wrist, inhaling it with a smile.

Liz Smalls: Veronica may be an idiot, but I love her fragrance. Anyways…

Liz returns to Caleb, standing directly in front of him.

Liz Smalls: I'm excited to be here for you. All of the months of friendship have been great, but, now we're on a different journey. I've done alot of growing up since I met you, and so have you. We're both in a better place than we were back then. You have an amazing opportunity here Caleb, don't let it slip away.

Liz puts a finger on her chin, pondering what she wants to say next, before her eyes pop open like she's just been hit with the best thought ever.

Liz Smalls: Andrew Watts, Gavin Stephens, people like that are nothing, okies? Don't worry about them or anyone else. All I want you to worry about is me….

She lifts her arms up, wrapping them around Caleb's neck, a smirk spread across her pouty, glossed lips.

Caleb reached out and wrapped his hands around her waist. He looked down into her green eyes. He thought back over the past few months of knowing Liz, and it was definately night and day from where it started.

Caleb Houston: For almost my whole career I've had this monkey on my back. I was always able to get myself set up into the position where I was a champion. Then I would always blow it. Up until signing with Dope I was never able to get my hands on ‘gold.' Now that I've had a taste of that I've become addicted. I want that feeling again. Tonight is just another step towards reaching that goal again.

Caleb leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. He could smell the perfume she had just put on. It was the same one she had left on the note for him back in Vegas before she left.

Caleb Houston: Guys like that are a dime a dozen. They let someone like me get inside their head. Then they start feeling a little froggy. They may have big mouths, but so does everyone else. Well, that is until I test their jaw. Then they end up tucking their tail and running away.

Caleb shrugged his shoulders. This business wasn't built for making friends. In fact it was the complete opposite of that. You could think you had a friendship, but eventually the true colors would come out and they would just end up stabbing you in the back.

Caleb Houston: Hopefully my fights wont cause unwanted stress or aggravation for you. I know you have a lot on your plate right now. You shouldn't have to deal with my issues as well.

Liz Smalls: Thats what a good girlfriend does.

Liz slowly pulls away from Caleb's grip, walking over to her Chanel bag. She reaches into the bag, pulling out a folded up shirt.

Liz Smalls: I might not be able to walk to the ring with you, not having an SCW contract thingy...BUT! I have the next best thing.

Liz tosses the folded up shirt at Caleb, who catches it. As Caleb unfolds the shirt, he can't help but smile, he should've known what it was. He turns the shirt around, showing off the #LizStrong design.

Liz Smalls: Wear it to the ring! Ohhhh, it smells like me too. Pretty soon, I'll have a temporary contract, when I'm healed, so that I can wrestle that miserable, crusty dusty, basic Misty...but for now, you just get the shirt with you on the way to the ring.

Caleb Houston: Haha. Liz. You are absolutely amazing. One of these days you're going to let me know where you come up with some of this stuff. ‘Crusty Dusty' I love it.

Caleb looked down at the shirt.

Caleb Houston: I'd love to wear this shirt down to the ring.

Caleb pulled the shirt down over his head, and slid his arms through the sleeves. It was extremely small, and barely went down to his belly button. It stuck to his body like spandex. He looked down, at the shirt and then over to Liz.

Caleb Houston: Is this Liz size or Caleb size?

Liz laughs, putting a manicured hand over her mouth.

Liz Smalls: Ummm, maybe somewhere in between?

She can't hold the laugh back anymore.

Liz Smalls: Ooopsies!

Caleb Houston: Well, it's a gift from you so I'll wear it with pride. Thank you. I love it.

Caleb leaned down and kissed Liz on the cheek.

Caleb Houston: I'm really glad you're here with me tonight. I just need you to promise me one thing.

Caleb could see Liz looking up to him kind of confused as to what short of promise she was going to have to make. She shrugged her shoulders, and nodded her head.

Caleb Houston: I need you to promise me you're going to stay away from Misty until everything is situated with your concussions.

Liz Smalls: Thats a tough promise to make.

Liz can see the concern on Caleb's face. She rolls her eyes.

Liz Smalls: Fiiiiine. I'll stay away from her, for now. As soon as I get cleared for physical stuff again, the promise ends. She thinks I'm FAKING my injury. Can you believe it, ME, faking an injury?!

Realizing that she's done it before, she thinks about it, and continues.

Liz Smalls: I'm serious this time. I've seen two doctors who both told me I need time off. Its minor, but three concussions in under a year is bad for anyone.

Liz rubs Calebs palm.

Liz Smalls: I promise though...I'll be a good little Lizzie for now. But in January or February, that b word is mine!!!

Caleb just shrugged his shoulders.

Caleb Houston: Look. People are always going to accuse you of faking an injury. No matter who or what you are. It's their way of getting inside your head. That way they will piss you off before a match, and get you to commit to something when your body isn't ready for it.

Caleb looked down at his hands which were still interlocked with Liz's. He then focused his attention back to her chuckling lightly.

Caleb Houston: Yeah you take that B-word down. Kick her hiney.

Caleb winced in pain as he said that. But he knew Liz didn't really appreciate his foul language so he was doing his best to slowly change the way he talked around her.

Liz Smalls: Oh trust me, I will. She's like, trying to rush it...but its all about making big time pay per view money. Leave it to an idiot like her not to realize that.

Liz flips her hair, slowly breaking the interlocking of her hands with Caleb's.

Liz Smalls: I think I'm gonna go to catering to get a salad. Do you want anything?

Caleb shook his head.

Caleb Houston: No thanks. I'm fine. Can't eat before a match. I'll end up moving like a slug out there.

Caleb pointed over to his black gym bag.

Caleb Houston: There should be a couple dollars in my bag over there if you want to use that.

Liz's eyes light up at the offer, she's used to paying for most things.

Liz Smalls: You're an amazing boyfriend, have I ever told you that?

The ‘Coast 2 Coast Covergirl' walks over to the bag, pulling a few dollar bills out of Caleb's wallet, and then tucks the wallet safely back into the bag.

Liz Smalls: I almost forgot, I'm not an SCW employee anymore. I didn't have to pay when I worked here.

She looks down a little at the money in her hands, sniffling. She misses it, even if she won't admit it publicly most of the time. She puts on a smile for Caleb as she looks back up.

Liz Smalls: Suuuuure you don't want anything?

Caleb nodded his head as he made his way over to the couch in the middle of the locker room.

Caleb Houston: Well, if they have twizzlers there you can get me some of those. Just don't let me have any until AFTER the match.

He said with a smile. He reached down to the table in front of him and picked up the foam wrap. He began to wrap his hands.

Caleb Houston: Maybe some yoohoo too if they have it. If they don't no biggie.

Liz Smalls: Okies!

Liz hurries back over to Caleb, standing on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek.

Liz Smalls: I'll be back. Don't run away.

Liz laughs as she heads to the door, heading out to catering as Caleb just shakes his head smiling.




The arena lights dim when the music of Hanz 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, hailing from The Encephalon, standing at 6 feet 1 inches and weighing in at 244 pounds, he is... DDDDDDDDDDDREXEL MMMMAAAAATHESSSSOOOOONNN!!!

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.

" Love the Way You Hate Me" by 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, Watts has a look of confidence on his face, as he sets for his following match. Watts smirks as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, staring ahead at the ring.

Justin Decent: And his opponent... coming to us from Cleveland, Ohio... Standing at 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 248 pounds, he is... ANNNNNNNNDRRRRRRREWWWW WAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTSSS!!!

Watts makes his way to the ring as he hops up onto the apron. Watts pauses for a second, holding onto the top rope, staring into the ring before he enters in through the middle rope. Watts walks to the center of the ring where he pauses for a second, looking down at the ground for a few seconds, our cameras staring straight at Watts. Watts head shoots up, looking forward, his right arm shooting into the air, his hand in the renegade formation(Kliq sign) as he stands like this for a few seconds, before his music fades and he walks to a nearby corner, ready for his match.

DING! DING! DING!

Andrew stares intensely at Drexel, spouting off a few bits of trash talk. Drexel returns nothing as they come to the center of the ring. Referee Jasmine St. John stands between them and then gives the official start. Both men step back a bit, sizing each other up as they circle one another. Andrew goes for a quick lunge, but stops short as Drexel prepares for it. Andrew takes a few steps backward as they continue to circle one another.

Adams: For as much hype and build up coming from Andrew, these guys sure are making this a slow start.

Simone: Both men want to take this win. Andrew and Drexel are both known for their ability to conserve energy for the proper moment.

With the constant circling, Drexel is caught off guard for the slightest of moments when Andrew is suddenly behind him. He goes to swing backward, but Andrew carries him back with a Float Over Suplex, landing him hard against the mat. He bounces off of the ropes and then comes crashing down with a Legdrop to the chest of Drexel. He lifts his stunned opponent, and then whips him across the ring. As he rebounds, Andrew goes for a back body drop, but Drexel comes across hard with a kick to his chin. As he stumbles back, Matheson lunges forward for a Clothesline that levels Andrew. The crowd cheers for the calculated Drexel , who is leaping up in a quick display of celebration.

Simone: It is unlike Drexel to celebrate, but when you are getting over on someone like Andrew Watts, it's hard not to.

Adams: But there is a reason Drexel isn't one to do such a thing when...

The crowd cheers louder and louder until Drexel turns into a hard Spinning Heel Kick that nearly knocks the taste out of his mouth. He holds onto his face as he spins around in a full circle. As he comes back, Andrew hits a hard European Uppercut to Drexel, and then moves behind him and plants him hard against the mat with a nearly perfect German Suplex that he hooks on for a pin.

Simone: We could be in for an early victory here from Andrew.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Barely at the two count, Drexel slips his shoulder off of the mat. As he rolls off and Andrew gets up, Drexel darts forward with a barrage of heavy punches and kicks on the much larger Watts. He uses this surprise attack to his advantage as he backs him into a corner. He hits a hard knee to the gut, and then sizes Andrew up for a Knife's Edge Chop to his chest. The crowd echoes a resounding “Oooh!" before Drexel hits another. He looks around in satisfaction, nodding his head to the audience and their support.

Adams: This guy sure knows how to deliver a chop. You could probably hear those outside of the building tonight!

Simone: I agree with you there, Jason. Drexel is showing a bit of versatility against the highly touted Andrew Watts.

Adams: He needs to stay on top of his game though, because...

With that distraction, Andrew slips from out of the corner, holding onto his chest for a moment. He stands directly behind Drexel before he even realizes that Watts had escaped the corner. The crowd looks stunned as Andrew wraps his arm around Drexel's throat and twists over with a Spinning Neckbreaker. It isn't long before Andrew drops an elbow down onto Drexel's chest, standing up and repeating the process quickly two more times. He drapes over Drexel who is staring up at the ceiling almost seeming a bit confused as his brain is shaken. He is then dragged to his feet by the cocky fellow newcomer and thrown over to the corner with precision. Andrew looks around for a moment and then crashes into Drexel with what is supposed to be a Flying Body Splash, but Drexel drops down quickly, causing Andrew to collide with the top turnbuckle. He wastes no time this time around as he rolls Andrew up into a Schoolboy Pin.

1!

1.5!

Simone: Excellent form, but the execution was just a bit premature, not even getting a two count for Drexel there..

Adams: There is definitely no lack of guts or determination from Drexel. You have to give him that at least.

Before the second count, Andrew kicks out. Andrew slides out of the pin position and kicks Drexel in the gut. He grips onto his arms and lifts him up, shoving his head between his legs. He looks around quickly and then lifts Drexel up into a Powerbomb position. Drexel flails to try getting free, even trying for a punch to Andrew's face. It is all for nothing as Andrew sends him down to the mat in a maneuver that shakes the entire ring, and the building as the boos are nearly deafening. Andrew drops down for a pin.

1!

2!

2.75!

Drexel gets his shoulders up just in the nick of time. The crowd cheers, however, only since the match is continuing. Drexel goes into the lion's den as he places his own head between Andrew's legs again, only to flip upward, taking Andrew over with a surprise Hurricanrana! Drexel slaps his leg in just a bit of frustration before getting back up to his feet. He picks Andrew up off of the mat and then flings him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Drexel goes for a Back Body Drop, but Andrew lunges forward with a Flying Lariat that causes the young Drexel to stumble backward. Andrew bounces off of the ropes and comes forward, but Drexel finally gets that Back Body Drop he was seeking moments ago. Andrew flops against the mat and rolls around holding his back. Drexel darts over to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top. Drexel looks around at the audience, watching as they are getting pumped up. As he turns around, Andrew has made it to his feet. He clubs Drexel, causing him to fall split down the middle.

Adams: This is one helluva match with unending twists and turns.

Simone: Crowd support is important, but in moderation. Drexel needs to get his head in the game here or else he won't stand a chance against a seasoned veteran such as Andrew Watts.

Andrew hooks the arm of Drexel and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Drexel fights back with a jab to Andrew's face. He fires back, and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The two men balance there, fighting back and forth with punches, until Andrew gets the upper hand. He hooks his arm around Drexel's neck and then sets him up for a Superplex. Drexel hooks his leg around Andrew's, nearly tripping the two up. He shoves Andrew off, but Andrew still has hold of Drexel's arm, and he swings him over in a mid-air armdrag that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Both men lie out on the ground for a moment, rolling around in their own forms of pain. The audience pulls behind Drexel, trying to coax him up to his feet. They slowly work their way there, Drexel getting there first. They exchange a few weary punches, both men a tad bit groggy. Drexel gets the upper hand, sending a hard right, following it up with a swift left.

Simone: Drexel! Drexel! Drexel! ... The chants are fueling that drive to win, causing it to kick in and take control.

Adams: And every fist he delivers to Andrew's face as well.

Drexel grabs onto Andrew to send him into the ropes, but Andrew falls to one knee. As he does, he tugs Drexel forward with a Shoulderbutt. Andrew stands up and then drags Drexel forward into another. This time, Drexel follows it up with an offensive maneuver of his own, hitting an Axe Handle Smash across Andrew's back. He pulls him forward with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. He stands up, taking a deep breath as he stumbles back a few paces, leaning onto the turnbuckle to catch his breath. He shakes it off quickly and then darts forward, looking for an Elbow Smash, but Andrew quickly moves out of the way. Drexel holds onto his elbow as he rolls back up to his feet.

Simone: Oh, that one looked like it hurt. Andrew is very good at playing opossum.

Adams:It looks like these two are about to engage in a serious stare down. They both know that the end is near, and they are ready to fight for that victory.

Andrew drives an elbow right into Drexel's face, knocking him back a few steps. He repeats this as the fans begin to boo. Andrew grabs onto Drexel's head and then sets him up for a Sharpshooter, but Drexel wrestles his way out of it and boots Andrew in the gut. He tries to set him up for the Enlightenment, but Andrew dodges and then punches him in the ribs.

Simone: Both men are struggling to get the upper hand here, and both men are getting tired.

Adams: They've got their pride on the line and neither one wants to lose this one.

Andrew breaks free but Drexel is right there with a clothesline. Andrew falls down to the mat hard. Drexel climbs the turnbuckle and tries for a Diving Elbow, but Andrew Watts jumps off of the mat, surprising everyone, especially Drexel, by getting up at the last second. He surprises everyone even more when he hits the Highlight in mid air! The crowd cheers as Andrew leans down for the cover.

1!

2!

2.5!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall... ANNNNNNNNNDREWWWW WAAAAAATTTTTTTTSSS!!!

Adams: A victory like this has to get you noticed in the back office when it comes to title considerations.

Simone: And it was a well earned victory. Such a close contest.

"Love the Way You Hate Me" begins playing as Andrew raises his arms up in victory. He nudges Drexel with his foot a few times, finding him out cold. He smiles as he exits the ring.




Cameras go inside of Lord Raab's locker room which is very unusual on him getting time to talk after his match, but he has to address things to the public and speaks.

Lord Raab: "So tonight, I've come to address the open challenge which according to Henry Losak, someone has accepted it. A guy called Blasted Monk."

Raab pauses as he takes deep breaths and he continues.

Lord Raab: "So this guy wants to fight me in his first match? Of course I accept and I look forward to beating you brutally which I'm sure you saw tonight. Everything I've done in the ring, it's what you'll see in the future of being broken down and destroyed. You saw how my opponents could barely stand didn't you?"

Raab smirks for a bit before he continues to speak.

Lord Raab: "You made a big mistake when you accepted it though, not knowing what I can really do when you're in the ring with this blood thirsty wrestler. I was hoping we'd face tonight, but it hasn't happened. HAHAHA, prepare for you're future that will have scars and tasting you're blood from my mouth, beating you brutally until you can't stand any more Blasted. I'll see you soon."

Lord Raab gets his things and goes straight home as the cameras go elsewhere backstage.




COMMERCIAL BREAK...

Top 10 Things not to Say on Your Wedding Night

10. Hurry up! This room rents by the hour!

9. Can you please pass me the remote control?

8. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

7. On second thought, let's turn off the lights.

6. Try not to smear my make-up, will ya!

5. But I just brushed my teeth...

4. Smile, you're on Candid Camera!

3. You're almost as good as my ex!

2. Now I know why he/she dumped you...

1. I have a confession...

Sin City Wrestling

It may be wrong, but it feels so right!




The cameras switch backstage. Misty and O'Malley are seen standing in one of the halls, talking. Misty seems to be in a better mood than she has been lately, with an amused smile on her face as O'Malley says something and she lets out a laugh. Just a few feet in front of them, is a corner leading to another hall and Misty goes quiet when Drake Green walks around the corner with an annoyed expression on his face.

Misty: Oh, great...Just who I wanted to see tonight..

Her voice is dripping with sarcasm and O'Malley looks up and towards Drake before he looks back to Misty.

O'Malley: Friend of your's, love?

Misty lets out a laugh and shakes her head.

Misty: Not exactly…

Misty thinks for a moment before she gets an idea. She grins, and puts on the friendly face she can muster.

Misty: Hey Drake...Come here for a second. There's someone I want you to meet.

Drake turns to see who was calling his name and the annoyed look on his face turns to an angry look when he sees Misty. He stops walking, looks behind him to make sure there couldn't possibly be someone else named Drake around that she was calling, and then begrudgingly walks over to her.

Drake: What's up?

Misty: Gee, it's nice to see you too, Drake. I just wanted to introduce you to my new friend here, O'Malley. O'Malley, this is Drake...Drake..O'Malley.

O'Malley, having no clue who Drake is, extends his hand to Drake. Drake just looks down, then up at O'Malley, not shaking his hand right away.

Misty: Uh, Drake...I think that's a friendly gesture there…

Drake shakes his head and then smiles at O'Malley. He grabs his hand and returns the friendly gesture before letting go.

Drake: Forgive me, sometimes when I'm around people without manners, I tend to forget my own.

Misty raises an eyebrow, trying her best to keep her cool. She folds her arms across her chest and stares at Drake.

Misty: I'm sorry...was that a dig at me? Excuse me for trying to be nice.

O'Malley is now forced to stand there quietly for a moment, carefully watching the situation unfold.

Drake: I'm sorry, were you being nice when you were airing all of my laundry out on Twitter last week for millions of people to read? I've got this movie thing coming up, Mis...you can't do that.

Misty: I'm pretty sure I can do whatever the hell I want, considering how you've treated me recently. Not to mention, you're suddenly buddy buddy with a certain someone. Among other things.

Drake: It's none of your business who I spend my time with. I understand you're not over whatever we had...

Drake turns and nods to O'Malley.

Drake: But it doesn't mean you can go around and act like a psycho. It doesn't give you the right to talk about my personal business and I'm not talking about Liz, Misty.

Misty lets out a laugh and shakes her head. O'Malley scratches his head with an awkward look on his face, but he's left speechless.

Misty: You're right, it's not my business. And to be honest, I couldn't give a crap who you spend your time with, but maybe if you don't want people to comment on it, you shouldn't flaunt it all over Twitter. And I just loooove how I've turned into the bad guy in this whole situation, when you were the one who got involved with that french hag in the first place. So I'm just expected to be all happy and cheery about it?

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: I don't think so.

Drake: I don't expect you to do anything except stay the hell out of my life.

He takes a step closer and the volume of his voice gets lower.

Drake: And if I see one more tweet about what I'm dealing with right now there's gonna be a big fucking problem.

Misty: What you're dealing with?

Misty thinks for a moment before she stands up straight, more annoyed with Drake now. O'Malley can sense the growing tension and he grabs Misty by the arm and steps in between the two.

Misty: Oh you mean the fact that you were stupid enough to possibly get Delia pregnant?

O'Malley: Alright, love, I think that's enough…

Drake: Are you out of your fucking mind? Why can't you just deal with the fact that I've moved on. Get over it, Misty.

Misty: You haven't moved on from shit, Drake. Unless you're suddenly interested in making a life with Delia and that bastard child. And I HAVE moved on, Drake. Sorry you can't seem to see that.

O'Malley pulls Misty a little further away from Drake, though she fights his grip a bit.

O'Malley: Misty, I really think ye should calm down…

Drake: You may want to listen to him, Misty. Otherwise he may realize how much of a crazy fucking bitch you are. You wanna try and prove to everyone youre...

Air quotes.

Drake: ...over it? Try not hanging on to every word that I say and tweet like you used to hang on to my….

O'Malley steps in front of Misty, standing just inches away from Drake..

O'Malley: Alright...I think that's enough. Maybe ye should just be on yer way, yeah?

Drake looks at him and then back to Misty.

Drake: You wanna tell your Captain Hook looking boyfriend to get the fuck out of my face?

Misty glares at Drake, but O'Malley doesn't give her the chance to respond to Drake.

O'Malley: If ye have something to say to me, I'm standing right here. I don't care what happened between the two of ye, yer not gonna talk to her like that.

Drake now focuses in on O'Malley, all his rage starting to boil up, and he steps a bit closer to him.

Drake: I don't know who you are and to be perfectly clear, I don't care. Get...the fuck...out of my face.

Misty focuses in on Drake.

Misty: What the fuck is your problem tonight, Drake?

O'Malley: Oh, don't worry about it, love. I'm not afraid of him one bit.

Drake now zeroes in on O'Malley. He clenches his right fist as his eyes get a bit narrow.

Drake: I'm really not in the mood for this, man. Last chance...

O'Malley smiles, not showing an ounce of intimidation over Drake.

Misty: O'Malley, let's just get…

O'Malley shakes his head.

O'Malley: I'm not gonna be intimidated by this--

CRAAAAACK!

Drake connects with a hard right hand across the jaw that knocks O'Malley down on to the floor.

Misty: Jesus Christ! Drake was that really necessary?!

Misty kneels down to check on O'Malley as the Irishman is now holding his jaw, glaring up at Drake.

Misty: And you call ME a psycho? Take a long look in the fucking mirror!

Drake looks down at both of them and runs both hands through his hair, shocked by what he just did.

Drake: I'm so-

He stops himself, turns around, and walks away as quickly as he can. Misty watches on confused as Drake disappears down the hall before she turns her attention back to O'Malley, helping him up.

Misty: I'm so sorry about that, O'Malley...I didn't mean…

O'Malley shakes his head, still holding his jaw.

O'Malley: No big...deal, love.

Misty: Come on...We better go get you some ice for your jaw. If I know Drake like I think I do, that probably hurts like hell…

O'Malley shrugs, pretending to be okay, but in reality, his jaw is in some serious pain, and Misty leads him away down the hall in search of an icepack.




Simone: Over the past few weeks we have seen a few debuts and returns but the most notable among the returns are the three members of Power Play, JN Ringo, Giani Da Luca and JN J2H.

Adams: Just last week Power made their presence known by attacking Steve Ramone and Connor Murphy after they defeated Rebels on a Rampage and tonight they are facing the Player's Club in tag team action.

Simone: Let's take it too…..wait, is that who I think it is over there?

The camera pans over to "Blaque Hart" Bruce Evans sitting in the audience with his feet up on the barricade and chomping away at some popcorn that he apparently brought at the concessions stand.

Adams: He does know that he doesn't need a ticket right? He is an employee.

Simone: Anyway, as I was saying, let's take it to Justin!

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

"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeated line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters 'JN Ringo' appear on the screen

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by J2H...

JN Ringo, Giani and J2H appear at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. The two look at each other before lifting a fist each, the fist at head height. They nod to each other and start walking towards the ring. J2H is wearing an Italian made, expensive looking suit as he walks slightly in front of the shirtless JN Ringo, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "Power" written on the back of the shorts.

Justin: At a combined weight of 530 pounds, representing Power Play, JN Ringo and Giani Da Luca!

JN Ringo, Giani and J2H reach the ring and JN Ringo slides under the bottom rope while Giani steps in over the ropes and J2H stands outside. JN Ringo moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again whilst Giani turns his attention to the ramp.

Simone: Neither team is very popular with the fans tonight.

Adams: They've been attacking fan favorites like Steve Ramone and Equinox, off course their unpopular!

Justin: And their opponents!

"Party like a Rockstar" by Shop Boyz begins to play and the crowd boos as the tandem of JT Midas and Caleb Houston makes their way down to the ring.

Justin: At a combined weight of 427lbs, JT Midas, Caleb Houston, they are the Players Club!

Simone: The last time those two men were paired off was when they successfully beat Gavin Stephens and Alex Kaelin through underhanded means.

Adams: Time will tell if history repeats tonight!

JT and Caleb enter the ring and Jacob immediately gets in between the two teams to prevent them from brawling with each other right off the bat, the two teams begin to make their way to their corners when "Dangerous" by Within Temptation begins to play causing the three members of Power Play to turn their attention to the ramp.

Simone: Now what?

Steve Ramone steps out onto the ramp to the usual excited response, however he is dressed in his street clothes and is carrying a chair with him which he sets down at the top of the ramp and sits in.

Simone: So we have Bruce Evans in the audience and Steve Ramone on the ramp.

Adams: That sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.

Giani and JN Ringo start shouting trash talk at Steve who doesn't appear to be interested in what they have to say, the Players Club take advantage of this, naturally, and attack Power Play from behind prompting Jacob to call for the bell.

Simone: Well Jacob may have wanted to avoid a brawl but he's getting one.

Adams: It's less of a brawl and more of an assault by the Players Club really.

Jacob tries to maintain order but with two brawls going on at the same time it's hard for him to keep track of everything that's going on, this gives Caleb a chance to gain an advantage over the larger Giani as he sneaks in a low blow and throws him to the outside where J2H helps him up.

Simone: Didn't exactly take the Players Club long to start cheating, did it?

Adams: Considering that they won their first match by cheating even Stevie Wonder could see their underhanded tactics coming!

Rather than focus on the match however, and more importantly JN Ringo trying to fight off both JT and Caleb, Giani and J2H start yelling at Steve on the ramp who, again, ignores them, he finally takes an interest in the match when he motions for them to turn around which they do only to get hit with a Suicide Dive from JT.

Simone: I guess that makes Caleb and JN Ringo the legal men by default.

Adams: Do you think Steve meant to distract them when he came out?

Simone: I don't know but if he did it's working.

JN Ringo finally gets an advantage by pushing off Caleb and hitting a Drop Kick to the chin knocking him down, JN Ringo smirks cockily before pinning Caleb with a foot to the chest and pointing to Steve on the ramp 1….and Jacob doesn't even get to a one count before Caleb grabs JN Ringo's foot, trips him over and locks in an STF on him.

Simone: What was JN Ringo thinking when he was going for a pin like that?

Adams: Since when does JN Ringo think?

JN Ringo quickly scrambles to the ropes and gets there in a few seconds prompting Jacob to tell Caleb to break it up only for Caleb to drag JN Ringo back to the center of the ring and lock it in again, whilst Steve appears mildly interested for the match Blaque Hart looks concerned but his concern quickly waivers when Giani enters the ring and breaks it up before JN Ringo can tap.

Simone: Giani may have just saved the match for his team there.

Adams: If Power Play keeps getting distracted by Steve he's going to have to do a lot more saving over the next few minutes!

Jacob orders Giani back to his corner whilst the big Italian tries to get him to do something about Steve, this, naturally ends up backfiring for Power Play as the Players Club is able to sneak in a double low blow on JN Ringo whilst the ref's back is turned.

Simone: The Players Club must love Steve's presence on the stage right now regardless of his intentions.

Adams: Power Play on the other hand must by regretting their choice to attack Steve last week!

JT quickly leaves the ring as Caleb goes for a cover 1….2 and JN Ringo quickly kicks out at the count of 2, Caleb shakes his head before picking JN Ringo up and whipping him off the ropes, Caleb goes for a clothesline on the rebound but JN Ringo ducks underneath it and hits a Superkick as Caleb turns around! JN Ringo goes for a cover 1….2….and Caleb kicks out.

Simone: Seems that Power Play have gotten their groove back despite Steve's presence on the ramp.

Adams: How long that'll last is another story.

JN Ringo stomps away at Caleb before posing for the crowd and shouting trash talk at Steve again, this, once again, backfires as Caleb rolls up JN Ringo from behind 1….2….and JN Ringo kicks out just in time.

Simone: Well, that didn't take long.

Adams: What did I tell you?

JN Ringo delivers a vicious looking kick to Caleb's midsection but once again stops to taunt Steve on the ramp, this ends up backfiring even worse for Power Play as JN Ringo spends too much time trash talking Steve allowing Caleb to tag in JT, JN Ringo finds this out to late as he is spun around by JT who starts wailing on him backing him up into the ring ropes in the process, JT then whips JN Ringo off the ropes and on the rebound he practically drives him through the mat with a Spinebuster that would make Arn Anderson proud.

Simone: Great Spinebuster by JT!

Adams: And here's the cover!

1….2….and JN Ringo kicks out, JN Ringo tries to desperately reach his corner but JT grabs his foot in an attempt to stop him only to get an enziguri for his troubles, JN Ringo makes a leap of faith and the tag making his much bigger partner the legal man.

Simone: And here comes Giani!

Adams: If he can ignore Steve he could turn this around!

JT and Giani start brawling with each other and despite the obvious size difference, there's no clear advantage between them as Jacob tries desperately to separate them and get an actual wrestling match going, Giani is eventually able to back JT up to the ropes and goes to clothesline him over only for JT to duck down dragging the top rope down with him sending Giani to the outside.

Simone: Giani may have the brawn but JT just proved who has the brains!

Adams: JT or JN Ringo?

Simone: Both.

Giani quickly gets to his feet and pounds the ring apron in frustration, J2H rushes over to calm him down but all that gets them is a Suicide Dive from JT.

Simone: Another distraction cost Power Play and this time Steve wasn't even the distraction!

Adams: Considering that those three men combined have an ego the size of the US I'm surprised their not taunting Steve more often!

JT is the first to get to his feet and starts posing for the crowd, however his own showboating is cut short by JN Ringo who hits him with a Suicide Dive off his own and whilst JN Ringo does take a moment to taunt Steve this time the cameras pick it up!

JN Ringo: That's how it's done old man!

Simone: He realizes that Steve's only six years older than his stable mate, J2H, right?

Adams: Well to be fair he will be turning 27 at the end of the month!

Steve shakes his head and motions for him to turn around which JN Ringo does, what he sees his Caleb hitting his own Suicide Dive and is too late to move out of the way of said suicide dive wiping them both out, JT is the first to his feet and picks up Giani before sending him back into the ring and following him in just before Jacob can apply a ten count.

Simone: The match almost ended in a double count-out!

Adams: Looks like it's about to end anyway, JT's calling for the Fool's Gold!

JT starts setting up his finisher but that's as far as he gets with the move as Giani is able to reverse it and hit his own finisher The Jersey Turnpike.

Simone: The Jersey Turnpike!

Adams: Wake up Caleb your partner needs you.

1….2…..3!!!!

Justin: Here are your winners, Power Play!

Simone: Power Play won despite the constant distractions inadvertently caused by Steve!

Adams: But we still don't know why Bruce is in the audience!

Steve shakes his head, stands up, grabs the chair and heads backstage whilst Power Play celebrates in the ring, whilst that goes on Bruce stands up and applauds the trio's efforts making them finally notice him.

Simone: That's odd.

Adams: Well regardless Power Play pick up an impressive win tonight.




Backstage, Misty and O'Malley are seen walking out of the trainer's locker room. After the confrontation with Drake, O'Malley is now holding an icepack to his jaw and when Misty pulls it away briefly to take a look, she shakes her head at the deep red blotch left from Drake's fist. O'Malley returns the ice pack to his jaw and gives Misty a reassuring glance.

O'Malley: It's okay, love. Really.

The two stand just outside the locker room, but Misty folds her arms and shakes her head.

Misty: It's really not, O'Malley. If I hadn't--

O'Malley: Ye did nothing wrong. I'm the one who stood up to him and defending yer honor, love.

Misty cracks a smile and laughs a little.

O'Malley: I got a laugh out of ye. My job is done.

Misty: Regardless of what you say, O'Malley, it's still my fault. Drake might have lost his cool back there, but I had to go and prove him right once again.

O'Malley: Ye did no such thing. Stop beating yerself up, love. Forget about that guy right now. What else have ye got to do tonight?

Misty is about to respond, but her jaw drops as she remembers something. She runs her hand through her hair and looks at O'Malley apologetically.

Misty: Shit! That reminds me…I need to find Melody and Roxi. Will you be okay for a little bit while I go and talk to them?

O'Malley: Why don't I come with ye, love? I'm pretty sure the bubbly lass wants to meet me anyway.

O'Malley winks at Misty, and she lets out a laugh.

Misty: Maybe next time. I need there to be no distractions with this meeting, and somehow, I think you'd be a big distraction. I won't be long, okay?

O'Malley: If ye say so, love. But yer gonna make it up to me with a late dinner after the show.

Misty laughs again.

Misty: I guess I can deal with that.

Misty places her hand on O'Malley's arm and gives him a smile.

Misty: I'll be back in a bit. Stay close so I know where to find you.

O'Malley: Will do, love. I've got nowhere else to be anyway.

Misty smiles again then walks past O'Malley heading down the hall to find Melody and Roxi. O'Malley turns and watches as she disappears out of sight and pulls the ice pack away from his jaw for a moment. He whinces just a bit before bringing the ice back to his jaw and searches for a chair to sit down.




The scene opens on the Daughters of Darkness locker room where we find it in complete darkness. The door opens and the light goes on and there stood Necra and Joanne. The two of them look down and see Sara on the floor, with a bloodied nose and lip crying. Necra's eyes flash red, as she rushes to her side, and Joanne gets a cloth with some water on it.

Necra: SARA!!! What happened?

Joanne: Who did this?

Sara: The... the... the Mean Girls... I was looking for you, and...

Necra's flash red, once again, before shifting to their blue color and back again.

Necra: How long ago?

Joanne: Necra, if they did this then they're not stupid enough to stick around knowin' that we're goin' to come after them.

Necra: That's just it... They're not smart, and when I get my hands on them... Any of them they are going to know what true pain really is!

Sara: Please my Goddess, it was my fault... I ran into Delia... and...

Necra helps Sara to a chair, and pushes back a piece of hair that had fallen into her face.

Necra: They did it to send us a message. You are innocent my child. You are a child of light, and didn't deserve their wrath... If they want a fight they should have come to me first! I will give them a reason to fear me!

Necra gets up from where she sits beside Sara, and heads for the door.

Joanne: Where are you goin'?

Necra: I'm going to do and do something that needs to be done. If I don't find them then I will do what I have to. Keep an eye on her, and keep her safe.

Joanne: Do you need me?

Necra: No... I'll handle this.

Joanne sighs, as she tends to Sara. Necra walks out into the hallway, as the lights start to flicker on and off. The lights go out, and then come back on, and Necra is gone, but all that can be heard is a whisper on the wind in a strange language, as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.




The lights in the City National Civic begin to flicker on and off which sends the audience into a frenzy. After a few seconds of this the lights finally remain on, the camera pans around the theater showing the thousands of S.C.W. fans cheering and holding their signs. "Oh Canada" by Classified begins to play over the speakers which instantly gets an ovation of heat from the crowd as the place is now full of booing. As the camera pans towards the entrance, out from the back walks Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Bruce is wearing blue jeans, black boots, a black hoodie and sunglasses. He stops at the top of the stage looking around with a cocky grin on his face before starting his walk down the ramp. While walking down the ramp he completely ignores the crowd shouting at him and just walks to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and enters through the second rope. As he enters the ring he removes his sunglasses and places them in one of the pockets to the hoodie. He removes the hood and shakes his frizzled hair. He is handed a microphone by a member of the crew as his theme music dies down. USA chants begin as he stands in the middle of the ring with the microphone held to the big grin on his face

BHBE: San Jose!!!

The crowd lets out a chorus of cheers as Bruce smiles in excitement over the cheap pop getting over

BHBE: Ya know, on my way to the building here tonight. As I'm passing through all the sights and sounds of San Jose. I got to thinking, man this place really stinks!

Bruce is forced to pause as the crowd boos and the USA chants pick up even louder

BHBE: No I'm serious. I'm not trying to be funny. What the hell is that smell?

Bruce again pauses and begins laughing as he begins walking around the ring taunting the crowd in the front row. You're an ASSHOLE chants begin mixing in with the USA chants

BHBE: In all seriousness though. Tonight is another night of Sin City Wrestling doing something that's really been pissing me off. Once again the majority of the show is showcasing the new "talent". Now I've heard the rumors, and I hope they're not true because if they are then things won't be the same. You can't bring in all these new guys and think that they can carry this company for the next 100 Climax Controls because lets face it, they can't, and they won't. This company is about the talent that have been here. The talent that have helped build the company from the ground up and making it without a doubt the best damn company in the world today. So for all you new signings running around here like you're suddenly a star, like you're running things. Let me tell you right now that you've got another thing coming!

Bruce pauses and leans up against the ropes shouting something at some old man in the front row. He then walks back to the middle of the ring, putting one hand in his pocket, and the microphone back to his mouth

BHBE: So for me it's not about me coming out here and making you people hate me for the things I say about your country. Face it, my views will never change. It's about me coming out here and proving that as an S.C.W. original I refuse to let some new punk come in here and take the chair from underneath me. I don't give a damn what you've done prior to coming to Sin City. About your championships, who you beat, what promotion you were in. None of that matters to me, it's all irrelevant. What matters is the here and the now. What matters is what you can do right here in S.C.W.

S.C.W. chants flood the arena as Bruce just looks around

BHBE: I'm sure a lot of ya'll are very talented, hell I myself have been impressed by some of you. But, that doesn't mean I'm about to just sit in the back and watch you all run the show. I don't really know where I'm going honestly, I don't know what the boys in the office have planned for me. I'm not involved in some "high profile" story at the moment, and I can honestly say I really don't know what's to become of me. One thing I do know is that I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, and ya know where to find me when you're looking for someone to put on a five star performance. Until then I'm going to go back to the back, to my dressing room and watch the show. I'm going to watch all these new people around here, and I'm going to listen to all of you out here booing them and booing the S.C.W. staff for dropping the ball and not having me on the card tonight!

Bruce drops the microphone as "Oh Canada" blasts over the speakers. He stands in the ring looking around in disgust. He just stands there for a few seconds taking in all the heat from the crowd before finally stepping through the middle ropes, and dropping down to the outside. While walking up the ramp towards the back he stops to insult the fans as they continue shouting derogatory comments towards him. As he reaches the top of the entrance he raises both his arms to an ovation of boos from the crowd before he disappears backstage




Justin: The following opening round in the SCW Roulette Championship tournament is scheduled for one fall. The stipulation which has been given to me will now be a Prison Chamber Match.

The fans cheer

Justin: Introducing first.

"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, he is SCW's Nightmare, he is Joshua Acquin!

As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.

Justin: And his opponent

A red mist hits the entrance way as the lights dim to a blood red all around the arena as "Requiem for a Dream" begins to play.

Justin: From parts unknown, weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds, he is The Sanguine Assassin, he is Sephiroth du Lac!

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. 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.

Simone: The second Prison Chamber Match in SCW history this should be a good one.

Adams: This will be one dangerous match.

Both Sephiroth and Joshua are standing inside the chamber as the referee signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The sliding door locks in place as Josh and Sephiroth glance around the chamber itself. Josh exits the ring hoping to get out of the chamber but turns to see his opponent standing in front of him. Acquin shakes his head before throwing the first punch which connects right across the jawline of Sephiroth. The force of the punch knocks him back a bit as Acquin continues with more punches to his face. The punches have a lot of zing in them as Sephiroth is trying to cover up. Josh stops for a little bit as he walks over to the chamber wall, he pulls off a bully club and turns back toward Sephiroth. However, Sephiroth is standing in the ring while Josh is scratching his head.

Simone: How did Sephiroth do that?

Adams: Don't you understand pure evil. This guy is pure evil.

Josh stops scratching his head and quickly enters the ring. The moment he gets up to his feet, Sephiroth levels Josh with a his chalice. Red liquid spills out over the ring as Sephiroth kneels down and begins burying his hand into the skull of Josh. He pulls him up to his feet before dropping him back down with a short arm clothesline. Josh's head smashes off the canvas as Sephiroth walks over to the corner and grabs his cane from underneath the corner. He holds the cane up as his eyes change drastically. He turns his gaze to the down Joshua and moves toward him.

Adams: This doesn't bode well for Acquin.

Simone: Remember the rules Adams, Sephiroth can't go for the win unless Acquin is bleeding.

Sephiroth kneels down again and places the wooden side of the cane underneath Acquin's chin. He starts pressing down as Acquin begins fighting for air. Sephiroth is enjoying the sound of Acquin gasping for air. Sephiroth let's go for a few seconds which allows Acquin to drive his hands right into his sternum. Sephiroth bends over as Acquin connects with a swift European uppercut which knocks his head back a bit. Acquin finally gets to one knee as he and Sephiroth begin exchanging blows. Acquin gets few more forearm shots in but Sephiroth catches the forearm and digs his teeth into his arm.

Adams: Oh my god, he's biting him. He is trying snack on Acquin.

Simone: That's one way to draw blood.

Sephiroth let's go of Acquin's arm as blood starts squirting out as the referee signals for blood. Acquin grabs at his arm trying to stop the blood as Sephiroth spews a red mist into his eyes. The mist blinds him enough for Sephiroth to slip around him and connect with the Fallen Angel DDT.

Adams: Acquin just got his head spiked into the canvas.

Sephiroth quickly goes in for the cover while the referee pounds the canvas three times. The referee calls for the bell as Sephiroth stands up and bows in front of the crowd.

Justin: Here is your winner, Sephiroth.




Hey, you! Christmas is tomorrow. Which means that you have a matter of hours before Santa arrives, gifts in tow. Are you ready? We know that some of you sure aren't. It's time for some tough love, which starts by us pointing out the Top 10 Signs You Aren't Ready for Christmas.

Time to take down the corn stalk, bale of straw and witch-on-a-stick. Don't you have a holiday wreath somewhere?

Yeah, we've seen guys like you, wandering through the mall with dazed looks on your faces. You're down to the wire, buddy. We suggest heading straight for the jewelry store.

Your kids wanted the latest must-have-it toy and you didn't stand in line for 8 hours to get it on Black Friday. Now all you have is a couple pairs of snowflake pajamas and some chocolate oranges.

No, baby carrots and a few containers of Greek yogurt don't count. You have friends and family showing up in just a few hours! Stock up on cheese balls, hors d'oeuvres and a ham. Oh, and bake some Christmas cookies already!

Aren't you supposed to be at Grandma's house… in Michigan? Sure, you can just show up at the airport and hope that you can still get a ticket. Better bring a couple thousand bucks with you for airfare.

It's your turn to host Christmas dinner. It might be time to vacuum that rug (yes we know you vacuumed in July. Do it again). And maybe get all that junk off the dining room table. At least you ordered a Christmas goose from the butcher. Which reminds us…

Time to figure that one out. Google, “idiot's guide to cooking Christmas goose." That might help. Or not.

You can't show up at the home of your husband's boss wearing those sweat pants and a t-shirt. There's still time to go out and find a classy, stunning dress. But it's way too late to lose that 20 pounds.

You promised the kids a foray out into the wilderness to choose and cut down a Christmas tree. But if you're reading this and it's already dark outside, it's probably a good idea to just head for the tree lot and hope there's something left.

What? You didn't buy batteries? Well I guess now you're heading to the convenience store to pay $20 for a package of four.




The SCW-Tron comes to life once again, showcasing the backstage area of the City National Civic in San Jose. The only thing seen at first by those watching on the screen is a seemingly thick cloud of smoke wafting across the forefront of the shot. Not much else can be deciphered from the immediate vicinity until the sound of coughing can be heard and into the shot steps the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions, the Bosom Buddies aka Big B and Despayre. As usual, Despayre has his championship belt worn around his neck so that the championship emblem dangles down closer towards his upper chest region. Big B, on the other hand, has his own belt slung over his shoulder as he might find it a challenge in itself to manage to fit it around his thick, muscular waistline.

The crowd cheers heartily at the first glimpse of the champions, but they seemingly can not hear as their faces are creased with frowns as their hands wave about, trying to fan the smoke from around them, the better to get a good breath and see. Despayre's face scrunches up and he quickly pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger, turning to Big B.

Despayre: Phew! Do you smell that!?

Big B quickly back pedals and looks aghast, his cheeks flushed.

Big B: Sorry. I had a burrito for lunch.

Despayre: No, I mean... huh? No! Not that. This...

Despayre waves a hand at the smoke, frowning and he pulls the title belt from over his head and uses the large golden plate to fan at the smoke.

Despayre: This! It smells weird! It smells like B.O.!

Big B: Hey don't look at me! I showered!

Despayre: N... no! I mean... it just smells weird! What is it?

Then onto the scene steps 'Stoner' Scott Oliver, taking a self rolled cigarette from between his lips, he turns his head and purses his lips, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. The champions glance at the backstage reporter's clothes and it seems the smoke is clinging to the very fabric of the outfit that he's wearing. Big B taps Despayre on the shoulder and leans down to whisper in his little buddy's ear.

Big B: I think it's him.

Despayre silently nods in agreement, before turning to 'Stoner' and putting on his best 'fake' smile, trying to ignore the smell of that cigarette (?) while breathing deeply through his mouth.

Despayre: Hi! Uh.... you haven't by any chance spotted a can of Febreze around here by any chance, have you? I mean...

Despayre shakes his head, making that sound with his cheeks, as Big B clears his throat and tries to look innocent.

Despayre: I mean, wassup dog?

Stoner: You mean, dawg?

Despayre blinks and looks up at an equally confused Big B, before turning back to the reporter.

Despayre: Yeah, that's kinda sorta what I said. So! ... Er, `sup?

Scott shakes his head and casually motions toward the shot off-camera with his hand.

Stoner: Nothing much. Just having a chat with my pal here about your match coming up.

Big B and Despayre lean over to look past Scott and spot the familiar diminutive form of Angel on a chair against the wall. Despayre huffs and sets his hands on his hips, as Big B shakes his head.

Despayre: So THAT'S where you went off to! Giving an interview! How you can give an interview about a tag title match without the champs though...

Despayre shares a look of haughty disapproval with his partner, 'Bernie', and looks at Stoner, shaking his finger at him.

Despayre: And you! I hope you haven't been indulging him!

Stoner: Naw! Not to worry! We just been sharing some Doritos and chatting about NXT. He's not much of a talker though. Didn't give me anything, really.

Despayre's eyes blinked and opened wide.

Despayre: Really? Angel didn't wanna talk?

Stoner: Not a bit. I tried but every time I asked a question about Steve Ramone and Connor Murphy, he froze.

Big B: probably that stage fright again.

Despayre nods.

Despayre: Prolly! Angel does tend to get that when there's a camera pointed at him. Though other times you can't keep him from photo bombing everyone around him when there's a camera around. Teddy bears! Who can figure them out?

Despayre looks back over his shoulder with a goofy smile.

Despayre: But it's sure fun trying!

Big B smiles as well and nods.

Stoner: So you two are ready for your defense tonight against NXT?

Despayre: You bet! Steve and Connor are usually nice guys but tonight it's about more than just our titles.

Big B nods and adds.

Big B: Yeah! We remember they're the reason why my cuz Nick is out of action! We're going to win this match and keep our titles, because they're ours.

Despayre: Yeah! This one's for you Nick!

Despayre smiles into the camera and waves, presumably to Nick Jones, and Big B's face shifts beside Despayre's own and he does the same.

Big B: Hi cuz! Bye cuz!

Despayre throws the belt back around his neck and scoops Angel up into his arms and the champions proceed to step away from the camera...

Despayre: Angel says he's feeling awfully hungry all of a sudden.

Big B: Hope he didn't get a contact high...




Simone: What a night! The matches have been some of the best that I have seen.

Adams: That they have. Up next we have...

The house lights go down, as a golden and black spotlights go over the crowd. "So Beautiful, So Evil" begins to play over the loud speaker. The tron comes to life with a bird's eye view of the great Pyramids on the Giza Strip, only to change to what appears to be the interior of a tomb where we see Necra with eyes closed and they open glowing a blue color, as the scene changes to shots from matches, and her title wins. Mist starts to roll from around the stage area, as Necra rises up from underneath with Ex at her side.

Adams: What is she doing out here?

Simone: I don't know.

Necra and Ex make their way to the ring, but she doesn't acknowledge the crowd around her. She moves quickly on silent feet, and reaches the ring. Ex helps her up onto the edge of the ring, and opens the ropes for her. She slips into the ring, and stands in the middle of the ring, with Ex standing with her. She calls for a mic, as her music cuts.

Necra: DELIA!!! DELIA!!! I don't know if you're still here or not, but you have crossed the line one to many times! You have caused my sister Zuri to doubt herself and her abilities, and then... Then... You hurt a true innocent here this night!

Simone: Who does she mean?

Adams: Maybe her servant girl...

Necra: Sara had nothing to do with what we have done to you and your little whores! If you wanted a fight then all you had to do was come after me instead! Delia you have sealed not only your fate but those of the Mean Girls and your unborn child!

The crowd roars as she looks around the arena. Her eyes flash red, and go back to their normal color once again.

Adams: No wonder she's out here.

Simone: She hates the Mean Girls with everything she has.

Necra: Next week I don't care which one of you little whores that I face... But I want one of you to pay for what you have done to my sweet Sara. But it will be on my terms... A Sarcophagus Match!

Simone: Holy crap!

Adams: Do you think Hot Stuff and Underwood will give it to her?

Simone: I don't know, but I guess we'll see what happens next week.

Necra: If you're to afraid to accept then I have proven my point that all of your are nothing but cowards that have slept their way to the top. I am the Goddess of the Death, Queen of the Dead, Reaper of Souls, and the Lady in Black. Fear me! For when you gaze upon me you will see your end!

The lights flicker, and then finally go out. As the lights come back on, we see that Necra and Ex are both gone, and her symbol burns on the screen above the stage before fading into nothingness.

Adams: She is royally pissed off isn't she?

Simone: I'd say. We'll be back after this.




Blanca has been searching frantically for her sister after their brief one sided fight. Blanca has searched high and low for Zuri with no real success. She finally sees Zuri sitting near the catering area and jogs right for her. Zuri gets up from her chair as Blanca finally reaches her sister.

Blanca: Where have you been Zuri? I have been looking all over for you.

Zuri still doesn't respond to her sister while blankly staring into her eyes.

Blanca: Why won't you let Necra and Joanne help you? All they want is for The Daughters of Darkness to continue on with the battle against The Mean Girls.

Zuri: Has it ever occurred to you that maybe this battle isn't about those dweebs? Blanca, you are trying so hard to get in Necra's pants that you are blind.

Blanca gets right in her sister's face.

Zuri: Back the fuck up Blanca.

Blanca: No, I have no idea what has gotten into you but this is not you. Will you please let me help you?

Zuri: Help me? I don't need your help.

Blanca: Yes, you do Zuri.

Zuri: No, I don't now get out of my way.

Zuri walks right past Blanca who throws her arms high into the air. Blanca shakes her head while heading towards the parking garage. Fifteen minutes have passed as Zuri is standing in front of a monitor watching security and police officers checking on a woman lying face down on the asphalt. Security assumes it is Blanca Chastain as Zuri's face comes into focus showing no emotion on it.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is an opening round match in the tournament to crown a new SCW Roulette Champion!

The lights go out and a white strobe flashes as "Not Going Away" by Ozzy Osbourne plays. A figure appears in front of the white strobe which turns into a steady red light revealing Chris Shipman. He is carrying his trademark barbed wire noose in his hand as he slowly walks to the ring.

Justin: Introducing first, making his way down the aisle, representing the Seven Deadly Sins! From West London, England, weighing 250 pounds ... CHRIS SHIPMAN!

Shipman slithers under the bottom rope and taunts the crowd before taking a seat in the corner waiting for the match to start. The music fades and the lights come back on.

Justin: And his opponent...

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: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Peggy Sue and Clint Outlaw, from Country Boy Paradise, weighing around two hundred and thirty four ...

Suddenly Andrew Watts comes racing up from behind Wallace, and he swings a steel chair into Wallace's back! Peggy Sue screams out as the sound of the chair striking her husband's back is heard all over the building!

Adams: Andrew Watts with a steel chair! He's not letting this match even begin!

Simone: It looks like he's going to end whatever has happened between Wallace Jordan and himself before it even has a chance to really begin!

The blow sends Wallace stumbling down to one knee, and Andrew swings the chair around again, knocking Jordan to his hands and knees!

Simone: Two chair shots and Wallace is trying to fight through the pain!

Adams: He is one tough cow poke!

Peggy Sue and Clint try to intervene on Wallace's behalf, but Andrew swings around to face them, wielding the chair menacingly!

Simone: Don't you dare! Your ass will be out of Sin City Wrestling faster than it takes the ripped contract to hit the waste basket if you hit her!

Peggy Sue and Clint jump back and Andrew throws the chair to the floor and he grabs hold of Wallace in a front facelock and falls back, planting Jordan's skull into the chair with the DDT!

Adams: he's tough but who the hell can stand up to a DDT onto a chair!?

Simone: And will you look at Shipman!

Inside of the ring, Chris Shipman is leaning against the ropes, his chin resting on his forearms with a smile of content on his face.

Simone: The least he could do is help!

Adams: No, he's actually doing the least that he can do -- nothing!

Watts points at Peggy Sue and Clint, then slowly stands up and he starts delivering swift kicks down into Wallace's body, knocking him over onto his back and the camera picks up a heavy flow of crimson streaking down his face!

Simone: He's busted open! That DDT into the steel opened Wallace Jordan up!

Watts drops to both knees and hammers away with fist after fist into his head, further worsening the bleeding wound as Clint and Peggy Sue shout for assistance! Andrew grabs Jordan by his gore soaked hair and drags him up, setting him up for a piledriver when Clint has seen enough and he throws a shot to Watts's back, trying to break it up! Andrew drops Wallace and turns around -- and clotheslines Clint, turning him inside out!

Simone: Oh that son of a...! Clint Outlaw is not a wrestler!

Peggy Sue stands frozen at the carnage, then moves in between her fallen husband and Andrew who shouts for her to move! She begs -- pleads -- with him to stop, and before he can say or do anything further, the security personnel of he building rush out, preventing any further harm from being inflicted!

Adams: Right on time gents! As always!

Andrew walks off, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he walks right past the paramedics who wheel a gurney out to the prone form of Wallace Jordan!

Adams: You know, I know this isn't the most appropriate question right now... but what does this mean for the tournament?

The medics work to secure Wallace's neck in a brace before even attempting to set him on the gurney...

Simone: That's actually a very good question, Jason. This first round match never got started, so what it means is anyone's guess!

As Peggy Sue and Clint watch the paramedics do their work, Shipman casually strolls past the chaotic scene and pauses to watch. Shipman casually runs his fingers down the bleeding head of Wallace, then looks at the horrified face of Wallace's wife and 'waves hello' to her with the blood of her husband on his own hand before turning and walking away.

Adams: That ... is one disturbing individual!




The cameras switch backstage. Misty is seen walking down the hall in her search for Melody Grace and Roxi Johnson, but she has yet to find either of them. Just as she is about to turn down another hall, she's taken by surprise when an oversized butterfly net comes crashing down around her, trapping here where she stands.

Melody: GOTCHA!!

Melody giggles as she holds the net over Misty, and Roxi Johnson stands behind her. Misty glares through the net at them, unable to move.

Roxi: Well that was easier than I was expecting.

Misty: Melody…Roxi…What the hell are you two doing?!

Melody and Roxi look at each other with a smile.

Roxi: Operation Jellyfish!

Melody: SUCCESS!

Melody and Roxi share another laugh, but Misty has a look of pure annoyance on her face.

Misty: Would you please take this ridiculous net off of me?!

Melody frowns.

Melody: But…if I do that you're going to get away and the whole point was to trap you so you couldn't run anymore!

Misty: You didn't need to trap me, Melody. I was just on my way to find you two anyway. I'm not going to run away.

Melody looks at Roxi, but Roxi just shrugs.

Melody: Are you sure?

Misty nods as best as she can.

Misty: I promise, I'm not going to run away. And to prove it, I give Roxi permission to trip me if I do.

Roxi: I…I wouldn't do that!

Misty: Well you won't have to because as I said, I'm not running anywhere. Now, please Melody…LET ME OUT OF THIS NET!

Melody: Okay! Okay! Geez, don't have a fit!

Melody pulls the net off of Misty, and Misty brushes herself off and fixes her hair. She stays true to her word and doesn't run away, though Melody was prepared for her to run.

Misty: Thank you. Now, as I said, I was just trying to find you two because I wanted to talk to the both of you.

Roxi: Before you say anything else, you better realize we're not taking no for an answer! We're not letting you quit again, and if you think the net was bad, just wait until you see what we have in store for you next!

Melody: Yeah! What she said!

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

Misty: If you two would let me finish…

Melody moves her finger across her lips, acting as though she is zipping them closed. Roxi looks at Misty apologetically, and the two allow Misty to talk.

Misty: I need to start by apologizing to you two.

Melody and Roxi look at each other, a bit of shocked confusion on their face and before either of them has a chance to say anything back, Misty continues.

Misty: These past few weeks, I've been downright horrible. Well…not just these last few weeks, but the last month or so. I've just been under a lot of stressed, and it's no secret I've been very disappointed in myself for not beating Delia, among other things, and I've been taking it out on pretty much everyone. I know you two have just been trying to help, and for that I have to thank you.

Roxi: It's nothing Misty. You are our friend, and you mean a lot to the bombshells. We've all kind been taken by surprise with the Mean Girls... surviving by hook or by crook.

Melody: Not me! High five again!

Roxi looks at Melody, this time not as enthusiastic about the high five, but she does give Melody one. Misty however, leave Melody hanging.

Melody: Grouch.

Roxi: Anyway.... I know how much last month meant, and to come up short sucked. But every setback, has the seeds for a comeback! That's what I always say.

Misty: You have literally never said that. Until right now.

Roxi: My point still stands.

Melody: She's leaving us... isn't she Roxi? I knew it! I've got the net!

Roxi: Melody! Let's let her finish first, please?

Melody jabs the net in Misty's direction, forcing her to back up, until Roxi has to pull Melody back so Misty can continue. Misty rolls her eyes, but she is clearly holding back a laugh.

Misty: This whole year has been harder than I ever imagined, if I'm honest. I walked out…

Misty nods before she continues.

Misty: Yes, I admit it. I walked out. It was the biggest mistake of my life and I told myself I would never let it happen again. I also told myself that I wouldn't allow Delia to beat me, but she did and it has been hard as hell to get back on the horse so to speak and work on a comeback after that. A part of me didn't want to. I really saw no point.

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

Misty: Until you two decided to get involved.

Melody and Roxi smile brightly and excitedly.

Misty: Now…I can't promise that I'm going to be as happy and bubbly as you two are most of the time, but…I'm willing to give it a shot. I'm done disappointing people. I'm done coming across as a bitch, because that's not who I am. Not anymore. I can't guarantee how much longer my career is going to last, but I do know one thing. I want to go out on a high not. I don't want it to end with me being looked at as a quitter. It's just not me.

Melody: Are…are you saying what I think you're saying?

Misty nods.

Misty: I…I think so. I'm ready to join you guys and try and get this division back to where it was. I won't give up until the Mean Girls reign on the Bombshell division is over.

Roxi: YES!

Melody: YAY! Team Super Sprinkles Unicorn Lovers United is officially a go!!!

Misty stands there a moment, blinking. She shakes her head and laughs.

Misty: Ummm…The name is up for discussion, Melody.

Melody shakes her head.

Melody: No it isn't! Roxi and I created it and asked YOU to join, and you just agreed!

Misty: Ok, I understand that but…We're a team now so we should decide—

Melody places her finger on Misty's lips, shushing her.

Melody: NO! NO DISCUSSION! Oh my gosh, Roxi, do you know what this means now?!

Roxi shakes her head, but looks at Melody with an excited smile.

Melody: We need to get to work on a team uniform now!!!

Melody and Roxi jump up and down excitedly but Misty's jaw just drops open, and she's left speechless. She tries to say something, but Melody and Roxi each take one of her hands and drag her away, laughing excitedly.




The lights suddenly die out and the following words are flashed across the Titantron.

Victory is the child of preparation and determination. - Sean Hampton

01/11/15




The camera pans around the arena as suddenly a stretcher with a filled body bag on it comes launching towards the ring. Shipman is in hot pursuit carrying a long strand of barbed wire. The stretcher hits the ring with a violent stop. Shipman catches up and rolls the body bag into the ring. He quickly goes and gets a microphone and begins to talk.

Shipman: So everybody thinks I am some joke. Everybody thinks I am just someone they can stomp a few times and then I am down for the count. Well SCW, fans, anybody who is watching, I suggest hide your kids, hide your wife, because in a few short moments you will see why I am the Original Psycho, the hottest signing in SCW history, and the King of Violence.

Shipman smiles as he unzips the body bag. The crowd goes insane when he lifts up the bloody head of an unconscious Hydro. Shipman drags the limp body out and ties Hydro's arms in the ropes. Shipman slaps him a few times to wake him up. Hydro is starting to regain conscience when Shipman grabs the microphone.

Shipman: Ah I see you all know this man. A man who thought he would make a point by attacking me. Well after tonight this man will be no more then a brown stain on the underwear of life, or I guess in this case a red stain in a whore's panties.

Shipman drops the mic and grabs the barbed wire. He looks at the wire, then at Hydro and goes to the opposite end of the ring. He takes a running start and then, when in range, whips Hydro as hard as he can. The barbed wire wraps around Hydro's back and comes up his side and catches part of his chest. Hydro shows signs of pain but just as quickly Shipman does it again and again. Blood is trickling all over Hydro. Shipman gets in Hydro's face and says something. Hydro responds by spitting blood on Shipman. Shipman unimpressed slides under the ring and looks for something. Hydro is trying to free himself but is too weak from the assault. Shipman emerges with a chair and the barbed wire noose. Shipman goes back up to Hydro and wraps the barbed wire he was whipping Hydro with around Hydro's face. In one of the most sinister acts in his history Shipman begins bashing the barbed wire in with the chair. An uneasy sound can be heard coming from in the ring. Shipman after bending the chair then takes the barbed wire off of Hydro's face. A heavy blood flow has covered Hydro's face much to Shipman's delight. Shipman then rubs his hand on Hydro then rubs the blood on himself like war-paint. He grabs the microphone yet again.

Shipman: Let this be a message to all. Friend or enemy. You screw with me, and you will receive a similar fate.

Shipman throws the microphone at Hydro before putting the noose on him. Shipman unwraps Hydro from the ropes and tosses him over the top. Hydro lays in a pool of blood on the floor but before anyone can run down and tend to him, Shipman pulls on the other end of the noose from inside the ring. Hydro begins choking and gasping for air as the barbs puncture his neck. Soon police, security, and SCW staff rush the ring. Shipman backs off and escapes into the crowd. He is seen taunting everybody as if saying his job was done as EMTs come down to Hydro.




The camera picks up a shot of Wallace Jordan being loaded into an ambulance in the back parking lot. Peggy Sue climbs in to go to the hospital with him as Clinton leaves for his vehicle. The paramedics shut the back door of the ambulance and the lights and siren turn on and it starts to pull out, taking Jordan for immediate medical attention...

Simone: Well, we see there Wallace Jordan being taken to the hospital. We certainly wish him the best for a speedy recovery, and hope to get an update on his condition as soon as possible.

Adams: And we heard from the bosses?

Simone: Yes, Mark and Christian have told me that due to the match never having started, it has been ruled a No Contest.

Adams: Wow! So neither man advances!

Simone: Correct! Neither Wallace Jordan or Chris Shipman advances to the second round.

Adams: Boy! If Andrew watts was looking to screw over Wallace Jordan, he got a two for one! Possibly injured him AND cost him a championship!




Justin: And now in the main event... for the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championships... Coming to the ring first weighing in at 200 pounds... from Queens New York..... Steveeeee Ramooooneeee

"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve's opponent.

Justin: And his tag team partner...

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

Justin: Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada, Connor MURPHY!

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

Justin: and their opponents and the current Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions... at a combined weight of 463 pounds... making their way to the ring being accompanied by their manager Angel and Synn.... It's Biiiiiiig B and Despayreeeee.... the Booooosooooom Buddddieeees!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All four men stand in the middle of the ring. Ah the referee lifts one of the tag team championships up above his head showing off what all these men will be fighting for. Big B and Despy are like a well oiled machine as they decide that Despy will be in this match up first up. Connor and Steve take a little bit longer to decide who is going to start this thing off.

Adams: Bit of a repeat from last week, sure nXt is a well oiled stable within SCW but these boys haven't been tagging together for as long as Big B and Despy have.

Simone: I'm sure Spike Staggs will be working hard with these two to help iron out any kinks.

Connor steps forward and he is the one that will start this thing of Team nXt.

Ding, ding, ding.

Connor and Despy starts this off with an lock up. As the two boys push and pull at each other Connor gets the upper hand with a side headlock. Despy had it calculated tho as he quickly twirls out of it now locking Connor in a side headlock. Connor doesn't like being out grunted so the nXt member quickly reverses the hold putting Despy back in a side headlock before tossing Despy to the floor with a snap-mare.

Adams: Connor coming out the top do there Belinda.

Simone: Not so fast.

Connor gets down on the ground and tries to lock Despy in with a sleeper hold but Despy quickly uses his legs and scissors them around Connor's neck. Connor is quick to lift up off the matt breaking the hold. Both men make it back up to their feet once more coming together in the centre of the ring. Both men lock up once more but Connor gets a mean streak in his way as he quickly arm wrenches Despy before pushing him into the ropes. Connor looks for a short clothesline but Despy ducks underneath it, racing across the ring the Sin member uses it as a rebound gaining speed he comes back flying across the ring. Connor ducks out of the way but Despy continues with his momentum as he jumps up on the middle rope using them as a springboard before he comes sailing in catching Connor's neck with his legs for a hurricanrana take down. Connor from the impact is sent sailing across the ring canvas and he rolls out of the ring.

Adams: Despy is on fire.

Simone: Don't say that too loud!

Connor gets up to his feet on the outside of the ring and looks to make his way back in but Despy come shop skipping and jumping across the canvas and slides into him with a low drop kick. Despy quickly makes his way up to his feet and he rushes towards the ropes, bouncing his back off of them the Sin member uses them for speed once more as he comes running across the ring, dropping to the canvas he slide son his belly to the outside landing straight on to the fallen Connor's torso with a splash.

Adams: Well that was interesting.

Synn and Big B clap on in an approval as the referee starts to make the count.

1...

2...

3...

Both Men look at getting back into the ring, as Despy helps Connor along nicely by pushing him back inside under the bottom rope. While Connor is finding his footing inside the ring Despy climbs up the turnbuckle. Connor sees this out of the corner of his eyes and he quickly makes his way over to the ropes, crashing into him he causes Despy to tumble down but Connor catches him on his shoulders. Despy starts to hail on Connor's head with left and right punches trying to save himself but Connor doesn't let go he looks to rock back and slam Despy's back onto the canvas but Despy quickly thinks of an escape plan as she smoothly reverses the move into a tornado DDT.

Simone: Steve is looking for the tag.

Adams: Desperately looking for the tag here.

Despy doesn't go for the pin fall, he just gets back up and goes to pick Connor up but Connor harshly pushes him away sending Despy to the canvas. Connor gets up to his feet and makes his way over to the ropes using them as a springboard the nXt member calculated Despy's every move perfectly as soon as the Sin's member is up Connor nails him with a disaster kick to the side of the head. The slapping sound of boot hitting temple is enough to send the crowd into a shocked gasp. Connor hooks the leg and goes for the pin.

1...

2...

NO! Despy is able to get the shoulder up. However Big B and Synn look on concerned as Despy seems dazed and confused as he continues to shakes his head as if to try and remove the pain that Connor had just placed there.

Adams: Synn looks like he is going to rip Connor's face off after this match for that move.

Simone: It was a legal move Jason.

Connor gets back up to his feet and makes his way over to Despy lifting him up the bigger man grabs hold of Despy's wrestling pants and uses them to help him lift Despy up in the air for what looks like a delayed vertical Suplex.

Simone: Jesus Christ!

Adams: Big B looks livid, here he wants in!

Steve is cheering Connor on from ring side as his tag team partner pancakes Despy back down to the ring canvas with a Delayed Vertical face buster. Connor hooks the leg once more looking for a pin.

Adams: I think were done here.

1...

2...

NO! Kick out Despy is able to get the shoulder up once more. Connor is angry but he doesn't let it show as he just gets up from the canvas. Dragging Despy along with him he takes him to the nXt corner and tags in Steve. Steve is quick on the attack as he kicks at the back Despy's knees taking him down. Not wasting a moment in time Steve circle Despy and grabs onto his arm wrenching it around. As Despy is pulled up to his feet by Steve, Ramone starts to kick away at Despy's midsection. The Sin drops back down to his knees as Steve comes flying in with a running high knee. Despy is flung backwards and Steve goes for the pin fall.

1...

2...

No!

Adams: That Despy kids sure is tough.

Steve doesn't show any signs of concern as the fresh nXt member makes his way up to his feet grabbing onto Despy's arm once again her wrenches it around before pulling on it, trying to get it to jar up. Despy can he heard grunting in pain while Synn and Big B watch on. Big B is bouncing up and down on the ring apron wanting in, like a crazed caged animal he is arm out stretched and waiting. Steve continues to pick part Despy's right arm like a vulture who claims his kill. Pulling him around Steve locks him in for an arm lock, holding him tightly while the referee asks Despy if he wants to give him. The referee is met with a very loud no yelled in their face.

Simone: How this match has turned.

Adams: Despy needs to somehow make the tag here Belinda.

Simone: I think he knows that?

Adams: Oh really? I was thinking I would have to step in here and let him know.

Simone: Please sit down.

Big B is clapping trying to get the fans behind Despy, which seems to be working as Despy reverses to arm lock and in turns locks Steve in for one. Steve being the fresh man is able to push Despy away with ease but Despy has a surprise for him with a massive sit out jaw breaker. Steve flies across the canvas while Despy runs towards him leaping up into the air Despy crashes down on top of Steve with a slam but somersaults his way over his body as he finally makes the tag to Big B.

Adams: Here we go!

Synn checks on Despy as he rolls out of the ring to the floor outside, while Big B steps over the top rope coming in with a sense of business. Steve is back up to his feet but not for long as Big B comes crashing with a dominate clothesline. Picking Steve back up from the canvas Big B nails him with a head butt, while Steve frantically tries to make his way back to his corner looking for a tag. Scooping Steve up in his hands Big B wraps his monster like arms around his waist and shakes him in a massive bear hug, before tossing Steve into the ropes. Steve tries to use the ropes as a springboard but Big Bi just catches him and slams him into the canvas with a power-slam.

Simone: Clean up aisle nXt

Adams: Holy Cow, Big B.... is well.... Big!!

Steve stagger sup to his feet and Big B pushes him back into his own corner, as Connor makes the tag

Adams: Not sure that's exactly what Big B was meant to do there.

Simone: Hold up, who is this?

Adams: Is that Nick Jones making his way down here?

Nick Jones is shown making his way down the ramp, his eyes are firmly planted on Big B who hasn't noticed him at all yet. Connor comes crashing into the ring leaping from the ropes looking to nail the big guy down early but Big B just catches him nailing another power-bomb Big B hooks the legs and goes for the pin fall.

1...

2...

No! Connor kicks out.

Adams: Is it just me or is Big B teaching everyone a very important message out here tonight?

Simone: He's only been in the ring for a short time, but he is definitely making an impact.

Nick Jones finally makes his way to ring side and keeps his eyes locked on Big B while Synn has his eyes firmly locked on Nick Jones.

Adams: I have no idea what is going on here Belinda.

Simone: How is that any different for any other show?

Big B lifts Connor up to his feet and looks to put this one away with a massive B-Bomb but Connor snakes out of it and comes colliding in with a super kick to Big B's jaw sending the big guy down on his back. Connor takes a chance and goes for the pin fall.

1...

2...

No! Big B powers out of the pin fall, Connor gets up to his feet and rushes towards the ropes and comes crashing in with a leg drop before he gets back up his feet and starts kicking a hole in Big B. Big B covers his face with his monster like arms and finally catches a break and rolls out of the way. Connor knows he needs to get the big guy down so he rushes at him and nails his knee into the side of Big B's head but Big B just stands up and inhales loudly.

Adams: Oh boy!

Simone: I think Big B has had enough!

Connor runs at him again and looks for a DDT but Big B grabs him and lifts him up in the air before slamming him down painfully to the canvas with a B-Bomb. Big B hooks the leg.

1...

Steve looks as if he is about to charge into the ring so Despy keeps his eyes on his face.

2...

Steve goes to enter the ring but Nick Jones sneakily trips him up unbeknown to Big B and Despy.

3...

Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Here are your winners and Still Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions... Big B and Despayre.... The Bosom Buddies.

Despy rushes into the ring to celebrate with Big B, while Synn grabs onto their championship belts before heading into the ring himself to celebrate with the boys. Big B only now see Nick Jones as he is standing beside him in the ring a look of confusion spreads on his face.

Adams: This looks interesting.

Nick Jones just smirks at Big B and slaps his right hand on Big B's back in approval.

Big B, Despy, Synn and Nick all stand in the middle of the ring with their arms raised in victory while Steve and Connor make their way to the back.




Simone: That's all we've got time for.

'Burning Down the House' by the Used begins to blast in the PA system and out walks Drake Green to a loud POP. He slaps a few hands on the way down the ramp and quickly struts up the steel steps and slips between the ropes. He walks over to Justin and grabs a microphone before trying to quiet down the crowd a bit. He goes to speak but is drowned out by the cheering crowd.

Adams: Or not Bindy.

Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!

Drake smiles.

Drake: I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What time is it?

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

The crowd follows with a massively huge MEGA POP! Drake smiles in appreciation before attempting to quiet them down again.

Drake: Last week, in this ring, a man took it in his own hands to come out and here and cost me the SCW Heavyweight title.

He rubs his chin as he ponders his next words.

Drake: I had this whole plan on how I wanted to come out here and demand that he walk down that aisle and give me a reason. All week, I wanted answers on why a man who at one point I called a friend decided to take a steel chair and smack it across my face and then put Sean Jackson on top of me for a cheap victory. I couldn't wait to hear his side of the story. But then I got here today...

He starts to pace back and forth quickly in the ring.

Drake: I got here today and things just started to really rile me up. So I've decided...Gabriel Stevens...I don't care why you did it. It doesn't matter to me what self-absorbed reason you have for doing what you did. You see, Gabriel...now I just want to beat your ass all over San Jose and remind you exactly why I am the Main Event Maker!

Crowd: MEGA POP!

Drake: So I'll tell you what, Magic Man, you got ten seconds to get your slimy, slithering, snake ass down here to this ring...or I'm gonna back there and drag you out here myself.

Crowd: MEGA POP!

He starts to point to the crowd and they begin to count down for him..

Crowd: TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!

Drake stares up the ramp and to the curtain but no one comes out.

Drake: Fine...have it your way...

Just as Drake goes to slip between the ropes, ‘Zombie' by Breed 77 begins to play.

Simone: Ask and thou shall receive

Adams: But Drake's asking for a man who dropped him on his head last week

“Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation and the figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. He slowly pulls the hood back. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. Gabriel moves towards the ring, his eyes narrowed on Drake as he gets to the outside, walking up the steps and into the ring, walking past Drake.

Simone: There's a whole lot of hate in that ring right now

Gabriel moves towards Justin Decent, leaning through the ropes and clicking his fingers, prompting Justin to hand him a microphone. Justin does that as Zombie fades out. Gabriel moves towards Drake in the center of the ring, a smile on his face as he raises the microphone to his lips.

Gabriel: I must have dropped you on your head a little too hard last week if you really thought it was a good idea to come out here and call me out.

Drake: Unfortunately for you, it wasn't quite hard enough. Maybe you're a bit too past your prime to remember how to use a steel chair. I know it's been a while for you...

Gabriel raises a finger to Drake, cutting him off.

Gabriel: Ever heard the phrase “It's better to be thought of as a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt?". Past my prime? Oh no no no Drake. Being past my prime would mean I would sit in the back and not waste my time being on this piss poor show. I've been asked all week why I cost you that title. Do you know why I did it Drake? Any ideas running through that little head of yours?

Drake: I thought long and hard about this one Gabriel and the only thing I could come up is that you're just a jealous, sad, has been. I'm pretty sure that's it.

Gabriel: That's the best you could come up with? You've known me a long time, since you crawled in from ACW, with all the hype, with all the cameras pointed in your face. After all this time, THAT is the best you come up with? Jealous sad, has been. Let's be honest about this, you may call me a has been, but you Drake Green, you have always been a “never was". Look at the crowd Drake, look at them all wanting you to pick me up and drop me on my head, all because you've spent a career lying to each and every one of them. That's what makes you a never was.

Drake: You know I've heard the same rhetoric now from everybody back there that doesn't like that I've come here from ACW and stolen the spotlight. It's not my fault that people like you couldn't entertain these people enough. It's not my fault that you couldn't ever get back to the main event scene. I know you're a talented guy, Gabriel. But you should be directing your anger and Mark Ward for never giving you that chance again. If you wanted a match with me...I would've defended that title tonight against you. But instead you chose the chicken shit way of doing things. You didn't when I couldn't see you coming and where does that leave any of us now?

Gabriel: You call what you do entertainment? You come out here and lick the arse of every person in the building and you call that entertainment? You use everyone you can to be where you are and claim you're entertaining these people. When was the last time you looked in the mirror Drake and was honest with yourself? When was the last time you was honest with anyone? You spend your whole time in SCW trying to fuck your way through the bombshell roster, and you use these people to make yourself popular

Gabriel moves close to Drake, moving his head closer to Drake's ear.

Gabriel: Tell them the truth, Drake

Drake laughs.

Drake: Is that what it is, Gabriel? You're mad because I get laid more than you? I don't think there's any secret...I have the Enquirer and the Hotwire to thank for that. How about this...you look me in the face and for just one second be a man and admit to all of these people that spend their good hard money to come see us….that you're jealous.

Gabriel: People come to spend their money to see me, because let's face it, I'm interesting and you're just a run of the mill, generic good guy. People come to watch real talent like me, instead of a guy who buries his head so far up the fan's arses, he can see through their eyes. I'm not jealous of you Drake, while I was turning this company into something special, you was jobbing in Canada to guys no one has seen in a long time. You were laying on your back looking at the light. There's a reason why I stopped you from being a champion once more. It's because you don't deserve to be a champion, you don't deserve a title that had my name on it before anyone elses. You are an embarrassment to SCW because you constantly come out here, lie to everyone, just for your own gain.

Drake: You know hidden in all that rambling that just came out of your mouth was just a hint of fact. The fact that you were the very first SCW Heavyweight Champion, something I bet about half of these people didn't even know and the rest only remember when Belinda Simone is kind enough to mention it. But let's expand on that thought a bit. You were a champion...WERE a champion. The SCW brass went all in on you in the beginning..that's a fact. You beat a field of only who knows how many to be that first champion...that's a fact. You are the only person that can say they were the first heavyweight champion….that's a fact. But do you know what else is a fact? You couldn't hang. You proved to the bosses that you weren't main event caliber. So they did the best thing possible….they made you a tag team wrestler and look how good you've done. You can't come out here and blame me for your short comings Gabe. It doesn't work like that. It's not my fault you didn't have what it takes….

Adams: Drake just mentioned your name Belinda! That's like the best Christmas present you can get!

Gabriel: Oh I could hang, but I had other things on my mind, I had other goals to hit. I had other things on my mind. For a long time Drake, I didn't have to focus on that, because I wanted to win gold with Despayre, and I did just that. I don't blame you for my short comings, I blame you for taking a title that had history and destroying it's legacy. I blame you for using everyone in arenas all over the world, to get where you are. I blame you for pissing on SCW history, that I started, by using every snide trick you could.

Gabriel looks around the arena, pointing out to the crowd, turning his back to Drake.

Gabriel: See what you people don't see, is that Drake Green has more faces than a town clock. You only see what Drake Green wants you to see, but when those cameras are not on him, this man right here is a no good bastard, plotting how he can use you all once more for popularity. Drake Green doesn't care about you, Drake Green cares about how he can squeeze every last penny out of you. Why else would he be in that piss poor movie? He feeds you a bunch of lines, just so you start to idolize him.

Gabriel turns back to Drake.

Gabriel: It really was piss poor, but helped ya squeeze their money out of them, right Drake?

Drake steps closer to Gabriel. His nostrils flair as he breaths in heavy.

V/O: San Jose, can you feel it coming in the air tonight?

The arena erupts into boos as heads begin to turn towards the entrance ramp.

Simone: Well, I think it's safe to say this is about to get even more interesting.

Adams: We may need security if Sean heads to the ring.

Sure enough, Sean Jackson steps out onto the entrance ramp with the SCW heavyweight title draped over his shoulder. Wearing black slacks and a button down dress shirt, he raises the mic to his mouth as he begins a slow stride to the ring.

Jackson: Gentlemen, gentlemen, and I use that term loosely. Why are you conducting Brady Bunch business in my ring?

The air is sucked out of the building as everyone holds their collective breaths. If anyone knows anything about this business, it's to never disrespect Drake Green and Gabriel Stevens while conducting business. But it appears that Sean Jackson has forgotten that rule.

Jackson: Instead of seeing two former has beens standing in the ring reserved for the real heavyweight champion, I see an episode of Marsha and Jan Brady.

Sean stops just before the ring steps and motions towards Drake and Gabriel.

Jackson: Now the real question is, which of you is Marsha and which of you is Jan?

Adams: Brady Bunch references? really?

Simone: I don't think they're going to like that very much.

As Sean moves up the ring steps, he motions for Drake and Gabriel to step backward, clearing his entrance through the ropes. As they comply, Sean uses his free hand to steady the championship belt on his shoulder as he steps in.

Jackson: Now then, where was I? Oh yes, the Brady girls. You know, I was sitting in the back, admiring my championship and I couldn't help but overhear the lovefest taking place out here. It made me sick to my stomach and frankly, I just wanted to come out here to remind you that since we're in San Jose, California….

A smile forms on Sean's face.

Jackson: They would completely understand if the two of you wanted to get a room.

Simone: Now that's completely uncalled for.

As Sean continues to speak, he points alternately at both Drake and Gabriel.

Jackson: Because from what I've seen, rolling between the sheets is the only thing you've got going for you. But, while I'm out here, let's get one thing abundantly clear. You two are FORMER champions here and really shouldn't be disrespecting me, the true champion, by talking about your pathetic attempts AS champions.

Adams: Oh man, this isn't going to end well.

It appears that Drake and Gabriel want to speak, but Sean won't shut up long enough to let them get a word in.

Jackson: First off Gabriel, I didn't need your help to take out Drake Green. The mere fact that you stuck your nose into my business is grounds for me to drill my knee into the back of your skull. But since you did ultimately make the correct decision to drop that loser on his head is the only reason you're still standing.

Gabriel goes to say something, but Sean immediately turns to Drake Green and the verbal barrage continues.

Jackson: And as for you, I've beaten you twice in two weeks with the belt on the line, so you're really not worthy of my time any longer. Matter of fact, these fans aren't even worthy of me. I know for a fact that these welfare leaching trailer park trash that you like to call fans, didn't pay nearly enough to see the heavyweight champion in action. So tonight, the only thing they're worthy of is having the truth rammed down their throats. Just like you Drake.

Sean starts pointing towards the fans, in all directions, a move that begins to piss Drake off.

Jackson: And that truth is this. They may be worthy of a couple of B plus nobodies like you two, but they'll never be worthy of me. So I tell you what, you two go ahead and play whose vagina is bigger and in the meantime, I'll just continue to be the heavyweight champion. Oh and by the way Drake, now that I'm the champion. Maybe I can get a little LIP service from Misty….

CRAAAAAAAACK!!!!

Drake punches Jackson right in the face, knocking the Champion back a few feet. He doesn't hesitate and turns directly to Gabriel and the two immediately start trading blows. Drake gets the upper hand, backing him up into the corner and begins to drop heavy bombs.

Adams: It looks like Green is getting out all that frustration.

Simone: But here comes Jackson!

As Drake continues to pummel Gabriel, Jackson pulls him around and clocks him hard, knocking him down to the mat. He stands over him and talks some inaudible trash until Gabriel walks up behind him. Sean turns around and now both men are face to face.

Adams: Oh no...

They stand toe to toe as Jackson continues to talk inaudible trash. After a moment, he slaps Gabriel across the face. Gabriel returns with another hard slap and then two men begin brawling just in time for referees and the SCW security team to run down and getinto the the ring to try and separate the two.

Simone: Finally we can get some order here.

The security team tries desperately to pull Jackson and Gabriel apart. They continue to throw punches back and forth as the security grabs them but out of nowehere, off the top rope, flies in Drake Green….landing a cross body and taking the whole pile out and down to the canvas.

Adams: Did you see that?!

Crowd: This is AWESOME! This is AWESOME!

All three men and the half dozen security officers are out in the ring. Gabriel stumbles to his feet, facing the ramp. He turns toward the center of the ring and doesn't see Drake who jumps up and nails him with a Codebreaker.

Simone: SHOWSTOPPER!

Drake kneels over Gabriel. He leans over and whispers something to him and just as he starts to get up…

BOOOOOOOM!

Jackson runs in with a shining wizard to the back of Drake's head.

Simone: GAME CALLED! GAME CALLED DUE TO DARKNESS!

Adams: Drake is out! Jackson is the only one left standing.

Jackson grabs his belt and slides out of the ring. He holds his belt high as he walks up the ramp and ‘In the Air Tonight' begins to play again. He talks trash back to the ring where Gabriel and Drake are laid out and being attended to by the SCW medical team and the crowd showers him with boos.

Simone: Sean Jackson stands tall again...look at the smile on his face! We'll see you next week on Climax Control!

Jackson holds belt high at the top of the stage, smiling, as the camera fades out on him.




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, Andy, The Lord MK, Sam, Marge, Blaque Hart, Sean Jackson, Trishelle, Caleb Houston, Liz Smalls, mystery seg guy, The Rejects, Necra, Vixen, Lord Raab. Also thank you again to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone who's a part of SCW.