Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Sport Wales National Centre in Cardiff, Wales. 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 fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Sport Wales National Centre in Cardiff, Wales, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

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

The fans cheer as Amanda bounces out, a dance to her step, and wearing the traditional Welsh costume of bedgown, skirt, cape, shawl and hat. The music starts playing and the performance begins.

Amanda: I'm upstairs the other day, trying on my sister's cords
When a man comes knocking on my door from the electric board
Well I thought about letting him in but I wasn't thinking fast
We'd only been there half an hour and he pushed his way right past.
I said Oi Mush! FUCK OFF! Who do you think you are?
Don't you look at me like that I'll do your fucking car
I said Oi Mush, FUCK OFF who do you think you are
Don't you look at me like that I'll do your fucking car

So I'm standing there picking up my teeth when the landlord comes around
Oh you little bastard he said you owes me 40 pound
He throws me up against the wall and tries to grab my giro
So I kicked the bastard in the balls and stabbed him with my biro
and said Oi Mush FUCK OFF who do you think you are
Don't you look at me like that I'll do your fucking car
I said Oi Mush FUCK OFF who do you think you are
You money grabbing bastard, I'll do your fucking car.

Next thing I knows plods at my door, waving all they truncheons
They tries to pin me to the floor so I fucking upped and punched one
Then they throws me in the van and questions me for hours
And one said wait 'till you goes down they'll love you in the showers
I said Oi Mush FUCK OFF who do you think you are
Incinerating things like that I'll torch your fucking car
I said Oi Mush FUCK OFF
He said Don't talk to me like that
So I stuck the fucking head in and said handcuff that you twat Ah FUCK OFF
OH FUCK
FUCK OFF

So that's why I'm in Strangeways doing a stretch of bird
The judge called on me to change my ways and I called him a turd
I said I'll do my time standing on my head you haven't got me beat
He said well have another fucking year and get back on your feet
I said Oi Mush FUCK OFF who do you think you are
Don't you sentence me like that I'll do your fucking car
I said Oi Mush FUCK OFF who do you think you are
You big fat wigged up bastard I'll do your fucking car
You big fat wigged up bastard I'll do your fucking car
You big fat wigged up bastard I'll do your fucking car
FUCK OFF

The popular song draws to an end, as does the performance, an the crowd here in Cardiff cheers mightily for Amanda as she prances across the stage, blowing kisses and waving.

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

Adams: And one day, I want you all to call me Dr Adams, but until then, you can just call me Jason Adams.

Simone: Seven matches are awaiting you tonight and we start with titles on the line.

Adams: Bindy's read the script tonight cause that's very true. Bombshell Tag Team Titles on the line as The Fallen defend the gold against The Mean Girls combo of Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor!

Simone: Kain successfully returned to action against Lord Raab, but tonight he takes on a whole new challenge.

Adams: Caleb Houston is one half of the tag team champions but he will be going up against The King of Kings!

Simone: Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is having issues outside the ring, but inside the ring, he is the first SCW Internet champion and tonight, he defends it for the very first time.

Adams: His opponent is one hell of a talented star in the form of Gabriel Asar. Asar looks every part a champion, and tonight he has a chance to snag his first SCW title.

Simone: Blast From The Past continues tonight. We start off with match one, where Melody Grace and Travis Nathaniel Andrews once again team up.

Adams: Last week they knocked out a champion in the form of Delia Darling, but they now have to do the same again if they wanna continue as they take on Roulette champion, Alex Kaelin and his partner Jade Manendez-Arcador.

Simone: And match two for tonight's Blast From The Past features more champions, the championship team of JT Midas and Mercedes Vargas are in action.

Adams: But they are going up against early favorites, Misty and Andrew Watts. This one is going either way, I can't even begin to work out who will win.

Simone: We have another mixed tag match, but not a tournament match, this is a very special attraction match as Wales' own Natalie McKinley makes her official re-debut in her home town, to team with former SCW World Heavyweight champion, Simon Jones.

Adams: But this fairytale could turn in to a nightmare as against them is former champions from the biggest known stable in SCW history in the New XTremes. Jessie Salco and Steve Ramone have their sights set on ruining their returns.

Simone: Main event time shows a reunion. SCW World Heavyweight Champion Gabriel teams with Despayre to reform Sinful Obsession for one night only.

Adams: They will be taking on former SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Sean Jackson and a man who is fast getting a reputation around here as the most violent man in the SCW locker room in the form of Drexel Matheson.

Simone: Lots of words has been exchange between Gabriel and Jackson and tonight they will be in the ring for the first time since Inception.

Adams: So no more messing around and talking, time to get going!




"Men of Harlech" begins to play over the PA system of the Sport Wales National Centre, which elicits a cheer from the fans.

#Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming.
#Can't you see their spearpoints gleaming?
#See their warrior pennants streaming
#To this battle field.

As the first verse of "Men of Harlech" ends, the duo of Simon Jones and Natalie McKinley emerge from behind the curtain, to be greeted by a loud cheer from the fans. Simon is dressed casually, wearing jeans and his royal blue "I Know What I Am" t-shirt - still available from the online shop - whereas Natalie has already changed into her usual ring attire, which is complemented by a replica Cardiff City F.C. jersey.

#Men of Harlech stand ye steady.
#It can not be ever said ye
#For the battle were not ready.
#Welshmen never yield.

Simon and Natalie slowly make their way towards the ring, savouring the reception from the crowd, and slapping hands with the fans that reach out to them on either side of the aisle.

#From the hills rebounding

Crowd: *Clap Clap*

#Let this war cry sounding

Crowd: *Clap Clap*

#Summon all at Cambria's call,
#The mighty force surrounding.

Crowd: *Clap Clap*

After arriving at the ringside area, Natalie leaps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes, while Simon clambers up the steps, and into the ring.

#Men of Harlech, on to glory!
#This will ever be your story.
#Keep these burning words before ye:
#Welshmen will not yield.

As Simon goes to collect two microphones from Justin Decent, Natalie walks to the side of the ring that is nearest to the camera, looks out at the crowd, and raises both of her arms, to further cheers and applause from the fans; she then turns around and walks to the opposite side of the ring, before again raising both arms, to more cheers and applause. When "Men of Harlech" ceases playing, Simon is about to hand one of the two microphones to Natalie, only for the fans to start a chant.

Crowd: Do the Ayatollah, Natalie! Do the Ayatollah, Natalie! Do the Ayatollah, Natalie!

Natalie grins, and at the urging of the crowd, she performs the Ayatollah - a gesture used by the fans of Cardiff City, that is done by repeatedly patting the top of the head with both hands. The fans cheer Natalie, and as Simon hands her a microphone, the attention of the fans is turned towards him.

Crowd: Do the Ayatollah, Simon! Do the Ayatollah, Simon! Do the Ayatollah, Simon!

Simon hesitates at first, but he then places his microphone on the canvas, before acquiescing to the fans' request for him to "do the Ayatollah." The fans cheer again, and as Simon reaches down to pick up the microphone, another chant is heard.

Crowd: Do the Ayatollah, everyone! Do the Ayatollah, everyone! Do the Ayatollah, everyone!

The fans amuse themselves, with the majority of them joining in with performing the Ayatollah. Natalie then looks towards Simon, expectantly, but he gestures for her to speak first.

Natalie: Noswaith dda, Caerdydd - croeso i SCW!

This generates another loud cheer from the crowd.

Simon: And good evening, too, to those of you that have traveled from further afield to be here - from up the valleys, and elsewhere; welcome to what promises to be a special episode of Climax Control.

Natalie feigns a confused expression.

Natalie: Why is tonight such a special night, Simon?

Simon: Because after one hundred and five episodes of Climax Control - after one hundred and twenty-seven shows overall, including four shows in the UK, tonight, for the first time, SCW has come...to Wales.

The fans cheer loudly again, before starting another chant.

Crowd: Wales! Wales! Wales! Wales!

Simon: I'm sure that all of you here have been looking forward to this evening for quite some time. I remember last year, when the whispers of a possible world tour began, seeing tweets from people in Wales, asking for SCW to come to this part of the British Isles...

Natalie interrupts Simon.

Natalie: I believe that a certain two-time Heavyweight Champion was amongst the people to tweet in support of an SCW show in Cardiff.

Simon smiles wryly.

Simon: I had seen people on the streets of Cardiff, wearing the merchandise of their favourite SCW wrestlers - from the Mean Girls, to the Surf Boys - so I knew that the demand was there from the fans, for an SCW show in the Welsh capital.

Natalie: We've had to wait, as SCW visited the rest of the UK, before coming to us; there have been shows in England...

At the mention of England, boos can be heard from a small section of the crowd, drawing a chuckle from the Englishman currently stood in the ring.

Natalie: Simon has promised not to mention what happened on Friday.

Simon: I've already told you, Natalie, that whatever the score was, I wouldn't have cared - I prefer Rugby League to Rugby Union.

Natalie looks at Simon with a pretend glower, before continuing.

Natalie: So, as I was saying, in the past four weeks there have been shows in England, Scotland, and Northern Ireland - but tonight, it's the turn of Wales.

Simon: And in case you needed an extra reason to make some noise tonight, with SCW in town, in the penultimate match of the evening, you get to support one of your own.

Further cheers can be heard from the crowd; Natalie's smile widens.

Natalie: I don't think I can put into words how much I am looking forward to getting to make my competitive return to SCW in my hometown; it's amazing now, just being stood out here, but I'm sure that it will be even better later on, when it's time for our match.

Simon nods his head in agreement.

Simon: Speaking of which, my tag team partner and I need to finish getting ready for our match. So we're going to leave you for now, but please, enjoy the show, and keep up the noise.

As the fans cheer once more, Simon hands the microphones back to Justin Decent. "Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl then begins to play over the PA system, as Simon and Natalie exit the ring, and as they head backstage, they slap hands with some more of the fans.




The lights in the arena go out as "Amazing" by Hi Fashions begins playing. The crowd instantly boos as the ring crew brings the signature Mean Girls runway down the ramp. They attach it to the ring apron as the lights slowly come back on in a salmon pink tone. Once the music picks up, the curtains are quickly shoved aside to spot Angelica, wearing a black mini skirt and a pink sweater that sinks down low to her navel ring, with a black Mean Girls T-shirt underneath. Her hair is pulled up with a fountain of curls dropping down her neck, and her expression says it all. She is angry, and on a mission as she walks down the catwalk with authority, her black pumps hammering at the runway as she goes.

Simone: This can't be good... Angelica looks a little more pissed off that usual.

Adams: You mean, she looks even hotter than usual? "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward is a VERY lucky man...

Next up, Amanda Cortez comes out through the curtains. She is wearing a black boxing robe pulled tightly over her body, with a pink hood coming from under it. Her red hair falls from under the hood, and down her chest. She walks to the center of the stage where she looks from one side to the other before dropping the robe to reveal a very small, tight fitting pink booty shorts. She looks around from under the hood, dropping it to her shoulders to reveal her long red hair.

Adams: Speaking of HOT... check out Amanda Cortez! She looks stunning.

Simone: I wonder if your wife thinks the same thing?

Adams: Probably! Amanda Cortez appeals to all audiences. She's just adorable. She's clearly the new Nicest Mean Girl...

and now she comes out with an orange hoodie,skimpy orange shorts and black high heeled sandals. She waves at the fans and blows kisses at them, then she poses a bit with her cute and innocent smile in her face, knowing that the fans love this.

Veronica comes out dressed in black mink fur coat over a pink tight fitting dress, and black Louboutin pumps. She blows an arrogant kiss to the camera, before striking a series of arrogant poses at the top of the ramp. Before sauntering down the ramp with a scowl on her face. As her pumps clack with authority against the runway she begins trash talking the fans before rudley sticking her well manicured hand in their faces. As then reaches into her coat pulling out a bottle of Veronica's Secret and spraying it around her, giggling arrogantly.

Simone: And following up the Nicest Mean Girl? One of the Meanest Mean Girls... if not THE meanest!

Adams: Veronica Taylor is all business here, folks. Gorgeous as ever, I have to admit that I'm a fan. I just hope Giani doesn't kick my arse for saying that out loud.

Shortly after Veronica made her entrance, there is a slight delay before Mercedes Vargas walks out to the entrance ramp. The Argentine Mean Girl puts on a leggy display as she is seen in a fox print black leather miniskirt and knit crop top while rocking a pair of matching stiletto-heeled shoe boots. She is also donning a Mean Girls baseball hat. The Bombshell Roulette Championship is proudly displayed over her shoulder while we also see that her "injured" arm is cast in a sling.

Simone: Mercedes looks as if she is the happiest of the bunch tonight... next to Amanda of course.

Adams: Amanda is always happy, and Mercedes... She'll probably kick my arse too... hmmm, never mind.

Last, but certainly not least, Delia Darling makes her way through the curtains, flanked by Mad Maxxine. Maxxine looks a bit more in tune with the Mean Girls style as she is sporting a tight fitting black crop top, and equally tight pink flared out bottoms over leather boots. Her make up is done properly as well as her hair, a mess of tight curls that would make even an ebony goddess jealous. Despite her looks, she looks even more angry than Delia and Angelica combined, which is no easy feat. Delia refuses to stand behind anyone for more than a few seconds, so she comes in front of Maxxine, sporting her feathered platinum blonde hair, leading down to the pink Mean Girls ransom print t-shirt, with a black pleated skirt, topped off with her World Bombshell Championship strapped around her waist. She strikes a dramatic pose with one hand on her right cheek, and her left hand raised prominently in the air. She then struts down the runway, and a fan throws a water bottle at her, but it is quickly deflected by Maxxine, who picks it up and slams it right back at the fan as she shouts. Delia cracks a smirk as she continues to strut down the runway.

Adams: Gold is a Mean Girl's best friend as we're seeing tonight.

Simone: You'd think with all of that gold, Delia would look happier, but something tells me that we're in for an earful.

Delia comes to the ring apron with the other Mean Girls, and they stand there for a moment, looking to one another as they grip onto each others hands. With a unified nod, the ladies step in through the ropes, walking around the ring as they pose for the fans, who continue to boo them. They each take a turnbuckle, Maxxine standing in the center, looking at Delia intensely. The girls switch up after striking their poses, and then move along to the next corner. Again, the fans boo as they strike their poses, and the Mean Girls stick their tongues out at the fans. They come down and gather in the center of the ring, looking around as Angelica walks to the ropes, getting a microphone from Justin Decent. She comes to the center of the ring and clears her throat into the microphone, wasting no more time.

Angelica: Would you idiots shut the eff up already? We get it, we're not retarded. You don't like us, and we don't like you.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Angelica licks at her bottom lip in a taunting manner as she taps her foot impatiently. The fans continue to boo, and Angelica nods, rolling her eyes as she yawns, bringing the microphone back to her lips.

Angelica: We've played this game like a hundred times now. I'm tired. I'm tired of you treating us with such disrespect when we've saved women's wrestling as you know it. I'm tired of working my well toned ass off to train these girls so that you have respectable women to look at in this industry, only for you to discount their achievements, and to call them sluts and whores. What the fuck is this? Middle school? Are we in the seventh grade? I get that you're jealous of us... but that doesn't give you a free pass to tear us down. I'm not the only one who is tired. All five of us are tired. Did you know that Delia almost walked out of SCW last week?

Crowd: *CHEER!!!*

Angelica: Yeah... you can thank me for talking some sense into her. She shouldn't give up on being your idol just because you can't handle someone as intelligent, skilled, beautiful, and intriguing who is un-fricken-stoppable as your World Bombshell Champion. You're welcome for that. Now, we've each set aside a few minutes of our very valuable time to come out here and let the world know why we're not very happy right now. Things need to change, or... who knows? We just might walk. Sorry bout it...

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

Simone: No... don't leave, Mean Girls... Aww, who am I kidding? GET THE F...

Adams: That right there is disrespectful, and I won't let you finish a sentence you're going to regret.

Angelica purses her lips angrily as she taps her foot again. She finally shakes her head and looks over to Amanda, mouthing "I can't do it... I just can't. They're impossible!" Amanda walks over to her and gives her a big hug, before gently taking the microphone from her hand. She pats Angelica on the back carefully before taking her place in the center of the ring.

Amanda:Damn, you idiots ...you should really show some respect to me and my friends. That's no way to treat ladies, but anyway.

The fans become a bit more quiet now as the cute Amanda talks. She is a member of the group and she can be pretty sassy and also mean in the ring, but in some way nobody can be really mean at her. So Amanda continues.

Amanda:Well, I don't know what exactly Angelica wanted to say, but that doesn't matter much, especially as nobody of you really listens. But now you should listen, cuz this is very important.You may not like us, but to be honest, I don't care much, and tonight you'll see another impact of the Mean Girls. Me and Vero will take these damn titles and all the others will have great performances too. Again we will show that we are the strongest stable in this company. Like it or not, it's a fact and none of these motherfuckers here can change it. We'll destroy whatever they throw into our way.

Now the petite young woman raises her arms in victory. Then she turns to Vero and hands her the mic.

Crowd: You can't wrestle *claps* You can't wrestle

Veronica then hugs Amanda, before taking her place in the center of the ring. She scoffs at the fans as they keep throwing boos at her. As she then waits for them to quiet down some, before slowly lifting the microphone up to her perfectly glossed lips. As she then began to speak.

Veronica Taylor: Aw so cute what did that take you all week to come up with? Now I know Wales is not known for its education, fashion or being relevant for that matter. But I look into this arena and all I see is Whales everywhere. Like have any of you heard of exercise, diet or wearing clothes that flatter your disgusting bodies? Don't answer that you might strain yourselves don't want to do that now do we. Now last week speaking of disgusting, my former tag team partner who got the honor of teaming with me, who screwed me out of my belts tried to say I have no talent? Well hunty let me break this down for you. Without Veronica Taylor you would of been irrelevant last year well more than you are. I mean how original a mafia member teams with some pathetic goddess of the dead? What is this, a Lifetime movie? Now do not even get me started on whats his name? Blaque Hart?

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Veronica shuddered at the thought of him. She then rolled her eyes in disgust before speaking again.

Veronica Taylor: Now, where was SCW management at during all of this? You know we have tried playing nice, really we have. But you know what after last week getting his filthy disgusting masic hands on my body. I had to shower five times to get all of it off it took a whole bottle of Veronica's Secret shower gel to get the smell off of me. But you know what? We're done being the nice girls. And tonight we go back to playing by our rules, and that starts with taking back the Mean Girls tag team titles when me, and Amanda Cortez take down those hot topic wearing wannabe disgusting looking gothic whores known as the Fallen. A team with a more bland name than Blanda Simone, so after we save the bombshells tag division yet again. You can all thank us... or don't. It does not matter because in the end you all can not help but be jealous of us since you can not sit with us.

Veronica then mouths "sorry bout it" as the crowd hammers her with boos. As she saunters over and hands the microphone over to Mercedes. As she then leans against the ropes, Mercedes smiles at her fellow Mean Girls then turns towards the crowd. She opens up her hands while shaking her head and shrugs in a mock show of confusion. That got the crowd riled up even more. Mercedes takes her microphone and taps it a few times, causing feedback as they covered their ears. Once the crowd noise dialed down did she raise her microphone to her lips.

Mercedes: Is this thing on? Because it's about ready to be on.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mercedes: It's a new year, everyone. But isn't it funny how the more things change, the more they stay the same? For the last nine months dating back to June of last year, the Mean Girls have dominated the Bombshells Division and SCW unlike any stable before or since. That's not just a fact, that's a Mean Girls fact. You want to know what else is a fact? Haters gonna hate. So guess what day it is? Today is Day 147 of my reign as YOUR Bombshell Roulette Champion!

Mercedes takes her title from over her shoulder and raises in the air to a smattering of even more boos. Suddenly a small voice of fans began chanting, which then got louder.

Crowd: PAPER CHAMP! PAPER CHAMP! PAPER CHAMP!

Mercedes smiles at their vitriol and waves a dismissive hand at the crowd with her one good hand.

Mercedes: Just because you say so, doesn't mean it's true. When you're about to be five months into your reign on Valentines Day and there is virtually no competition, then something is wrong. Like Delia, I am the most defending and longest reigning champion in Bombshell Roulette Championship history. And you know what else? All of those girls in the back - the Zuri Chastains, the Traci Pattersons, the Cynthia Warrens? They're not jealous because I'm the champion, they're jealous because they'll never be one!

Crowd: YOU STILL SUCK! YOU STILL SUCK! YOU STILL SUCK!

If Mercedes was offended, she sure wasn't showing it. She lowers her microphone and just shakes her head as the chants continued.

Mercedes:Is that best you got? You're going to have to try better than that!

Crowd: CHANGE THE CHANNEL! *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* CHANGE THE CHANNEL! *clap-clap clap-clap-clap* CHANGE THE CHANNEL! *clap-clap clap-clap-clap*

Mercedes points her microphone at the crowd. The camera cuts to the hostile crowd, mostly those in the middle rows, were a few fans can be seen cupping their hands around their mouths and shouting the phrase, standing while clapping their hands or both.

Mercedes: Change the channel? We're the reason why SCW is watchable right now...AND YOU ALL KNOW IT! WE PUT ASSES IN SEATS, MONEY IN POCKETS, AND RATINGS IN SHOWS! DID ANY OF YOU INGRATES COME HERE TO SEE JOANNE CANELLI OR JESSIE SALCO!? STEVE RAMONE?! YEAH, I DIDN'T THINK SO!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mercedes: You can keep on booing us to your heart's content, but I'm going to let you all in on a little secret: SCW may book the matches, but the MEAN GIRLS run the show, and there is only two things you can do about it: Nothing...and like it!

Fed up now with the reaction, Mercedes airly hands the microphone to Delia as she steps back in line with Veronica and Amanda. Delia looks around the crowd, listening to the booing as she only nods her head. She looks back and says a few words to her sisters before rolling her eyes. She shakes her head and chuckles into the microphone.

Delia: Don't be jealous because you are not me. You cannot, and will not ever be me. For, as you see, I am not just an undefeated champion. I am not just part of z'e most elite group to ever grace a wrestling ring. I am not just some model who proved she can be just as sickening in z'e ring as she is on z'e runway. I am not just one of z'e most talked about faces in wrestling today. I'm not just a girl who revolutionized z'e way we s'ink about women's wrestling. I'm not just some chick who walked into SCW and made waves before I even stepped foot inside of z'e six sided ring. No... I'm not...

Delia lowers the microphone, knowing that she's gotten their attention. They are hanging on her words as she looks around, wicked intent in her eyes. She raises the microphone back to her lips while unlatching her belt with her free hand. She raises the belt into the air for all to see.

Delia: I am Delia FUCKING Darling! And I am EVERY SINGLE ONE OF Z'OSE S'INGS AND MORE!!! MY exploits brought attention to SCW last summer, and since z'en, we've been z'e talk of social media. We've gone on a World Tour. We've started an Internet title... And so much more. Yeah, you're welcome...

Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!

Delia: Yes, I know. You hate me. Sorry bout it, but not really. For you see... I am z'e best Bombshell Champion in history. I have done so much for SCW, and how do you, z'e fans, repay me?

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Delia: Wi's mindless chants about what I supposedly do wi's my mou's. According to you, I sucked and fucked my way to z'e top. Let's not pay attention to my undefeated streak against every one of your favorite bombshells. Let's ignore z'e fact z'at I carried two teams in z'e Blast From z'e Past tournament, one to z'e finals, and one until I got tired of smelling his awful dollar store cologne. Not to mention z'e fact z'at I have no need to sleep wi's anybody to gain an advantage when I am zi's damn good at what I do. To quote an old friend... "Sorry, not sorry." Just like Misty, Melody, Roxi, Amy, Jessie, and Necra, and oh so so many os'ers... you cannot break me, hunties. You cannot break US! We are z'e Mean Girls, and we approve of z'is message...

With that, Delia drops the microphone to the mat as she turns around to join her sisters. They all share a group hug, as Angelica nods in pride, pointing to the showing. "Amazing" plays once more as the girls make their way to the ropes, exiting through them as they walk up the runway. They part the curtains, but pause as they turn around, blowing a kiss toward the camera before slapping their backsides with a loud resounding giggle. They disappear backstage.




Simone: A few weeks ago at SCW'S first Supercard of 2015 Inception, The Fallen outlasted three other teams and defeated the champs the Metal and Punk Connection to win the SCW Bombshell Tag Titles and for tonight's opener they are putting the belts on the line against Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor of the Mean Girls.

Adams: Jessie hates the Mean Girls enough but her comments on this match during the joint promo she and Steve conducted didn't leave a lot to the imagination, whether or not what she said is true is unknown but because I like my job I'm not going to repeat them.

Simone: Probably the wisest decision you've made all year, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following is your opening contest scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Titles!

The Welsh crowd cheers in response but their cheers soon turn into boos as "Amazing" by High Fashion hits the speakers prompting the arrival of the challengers.

Justin: Introducing the challengers, representing the Mean Girls, Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez!

Simone: The Mean Girls think highly of themselves...

Adams: No, really? DO YOU THINK?!

Simone: .....but they have a tall task ahead of them tonight.

Amanda and Veronica make their way out and pose at the top of the stage before marching down to the ring with a purpose, Amanda slides into the ring under the bottom rope whilst Veronica enters through the ropes and they wait for the champs, whilst that goes on the titentron briefly shows one half of the former champs Jessie Salco watching the match on the monitor with a look of disgust on her face.

Simone: Speaking of Jessie Salco.

Adams: I know she said that she'd be keeping a close eye on this match but I thought she meant joining us on commentary!

Before Justin can continue, Amanda takes the microphone.

Amanda: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen, welcome Wales ...I love you all ..."

Again the cheering begins and she has to wait till it becomes quiet again.

Amanda: "Well, you all know that I'll have a title match tonight and that I will win it, but that's not the reason why I'm here. I'm here to offer you all a lil game ..."

The petite redhead poses a bit for the fans, knowing exactly how cute she is.

Amanda: "You all know, that I'm the owner of a club called 'Amanda's Dungeon' and that we do some life performances there. Bondage and all kind of kinky stuff. But that's prolly not new to you, cuz that's one of the reasons why you all love me so much. On the other hand we have here this show. It's not bad and I don't complain, but sometimes it's just too serious and I think that we should change this. So that's the reason why I offer you this lil game. Some of you already have had a session with me and if you ask them, then they will tell you that it is so much fun to see me laugh, scream and giggle, so I thought we start it like this.

Every member of our roster, male or female, I don't care, gets 15 minutes with me. It's allowed to tickle and tease me and to spank me. You're also allowed to tie me up in any position you want. Then the winner of this event will be the guy or girl who gets the cutest reactions from me. This I'll decide after it's over ...."

The fans cheer at her again.

Amanda: "And now we come to the most important thing of this lil show, to the reward for the winner. The winner will get me as his or her manager for the next three matches ...and you all know what this means. I can just be at the ringside in your corner, I can help you cheating, I can distract the referee, whatever you want. But you all know that this will mean three wins for you.

So guys and girls, give your best ...I wish you so much fun and luck ..."

She hands the microphone back to Justin.

Justin: And their opponents!

The lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.

Tonight We Ride On Clouds of Fire
We're Damned by Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul

Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight

The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.

Justin: At a combined weight of 300lbs, they are the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Gothika and Raynin they are The Fallen!

The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake

Fly On Through the Night
We Built an Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong

We Gather
but We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunatics
They Must Think Of Us

Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.

But Now We Must Fly
Beasts in the Night
Tragic In the Sky
Battlefield in Sight

Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackened Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories of the Slain

Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Raynin and Gothika each walk around opposite sides of the ring. Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope

Dangerous Creatures
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated the Demons
for Ancient Spells
the Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us

Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding. Raynin and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and stand beside Darknyss, waiting for the match to begin.

Simone: Strangely enough the Mean Girls don't look worried.

Adams: I knew they were brave but stupid as well?

Darknyss leaves the ring and Drew Patton attempts to call the two teams to the centre of the ring to explain the rules to them, however the Mean Girls have other ideas and instead bull rush The Fallen catching the champs by surprise and prompting Drew to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Mean Girls aren't wasting any time getting started here.

Adams: If by getting started you mean getting their asses kicked.

Unfortunately for the Mean Girls The Fallen quickly recover as Raynin shoves Amanda away like a rag doll and Gothika drills Veronica with hard shots to the face and back, after a few minutes she picks up Amanda and gets her in a Military Press position.

Simone: This isn't a good time to be Amanda.

Adams: Or Veronica for that matter, Air Amanda!

Gothika unceremoniously throws Amanda to the outside and Raynin leaves the ring voluntarily making Gothika and Veronica the legal women by default, Veronica, undeterred by watching her tag team partner get manhandled by Gothika, charges in for another attempt at a sneak attack that Gothika sees coming and promptly counters with a sick looking lariat.

Simone: Wow, did you see that Lariat?!

Adams: I felt that Lariat, I'm pretty sure I saw Veronica's head land in the cheap seats just now.

Gothika goes for the first cover of the match 1.....2.....and Veronica somehow kicks out in time, Gothika shakes her head in disappointment before punching Veronica several times in the head, picking her up and throwing her into the corner where she tags in Raynin.

Simone: The Fallen are showing why they won the tag titles right now.

Adams: The fact that the Mean Girls tried the Leroy Jenkins technique almost immediately doesn't help their cause.

Raynin and Gothika whip Veronica off the ropes and on the rebound drill her into the matt with a Double Spinebuster, Raynin goes for a cover 1....2....and Veronica somehow kicks out again, at this point Amanda has finally recovered enough to climb up onto the apron and seeing this Veronica tries to get away from Raynin only to get locked into a Boston Crab.

Simone: Not a good spot to be in if your name's Veronica Taylor.

Adams: Especially considering the weight difference between Veronica and Raynin, not to mention that Double Spinebuster.

Veronica tries desperately to reach the ropes but Raynin is too heavy for her to pull across the ring and Amanda is forced to come up with a different solution before Veronica taps out, Amanda tries to enter the ring but Drew catches her and forces her back to her corner, just in time too because Veronica is tapping out behind his back.

Simone: Turn around Drew, The Fallen have the match won!

Adams: Jessie is probably saying the same thing but with a lot more profanity.

Raynin lets go off the hold to argue with Drew whilst Amanda backs off obviously not wanting anything to do with the champion at the moment, however this ends up working to the advantage of the Mean Girls as Veronica eventually gets back to her feet and, whilst Amanda continues to distract Drew, Veronica chop blocks Raynin from behind and hits a DDT for the follow up.

Simone: The Mean Girls are doing what they do best here.

Adams: You mean besides being annoying bitches.

Veronica, somehow, manages to roll over Raynin and go for the Mean Girls' first cover of the match 1....2 and Raynin kicks out with enough force to send Veronica flying.

Simone: That was a very weak pin attempt by Veronica but considering the abuse she's suffered since the bell run you really can't blame her.

Adams: For once I actually have to side with the Mean Girls, someone check if hell's frozen over.

Veronica has clearly had enough of Raynin at this point and tries to tag in Amanda but Raynin grabs her by the hair and proceeds to practically drive her through the matt with a brutal sit down Powerbomb, she holds on for the cover 1....2.....and Veronica still manages to kick out.

Simone: How is Veronica still in this?!

Adams: Better question is, does Amanda even want to tag in at this point? It's not like Veronica will be in any condition to help her.

Raynin picks up Veronica and goes to punch her but changes her mind before practically throwing Veronica into the Mean Girls' corner, Veronica collapses just short of the turnbuckle and Amanda, hesitantly, tags herself in and starts brawling with Raynin.

Simone: I guess Raynin got bored of Veronica but this is a smart choice by Amanda as she's a much better brawler than Veronica.

Adams: Then again so is my grandma.

The brawling goes on for a few minutes before Raynin ducks under a wild right hand by Amanda and rocks her with an uppercut before dragging her over to The Fallen's corner where she tags in Gothika.

Simone: Looks like their getting ready to finish off the Mean Girls and I think it goes without saying that Jessie will be happy about this.

Adams: And your right, The Fallen have just hit Amanda with the Oneway Ticket to Painville and normally they'd go for a pin but it doesn't look like they are done.

Amanda collapses to the matt but The Fallen aren't done yet as Raynin grabs Amanda's legs.....

Simone: Broken Halo!

Adams: I guess The Fallen want to make sure Amanda doesn't kick out as much as Veronica did, hey is that Tessa of the Mean Girls making her way down to the ring?

Simone: This could be trouble.

The Fallen doesn't notice Tessa as they are too busy hitting another one of their finishers, namely the Fall from Grace, on Amanda, Raynin appears to consider going for a cover but shakes her head before nodding to Gothika.

Simone: They aren't going to hit their fourth finisher aren't they?

Adams: Regardless Tessa is now on the apron and Veronica is making her way over here.

Raynin climbs up the top rope whilst Gothika sets Amanda up in the Crucifix Powerbomb position, they proceed to successfully hit the Hellbound but as Gothika goes for a cover Drew isn't there to count as Tessa is distracting him.

Simone: This is the second time that a distraction by the Mean Girls has prevented The Fallen from retaining the belts in this match.

Adams: Speaking of the belts Veronica now has one of them.

Raynin leaves the ring before dragging Tessa down off the apron and beating the hell out of her, Drew is trying to restore order on the outside whilst Gothika watches on before turning around.....and getting a facefull of championship belt from Veronica who quickly drags Amanda's limp body over Gothika's.

Simone: You can't be serious, the Mean Girls are about to steal the titles again!

Adams: We really need to start using the instant replay!

Veronica leaves the ring whilst Drew turns around, sees the pin and drops down the make the count 1....Raynin sees the pin and sprints for the ring.....2.....Raynin enters the ring and tries to break it up.....but she's too late....3!!!!

Justin: Here are your winners and NEEEEW BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS THE MEAN GIRLS!

Simone: They make me sick.

Adams: You and me both, and if Jessie wasn't angry enough over the Mean Girls getting a shot ahead of the Metal and Punk Connection then she's definitely pissed off now.

The titontron shows a clearly enraged Jessie who screams in anger before storming off, in the ring Veronica leaves the ring with Amanda's barely conscious form whilst Raynin checks on Gothika and glares at the Mean Girls.




The big screen is filled with static, the echo filling the entire centre as a shape begins to form. Once the image comes into view, everyone quickly recognizes former SCW heavyweight champion Sean Jackson, his wife Pamela Duke Jackson, along with valet Vanessa and their attorney Marshall Owens.

Their appearance creates a resounding chorus of boos from the fans that resonates throughout the building. Those boos are somewhat silenced as Sean begins to speak.

Jackson: Ladies and gentlemen, and believe me, I use those terms loosely. I'm here to tell you a story...

Adams:: Hey, I like stories. But not those slasher ones, they keep me...

Simone: I don't think he...oh, nevermind. You wouldn't get it even if I did try to explain.

Jackson: It's a story about the greatest tag team in SCW history....

A smile begins to form on his face.

Jackson: That being Despayre and Big B.

The smile gets larger.

Jackson: The team that held the SCW world tag team titles for longer than any other team in SCW history.

As Marshall leans in and whispers something to Sean, there is confusion on the faces of Belinda Simone and Jason Adams.

Adams: Umm, I don't think that's accurate.

Simone: It's because it isn't Jason, that distinction goes to...

Jackson: Are you sure Marshall?

Marshall nods his head yes.

Jackson: Wait, so you're trying to tell me that the greatest tag team in SCW was Despayre and Gab...

Everyone nods their heads, everyone. In the big screen, everyone except Sean...at the announce table, in the building. Everyone, except Sean.

Jackson: Nahhhh

Marshall: Yes

Jackson: Nahhh

Simone and Adams: Yes

Jackson: Well Marshall, correct me if I'm wrong. But didn't JT Midas and Caleb Houston take the SCW tag titles from Despayre and Big B?

Marshall nods his head yes.

Jackson: That's what I thought. So I'm curious about something, if the former champions were Despayre and Big B, then why are you claiming that Despayre and Gabriel were the longest reigning tag team champions in SCW history?

Marshall: Well that's simple Sean. Here, let me show it to you in a chart I made.

As Marshall lifts up a chart, it's clear to everyone that it makes no sense at all. It's just a bunch of number and color coordinated spaces with no continuity at all.

Marshall: This shows the era of Despayre and Gabriel, where they were the SCW tag team champions and here...

Marshall points to another part of the chart.

Marshall: Where they became the NWA world tag team champs.

He points to yet another part of the chart.

Marshall: And then here, where the Despayre and Gabriel split officially began. After handing over the NWA world tag titles, and after losing the SCW tag titles, there just wasn't anything left to keep them together...

Jackson: So in other words, Despy tossed Gabs out with the rest of the garbage...

Adams: Gabs?

Simone: That's not how it went down. Gabriel was injured by...

Adams: He's got a chart.

Simone: That's not how...

Adams: But he's got a...

Simone: That's not what happened.

Adams: But...

Simone: No.

Marshall: That's right, Despayre chose Rage and the rest is as they say...history.

Sean nods his head, it seems he understands this skewed interpretation of history. This VERY skewed interpretation.

Jackson: So in other words, Despy has had two more title runs WITHOUT Gabriel as his partner...

Sean raises his hand to his chin and strokes it.

Jackson: Hmm, no wonder Gabriel needed to weasel his way into the heavyweight title picture. Despayre didn't need him anymore, as it became obvious that he could win the tag titles with just about anyone...

The smile gets larger.

Jackson: And now Gabs feels left out.

Simone: How disrespectful, his name is Gabriel...not Gabs. Why does Sean Jackson always feel the need to...

Jackson: That's right Gabriel, no one needs you anymore. That empty hole in your heart? did stealing the heavyweight title fill it?

The smile disappearing, his arms extended outward to either side.

Jackson: Did it?

Pause.

Jackson: When you were nothing Gabs, Despayre turned to Big B as his tag team partner because he realized that he no longer needed you. He realized that he was carrying you all that time, and proved it with winning without you.

Belinda and Jason can only sit there, not believing anything that they are hearing. Despayre and Gabriel considered each other brothers, and here Sean was, cheapening the entire thing.

Jackson: I wonder whose idea it was for the two of you to team together? I bet Gabs went to Despyare, begging for Sinful Obsession to rise one more time, because he knew that stepping up against Sean Jackson and Drexel Matheson would be a tall task. In other words Gabs, Despayre is the muscle and the brains behind Sinful Obsession, and you need him a helluva lot more than he will ever need you.

Another pause.

Jackson: The pressure is all on you two. Who will be the most hurt by a loss to Jackson and Matheson? Gabs or Despayre? That is the million dollar question now isn't it?

Without saying another word, Sean and his entourage walks off screen and it fades to the D&D Inc. logo.




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled forone fall... Introducing first, hailing from Detroit, Illinois, standing at 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is... KAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIN!!!

The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendent, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a foward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting his opponent.

Justin Decent: And his opponent... coming to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... Standing at 6 feet 1 inch and weighing in at 217 pounds, he is... CAAAAAAAALEB HOUUUUUUUUUUSSSSTOOOOOOONNN!!!

"Expect The Unexpected" by Cassidy ft. Murda Mook hits the PA system. The lights in the arena slowly dim down. As the beat picks up Caleb steps through the curtains. Wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black and gold fight shorts. His head is bowed and focused on the ring in front of him. His arms are hanging down to his sides his hands shaking as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. His stare breaking. As he makes the turn at the bottom of the ramp he removes the hood from his head and slowly unzips the sweat shirt. Tossing it out into the crowd before climbing up the steps. Walking to the center of the apron he grabs the top rope and springs himself into the ring. Once he is in the ring the lights slowly being to turn up. His head is still slightly bent his eyes focused on the crowd as he makes his way around the ring testing the ropes. Making his way to the corner he crouches down and places his right hand on the mat awaiting the beginning of the match as he stares over at Kain in a calculating manner.

DING! DING! DING!

Kain scowls at Caleb Houston, spouting off a few bits of trash talk. Caleb returns it as the 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. Caleb goes for a quick lunge, but stops short as Kain prepares for it. Houston takes a few steps backward as they continue to circle one another.

Adams: These men have very dominant personalities, in and outside of the ring, so it should be interesting to see who comes out on top.

Simone: Both men want to take this win. Kain and Houston are both known for their ability to conserve energy for the proper moment, but it is strange that Kain isn't already digging in to his opponent..

With the constant circling, Kain is caught off guard for the slightest of moments when Houston is suddenly behind him. He goes to swing backward, but Caleb carries him back with a Fireman's Carry, landing him hard against the mat. He bounces off of the ropes and then comes crashing down with a Legdrop to the chest of Kain. He lifts his stunned opponent, and then whips him across the ring. As he rebounds, Caleb goes for a Back Body Drop, but Kain comes across hard with a dazing Punt Kick to his chin. As he stumbles back, Kain lunges forward with a barrage of left's and right's, backing Houston into a corner. Jasmine warns Kain, who holds his hands up, abiding by her rules. However, as Houston starts to make his way from the corner, Kain charges forward with a hard Clothesline that levels Houston to the mat.. The crowd cheers for the rambunctious, egotistical Kain, who throws his arms back, letting out a roar in a quick display of celebration.

Simone: I never thought I would see the day where someone could take it to Caleb Houston right out of the gate like this.

Adams: I never would have thought so either, but Kain seems to do well with the fans in his corner. Look at him.

The crowd cheers louder and louder until Kain turns into a hard Spinning Heel Kick that nearly knocks the taste out of his mouth. He holds onto his jaw as he spins around in a full circle. As he comes back, Houston hits a hard European Uppercut to Kain , 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 Caleb Houston.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

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

Adams: Kain sure knows how to use his hands in the most sadistic of ways! If there's a way to hurt someone with your body, Kain has perfected it.

Simone: I agree with you there, Jason. Is that a first?

Adams: It isn't. However, it is the first time I said something where you didn't look like you wanted to slap me across the back of my head.

With that distraction, Caleb slips from out of the corner, holding onto his chest for a moment. He stands directly behind Kain before he even realizes that Houston had escaped the corner. The crowd looks stunned as Houston wraps his arm around Kain's throat and twists over with a Spinning Neckbreaker. It isn't long before Caleb drops an elbow down onto Kain's neck, standing up and repeating the process quickly two more times. He drapes over Kain 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 Tag Team Champion and thrown over to the corner with precision. Houston looks around for a moment and then crashes into Kain with what is supposed to be a Flying Body Splash, but Kain drops down quickly, causing Houston to collide with the top turnbuckle. He wastes no time this time around as he rolls Caleb 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 Kain there...

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

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

1!

2!

2.75!

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

Adams: This is the third time in this match that Kain has been distracted with trying to show off. If he hopes to defeat Caleb Houston here tonight, he's going to need to become a little more focused..

Simone: That is a mistake that could very well cost him tonight and if he isn't careful, it could cost him his career with the wrong opponent...

Caleb hooks the arm of Kain and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Kain fights back with a jab to Houston's face. He fires back, and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The two men balance there, fighting back and forth with punches, until Houston gets the upper hand. He hooks his arm around Kain's neck and then sets him up for a Superplex. Kain hooks his leg around Caleb's, nearly tripping the two up. He shoves Caleb off, but Caleb still has hold of Kain'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 Kain, trying to coax him up to his feet. They slowly work their way there, Kain getting there first. They exchange a few weary punches, both men a tad bit groggy. Kain gets the upper hand, sending a hard right, following it up with a swift left.

Simone: Kain is letting that drive to win kick in and take control. The determination is written all over his face.

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

Kain grabs onto Houston to send him into the ropes, but Caleb falls to one knee. As he does, he tugs Kain forward with a Shoulderbutt. Caleb stands up and then drags Kain forward into another. This time, Kain follows it up with an offensive maneuver of his own, hitting an Axe Handle Smash across Houston'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 Caleb quickly moves out of the way. Kain holds onto his elbow as he rolls back up to his feet.

Simone: Oh, that one looked like it hurt. Houston is very good at playing it dirty to get inside of his opponent's head.

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

Caleb drives an elbow right into Kain's face, knocking him back a few steps. He repeats this as the fans begin to boo. Caleb grabs onto Kain's head and then sets him up for the Gold Rush, but Kain wrestles his way out of it and boots Caleb in the gut. He tries to set him up for the Malice, but Caleb 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.

Caleb breaks free but Kain is right there with a Clothesline. Caleb falls down to the mat hard. Kain retries for his finisher, but Caleb waits for the right opportunity and nails Kain with a low blow that brings him to his knees. Caleb quickly gets up and sets Kain up for the Gold Rush once more, but just as he's about to follow up, Kain reverses it, Irish Whipping Caleb into the ropes, and as he rebounds, he is met with the Quickening! The crowd cheers at a deafening volume as Kain leans down for the cover.

1!

2!

2.5!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall... KAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIN!!!

Adams: He's done it, I can't believe Caleb Houston had to stoop so low just to TRY to get the victory here.

Simone: I am surprised by the fact that I'm not at all surprised by Caleb's actions. He is always looking for the easy way out, but Kain gave him a lot more than he bargained for tonight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Salive begins playing as Kain raises his arms up in victory. He nudges Caleb with his foot a few times, finding him out cold. He smiles as he exits the ring.




The cameras cut to the right side of the stage where we see Ms. Rocky Mountains walking behind the seating area on the floor, heading over towards the first section of padded seats and steps up the stairs, Ms. Rocky Mountains pivots around on the third step to face the camera with a brimming smile.

Ms. Rocky Mountains:Guys we had word via our social media outlets that fans in attendance here tonight have caught glimpse of someone. This someone is going to be in the main event here tonight and I thought I'd try and get a word with him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains asks some of the fans if she can squeeze by, security stands behind the SCW Interviewer as she shimmies along to the person in question, asking that fan if she can sit down to him. The fan obliges as Ms. Rocky Mountains sits down next to Drexel Matheson. Immediately the fans boo with a chorus of 'ANGEL' being chanted loudly and proudly.

Ms. Rocky Mountains:As you can hear we're with someone who's caused some controversy over the past couple of days. Our twitter feed has been filled with angry fans calling for your head, also some of the wrestlers in the back took to social media to voice their disapproval towards your actions, many wanting the reunited Gabriel and Despayre to utterly destroy you... to put it in no uncertain terms. I'm here to ask you why you would heinously try to get Angel?

Matheson pulls on his necklace to pull out a piece of torn teddy bear, specifically a leg, the fans nearby screaming and shouting abuse towards the hardcore specialist who just smiles.

Matheson: I too have witnessed the views of fans and my colleagues alike, that is why I've put on my lucky bears foot, so it can bring me some luck going into tonight's match.

Ms. Rocky Mountains shakes her head disapprovingly, a man wearing a Wales national football shirt with the name 'Bale 11' on the back tries to swing a punch towards Drexel, SCW security manages to catch the man before it connected and drags him away. More security stand to the sides and in front to prevent any more intrusions.

Matheson: Fear is an unpleasant emotion that we all have, Fear can make a moth seem the size of a bull elephant, the fear of Angel not being nearby or hurt is something that makes Despayre weak. A weakness I'm going to expose during our match! Especially if the father, Synn, and his beloved and somewhat estranged brother at times, Gabriel, fail to keep his security blanket safe! If I get a hold of that teddy bear then what happens is a grown man crumbles!

Ms. Rocky Mountains:But it could cause the polar opposite effect, Drexel, Despayre would unleash violence that you may not even expect, are you prepared for that to happen here tonight if you go after Angel?

Matheson: Despayre has been dormant for far too long, Ms. Mountains, he has been in a safe pocket in a sheet of bubble wrap for so long that he's not really been himself. Not the man who won the AWA golds that he did, he's not the same person who graced Sinful Obsession during their great run in SCW & NWA, Despayre is too comfortable for his own good and he needs someone like me to reignite the flame from within! I want that Despayre wrestling me and not the one safe in daddy's arms and aside Big B. This social experiment is going to be interesting and I don't care if people like me or not, tonight is going to be a war of attrition with Jackson getting his hands on Gabriel, I've been asked about weapons for tonight but the only weapon I need for this match is my own words.

Matheson stands up with Ms. Rocky Mountains doing the same.

Matheson: I read one of my colleagues question why I'm in the main event for a second week in a row, well look at this hostile audience towards me, look at the chaos I've created on social media about my actions towards stuffed bears and towards Angel. Tonight I'm going to be standing with Sean Jackson, the mental rapist, and tonight you'll see a fight that will deserve one winner and that'll be the next Heavyweight Champion for Sin City Wrestling!

Matheson climbs up onto the shoulders of one of the security guard in front, posing with his arms to one side, he then jumps down onto the floor and heads towards the stage with security in close proximity. Camera focuses on the SCW Interviewer as she looks very confused.

Ms. Rocky Mountains:Does he mean Sean Jackson or is he indicating himself? ...Back to you guys!




The scene opens up backstage midway through Climax Control, where we see Jade standing next to Pussy Willow.

PW: "Ladies and gents I have with me at this time Jade Manendez-Arcador."

Jade: Well it appears that Melody and I will have to show up Alex and Mr TNA and prove that us girls are far superior in wrestling and winning matches, because clearly our partners think otherwise.

I know that the tournament should bring out the best in us and learn how to get along, but when you have two arrogant pricks as partners, it's pretty damn hard to prove otherwise.

Tonight... while Alex and I don't see eye to eye, we will still walk away from this match as winners and once again advance to the next round of the Blast from the past tournament.

So good luck Melody and good luck Mr. TNA.

PW: "Thank you Ms Arcador and good luck tonight."

Pussy Willow says, as she smiles at the camera, while Jade walks off back to the changing room to continue her preparations.




Gabriel Asar stands in the ring.

Justin: The following contest is for the SCW Internet champion. To my right, the challenger, Gabriel Asar! And his opponent...

"Points of Authority" begins to blare over the speakers throughout the arena and the crowd automatically erupts into boos. After a few seconds a cloud of red smoke fills the entrance ramp and Blaque Hart walks out from the back.

Justin: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, he is Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!

He pauses at the top of the stage as he looks around with a cocky grin on his face taking in all the heat from the crowd. He then starts his walk down the aisle mocking the crowd and talking down on them before he reaches the six sided ring. He jumps on the apron and enters through the middle ropes and then walks over to one of the corners of the ring, climbs the ropes and lifts his arms to an even louder chorus of boos. He walks around the ring continuing to mock and make fun of members of the crowd in the front row as his music fades out.

Bruce and Gabriel stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring while the referee holds up the Internet Championship between them that's on the line tonight. Gabriel looks at the belt and then back at Bruce with a smug smirk on his face telling the champion that the belt is coming home with him tonight. Bruce isn't the one for words at the moment as he violently shoves Gabriel back. The referee quickly calls for the bell and hands the belt over to Justin and this match is underway.

Ding, ding, ding.

Adams: Well Gabriel wants to prove a point to the champion tonight.

Simone: Not sure if that was the smartest way to do so.

Gabriel bounces back of the ropes and he comes back into the centre of the ring with style as his lays a disrespectful slap right across the champion's face that sound of his open palm coming into contact with Bruce's face echoes around the arena. Bruce staggers backwards while Gabriel continues to trash talk him.

Simone: The look on Bruce's face says it all.

Adams: If I was Gabriel, I would apologise for my hand slipping...

Simone: I don't think that is ever going to happen.

Gabriel takes his fight to the champion as he pushes him into the ropes, before unleashing a fury of left and right fists on Bruce's torso. Bruce tries to cover up but Gabriel's speed is too much for the champion to catch up with at first. Bruce finally ducks out of the way as Gabriel looks to land a right first in his face. Bruce quickly reaches out and grabs on to Gabriel's head and drags him over the corner before driving the challenger face first into the turnbuckle. As Gabriel staggers backwards Bruce leaps up and drives his knees into Gabriel's back before dragging him back down on to them with a back breaker. Gabriel is yelling in pain as the champion rolls him over and hooks the leg.

1...

2...

NO! Gabriel gets the shoulder up and Bruce is livid, he slaps the canvas and tells the referee to start counting properly.

Adams: I think he knows how to count Bruce

Simone: So arrogant.

Adams: All of the SCW employee's must base a basic maths test before we get hired. #randomfunfact

Bruce gets up to his feet and he drags Gabriel up with him the Champion has a handful of Gabriel's short hair but he looks as if he is about to scoop him up for a slam but Gabriel hits a sit out jawbreaker, breaking Bruce's hold on him. Bruce flies back holding his jaw while Gabriel jumps back up to his feet, rushing towards the champion Gabriel spears him into the canvas before unleashing another round of punches. Gabriel gets back to his feet and rushes towards the ropes, this time he comes in with a low baseball slide to the side of Bruce's head. The sound of his boots connecting with Bruce's skull sends the Sin City Wrestling fans into overdrive.

Simone: How do you like your brains, scrambled or fired?

Adams: unfertilized?

Gabriel leaps up to his fete once more this time he rushes towards the ropes using them as a springboard he comes crashing back in with a leg drop. After a perfect delivery of his move Gabriel slides around and hooks the champion's legs.

Adams: Here we go new champion!!!!

1...

2...

No! Bruce gets the shoulder up at the last moment, but the champion is smiling wickedly.

Simone: What's wrong with Bruce's face?

Adams: Is he smiling?

Gabriel looks down at Bruce confused as the champion just laughs as says "gotcha" this gets Gabriel mad and flustered as the challenger gets back up to his feet. Bruce does the same and both men come together in a lock up.

Simone: Bruce was playing possum during that pin fall.

Adams: How sneaky.

Simone: How very, very, very sneaky!

Gabriel and Bruce go back and forth in the play off for power but it's finally Bruce who takes control as he hooks Gabriel up into a side headlock. Gabriel tries to wiggle free but Bruce quickly drops him to the canvas with a running bulldog. Once down on the canvas the champion hooks the leg of the challenger.

1...

2...

NO! Before Gabriel can even kick out Bruce breaks the hold confusing the referee as the Champion is now just toying with the challenger. Bruce gets back up to his feet and he drags Gabriel up with him before scooping him up and slamming his opponent back first to the canvas with a scoop slam. Bruce then races towards the ropes while Gabriel gets back up to his knees but before he can make it up to his feet Bruce connects his knees with Gabriel's face.

Adams: NO HIS MODELING CAREER IS OVER!!!

Simone: And somewhere Amy Marshall is smiling.

Adams: and Jamie Dean!

Gabriel holds onto his nose while Bruce gets back to his feet and lifts the challenger up once more this time his tosses his opponent into the ropes and as Gabriel rebounds off them Bruce connect with a perfect German suplex.

Simone: A perfect German Suplex.

Not satisfied with just one Bruce keeps his hands locked around Gabriel's waist and hit another and another followed by another.

Adams: and TWO more, see I told you we have to know basic mathematics here.

Finally the champion lets go of the challenger and Bruce makes a cover looking for the victory.

1...

2...

NO! Gabriel somehow gets his foot up on the bottom rope and Bruce is fuming.

Simone: The veteran missed that blind spot.

Adams: Forgive him Belinda, he can't help that his head is so big.

Bruce makes his way up to his feet and Gabriel is trying to do the same, Bruce looks to come running in with a high knee to his challengers face but Gabriel ducks out of the way at the last moment. Bruce continues forward and ends up colliding with the ropes, Gabriel looks over his shoulder and senses that the champion is in trouble before he leaps up and out of nowhere he connects with a reverse neck breaker. Gabriel musters up all the energy he has left to roll the champion up for the pin.

1...

2...

NO! Bruce gets the shoulder up and he pushes himself out of the pin fall and back up to his feet Gabriel leaps up to his feet as well. Bruce reaches out and spins Gabriel around slamming him down hard on the unforgiving canvas with the BLAQUE OUT! Bruce doesn't go for the pin tho as he just drags Gabriel into the centre of the ring and locks him in with a sharpshooter.

Adams: Hart Attack!!!!

With nowhere to go and his body in a world of pain Gabriel tries to hold off for as long as he can but he can't get out of the hold.

Tap...

Tap...

Tap...

Justin: Here is your winner... and Still Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion.... Bruce Evaaaaaaans!!!!

Bruce lets go of Gabriel's legs and is reunited with his championship belt which he celebrates with in the middle of the ring.




There's video feed on the screen as you can see Raab walking into a supermarket to buy things to eat for his home. Henry Losak's also there as is the SCW cameraman. Everything was alright until, someone laughed at Raab as the mood he's in isn't very pleasant, In fact, you could say it's one of the worst moods Raab's been in for a while. He goes up to the customer and knocks him off his feet, punching and kicking away at the person who laughed at him.

Lord Raab: "Go to hell asshole. You can laugh at me sitting on the sidelines, but I'm beating you until you can't stand any longer. Feel the wreath of this angry monster who will rip you to pieces."

Lord Raab's beating scares everyone in the supermarket and Henry sees the person being on the phone as he goes to him and forces to put the phone down.

Henry Losak: "Nobody calls the cops. Can't you see what you've done SCW owners, making Raab hurt people in a supermarket due to not having him wrestling in matches for two weeks? That's all he wants to do with his life is fighting and you're preventing him from doing so thank you for ignoring him yet again to make him go on a massive rage of anger."

Raab even pulls all the shelves down and making sure one of them is on the drowned person. One of the other customers goes to attack Raab, but Raab grabs his wrist and picks him up and does a very devastating Killerbuster as Henry knew Raab's pushing it and speaks.

Henry Losak: "Look, I know you're pissed off, but this was a bit too much don't you think?"

Lord Raab: "No because I'm sick of being ignored in SCW and I hope someone calls me out for a match soon because what you see here is what someone will experience. Next week on SCW Climax Control, I want an street fight with anybody and those who call me out better prepare themselves for the most brutal beating of their lives. Come on, have the balls to accept my open challenge for a street fight so I can rip someone to pieces and put fire onto my opponent, seeing the flames of anger I've been having for the last two weeks while I've been sitting on my ass, doing nothing."

Henry Losak: "Come on, lets go as the damage has been done here and maybe there's a future for you in SCW."

Lord Raab: "No, I'm staying here until I hear someone in SCW accepting my open street fight challenge."

Raab closes his eyes and rises his hands to the air with a monstrous laugh and then sits on the floor, waiting for someone to challenge him for a fight as the video feed goes and cameras go elsewhere in the arena.




"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 pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing his face. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. He reaches down, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, revealing the SCW Heavyweight title belt. He puts his arms to his side as boos with some scattered cheers fill the arena. Gabriel starts to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside. He takes the title belt from his waist and puts it over his shoulder as Justin Decent hands him a mic. "Zombie" fades out and he raises the mic to his mouth.

Gabriel: Well this is becoming a reoccuring thing where I keep coming down here and you have to sit there and listen to what your champion has to say.

The fans boo but Gabriel ignores them as he walks up and down the ring.

Gabriel: Tonight, finally someone has seen sense and finally did something right by putting your very own champion in to a match to entertain you all, and let's be honest about it, you came here tonight to see me wrestle, but not only that, you're here tonight to see the one time only return of Sinful Obsession.

The fans cheer at hearing the name.

Gabriel: I thought that would be your reaction, because it's been a while since Despayre and I got a chance to do our thing here for you but it has a bigger meaning for me, it has the meaning that tonight, I ruin Sean Jackson mind once and for all. I get to take a future hardcore legend and show him that a chair is no replacement for having something up top.

Gabriel taps the side of his head and smirks, his confidence filling the arena.

Gabriel: That's what everything is about when it comes to wrestling. It's about being smart enough to strike at the right time, to take things at the time that suits you and that's exactly what I did when I took that title from Sean Jackson. There was no conspiracy theory, there was nothing hidden behind the scenes, it was about me being smart enough to know that this was my perfect time to strike and take what's mine.

Gabriel rolls his shoulder back, dropping the title belt to his hand.

Gabriel: And tonight is the right time for you Sean to wind up your status as a main event guy. I'm dangling this golden carrot in front of you Sean to come and try and take it and give me the chance to end you. Here it is...

Gabriel holds the title belt out in front of him.

Gabriel: I made the challenge, now it's time for you to accept it. Come on, I haven't got all day and these lot want to get back to listening to their Tom Jones albums.

Gabriel leans on the ropes waiting but....

"Whassup, fresh? It's our turn, baby!"

Simone: That's not Sean Jackson...

Adams: That's JT Midas!

JT steps onto the entrance ramp in his wrestling gear with his SCW Tag Team Championship around his waist, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd as the loud rock musics blasts over the speakers. He smiles as he meets Gabriel's eyes, noticing the scowl on the face of the SCW Heavyweight Champion. JT raises a microphone to his lips, ready to speak.

JT: I'm sorry, Gabriel. Were you expecting someone else? I'll be honest, I heard you out here talking your big game, and I just couldn't resist, so while you may get Sean Jackson later tonight...right now, you're out here with me.

Gabriel scoffs in the ring, smirking in mockery of the man who interrupted him and draping his title over his shoulder.

JT: Yeah, I know. You ain't really taking me serious right now, and why should you? You did beat me on the groundbreaking one-hundredth episode of Climax Control last year. Since then, we've both gone on to do some pretty impressive things, haven't we? You, Gabriel, you became the SCW Heavyweight Champion once again, defeating both Drake Green and the former champion, Sean Jackson, on the same night. That's cool, really. I mean, Sean Jackson wasn't much of a champion to begin with, and Drake Green ain't been around since. You ain't the only dude who won a championship that night, though. You remember, Gabriel? I took this from your little buddy that night.

JT taps at the gold plate of his title, smirking. He gets another mixed reaction from the crowd, as many fans enjoyed the long reign of the former champions. Gabriel raises an eyebrow, not allowing JT's antics to get into his head.

JT: That's right. My buddy Caleb Houston and I ended the over seven-month reign Big B and Despayre, arguably the most dominant team in SCW history, in decisive fashion. You know what I think, though? I think, ultimately, none of that really matters right now, because all anybody can talk about is this Blast from the Past tournament. The winning combination earns a title shot for each member. That means, one for Mercedes Vargas...

The fans boo loudly at the very mention of the Argentine Assassin.

JT: ...and one for JT Midas.

The fans cheer this time, and JT smiles.

JT: See, I may be one-half of the SCW Tag Team Champions, but that just ain't enough for me, Gabriel. That is the reason I entered this tournament, that is the reason I am going to finish what I started last year at High Stakes IV, when my friends and I declared war on you and your friends. Obviously, there have been some changes since then, but the fact remains that the Players Club is still the most entertaining, most exciting team in all of professional wrestling. It's only fitting, then, that we end this war, Gabriel. It's only fitting that Mercedes and I win the Blast from the Past tournament, that she goes on to do whatever the hell she plans on doing with her shot at Delia, while I cash in on my SCW Heavyweight Championship opportunity at the first chance I get, and I plan to cash in...on you.

This time, the fans respond positively, cheering JT as Gabriel laughs. The first-ever SCW Heavyweight Champion taunts JT, beckoning for him to make a move as JT's music plays, and the scene closes.




Justin: The following contest is a Blast From The Past match.... introducing first.

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

Justin: From Daytona Beach, Florida... the Bitch of Hardcore, Jade Manendez-Arcador!

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

Justin: And her partner... making his way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada!

The arena goes pitch black and the crowd begins to bu

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.

Justin: Weighing in at 240 pounds... he is your SCW Roulette Champion! The Notorious... Alex Kaelin!

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 their opponents.

Justin: And their opponents...

Silver and blue lights float around the arena as "Las Vegas" begins to play over the loud speakers. A man wearing gold tights with blue designs going down both legs and a leather overcoat walks out onto the stage. The cameras zoom in on him as an arrogant smirk comes across his lips. The cameras slowly pull out as Travis Nathaniel Andrews starts walking down the ramp while flicking his hands toward the people near the front row.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and forty one pounds and standing six feet inches tall. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada. Please welcome "Mister Total Nonstop Attitude" TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS!

Travis hops up onto the ring apron, climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air. He brings them back to his side and hops back down onto the ring apron. He proceeds to wipe his boots on the apron before swinging his leg through the middle ring rope. He swings his other leg through the middle rope and moves toward the center of the ring. He flings off his overcoat as gold flakes fall from the ceiling.

The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright coloured lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this" sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of Let's Get Ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they're each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, from St. Helena California, she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine, Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!

The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.

Adams: This one is gonna be a hell of a match.

DING DING DING!

Melody and Jade start things off by hooking up in the middle of the ring. Jade pushes Melody off and moves in with a shot to the face. Melody falls back against the ropes and Jade whips her to the other side, catching her with a spinning back elbow as Melody returns. Jade stomps on Melody on the floor before picking her up and throwing her in to the corner. Jade charges in with a clothesline. She takes Melody's head as she moves out of the corner and jumps with a single hand bulldog, driving Melody's face in to the canvas. Jade rolls Melody on to her back and goes for the cover.

1..
2...

Melody gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Jade going for the early cover.

Adams: Must have a taxi waiting.

Both Melody and Jade get to their feet and Jade kicks Melody in the gut, doubling her over, before dropping to her knees and catching Melody with a quick, sharp European uppercut. Melody stumbles back and Jade charges at her but Melody ducks the clothesline attempt. As Jade turns back towards Melody, Melody spins her leg and catches her in the jaw with a chick kick, knocking Jade to the canvas! Jade returns to her feet and Melody quickly runs at her, jumping in the air and catching her with a flying forearm to the jaw, sending the Bitch of Hardcore to the canvas and rolling towards the ropes. Jade holds on to the bottom rope, but Melody grabs her legs and pulls her backwards and drops in to a sitdown powerbomb position. Melody puts her feet over Jade's shoulders and goes for the pin

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2...

Jade rolls backwards and out of the pin!

Adams: Melody bringing it to Jade...

Jade jumps before Melody can return to her feet and plants a dropkick on Melody's chest.

Adams: Or not.

Jade scrambles over to her corner, reaching out and tagging Alex Kaelin in to the ring.

Simone: Roulette champion in the ring!

Jade's tag forces the men in to action. Kaelin steps through the ropes and Travis Nathaniel Andrews charges in from the other side of the ring as Melody rolls out. Kaelin and Andrews meet in the middle of the ring, exchanging shots to each others faces. Kaelin takes advantage, knocking Andrews backwards, before charging in with a roaring elbow and catching Andrews on top of the head. Andrews lands on his rear and Kaelin instantly kicks him in the chest, the echo bouncing around the arena.

Adams: If that would have happened in the Welsh valleys, that sound woud have echoes around for years.

Kaelin pulls Andrews to his feet and whips him towards the ropes but Andrews reverses it and sends Kaelin flying. Kaelin comes back as Andrew puts out an arm to clothesline him, but Kaelin grabs hold of his arm and floats over, dropping him with a float over DDT! Kaelin rolls Andrews on to his back and goes for the pin as Drew drops down to make the count

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2...

Travis flicks a shoulder up!

Simone: Kaelin showing why he's had instant success in SCW.

Kaelin pulls Andrews to his feet and nails him with a kick to the gut, putting him in to a powerbomb position but Andrews lifts Kaelin over his back and crashing to the canvas. As Kaelin returns to his feet, Andrews grabs his arm, jumps in the air and plants him with a jumping armbreaker!

Simone: Andrews nearly popped that shoulder out of it's socket.

Adams: That would have been nasty to see.

Andrews aggressively pulls Kaelin to his feet and lifts him over in a quick snap suplex, releasing Kaelin after impact and rolling to his knees and back on to his feet. Andrews pulls Kaelin to his feet and pulls him in to a powerbomb position. He lifts the Roulette champion up and drops him with a Black Tiger sit out powerbomb! Andrews goes for the cover and Drew drops to count.

1..
2...

Kaelin forces his way out!

Simone: Andrews showing great technical skill.

He pulls Kaelin to his feet and grabs both wrists, lifting him over with a double wrist lock belly to belly suplex.

Adams: Designers choice!

Andrews looks towards Melody Grace, moving over and tagging her in. Jade quickly steps through the ropes and in towards Melody.

Adams: Mrs Carpenter-Huntington-Hawkes the first in.

Simone: I don't think she's using the Carpenter part.

Adams: Didn't we have a nurse called Carpenter once? Wonder if they know each other or if they're related?

Melody leapfrogs over Jade as Jade charges towards her and takes her down with a sweep kick. Melody stands up straight and runs towards the ropes, using them as a springboard and jumping backwards, nailing Jade with a lionsault. Melody stays on top of Jade.

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Jade fires out!

Both women get to their feet and Melody strikes first, with a forearm smash before grabbing Jade by the head and throwing her across the ring by the hair. Drew warns Melody and Melody looks at him with applogetic eyes before moving back towards Jade, but Jade pulls Melody's legs out from underneath her, sending the young blonde on to her back. Jade gets to her feet, while Melody gets to her knees. Jade charges at Melody and nails her in the head with a shining wizard! Melody slumps to the canvas and Jade goes for the cover!

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2...

Melody pushes a shoulder up!

Adams: I thought Melody was done diddley done for there.

Simone: Been watching The Simpsons again?

Adams: Certainly have neighborinho!

Jade pulls Melody to her feet. She jumps in the air and plants Melody with a leaping tornado DDT, her head bouncing stiffly off the canvas. Jade pulls herself to her feet and leans back from Melody. As Melody returns to her feet, Jade jumps at her with a thrust kick, but Melody ducks out of the way. Melody quickly hooks Jade up and drops her with a front face Russian legsweep! Melody crawls over to her corner and tags in Andrews.

Simone: Tag from Melody.

Kaelin charges in the ring but is met with a clothesline from Mr TNA! Kaelin quickly gets back to his feet and Andrews takes him down again with another stiff clothesline! Andrews pulls him up and lifts him up with a double arm suplex! Kaelin rolls away from Andrews and gets to his feet again, but Andrews moves behind him and drops him down with a reverse DDT in to a backbreaker.

Simone: Vegas strip!

Andrews turns Kaelin over and goes for the pin.

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Kaelin kicks out!

Kaelin and Andrews return to their feet and Kaelin cuts Andrews off with a knee to the gut, he moves in close and lifts up his knee, catching Andrew in the face. Andrews straightens up and Kaelin goes for the leg, whipping Andrews over with a dragon screw legwhip. Andrews rolls to his feet but Kaelin kicks him hard in the gut. He pulls Andrews in and lifts him up with a piledriver, dropping Andrews on his head! Kaelin forces Andrews on his back and goes for the cover

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2...

Andrews barely gets a shoulder up!

Simone: I thought it was over then!

Adams: So did everyone else here!

Kaelin pulls Andrews to his feet, setting him up for the Broken Promises, but Andrews fights out with elbows to the side of Kaelin's head. Andrews pulls his head back and nails Kaelin with a huge headbutt, sending Kaelin back in to his own corner. Jade tags in as Kaelin falls to the floor.

Adams: That headbutt has them both seeing little tweety birds.

Jade runs in the ring and Melody the other side, but Jade sidesteps a Melody clothesline and bounces off the ropes. Jade uses them as a spingboard and leaps, catching Melody with a huge spinning kick behind her head. Melody slumps to the floor.

Simone: Holy hell, did you hear that? That sound was sickening!

Adams: Melody's in a daze!

Jade pulls Melody to her feet and lifts her in to the air, dropping her with...

Simone: Jade's Evolution!

Jade covers Melody and Drew drops down to count

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DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of the match.... Jade Menendez-Arcador and Alex Kaelin!

Simone: I'm in shock, one of the tournament favorites has just been eliminated!

Adams: That makes two of us! Jade and Alex now advance to the semi finals!

The camera focuses on Jade, the only person still standing, before cutting elsewhere




"Do it like a Dude" by Jessie J begins playing over the sound system in the arena as cheers surprisingly begin to fill the place. After a few seconds of the camera panning around the arena showing the packed audience holding their signs and merchandise of their favorite Sin City Wrestling stars, Kimberly Evans steps out onto the stage. She has a huge smile on her face as she stands at the top of the stage waving at the crowd before beginning her walk towards the ring. She is wearing an all white women's business suit with white pumps and her hair left out, curly and flowing. Behind her is a pretty tall white male, he's wearing an expensive looking all black suit with black dress shoes and black hair which is spiked and is carrying a brown briefcase. The two walk down the aisle and approach the ring as the ring. As they do, the man walks up the steps first and is followed by Kimberly, he holds the ropes open allowing her to enter the ring first as he quickly follows. Inside the ring is a table with a chair on either side. Kimberly is handed a microphone from a member of the S.C.W. staff as she walks around the ring for a few seconds before signaling for the production truck to turn her music off. As the music cuts out he cheers in the building can now be heard even more and become more intense as Kimberly actually looks kind of shocked and overwhelmed by the response. The cameras cut to the parking garage of the Sport Wales National Centre to show a black 2014 maserati ghibli pulling in to where the staff and wrestlers make their arrivals. The car drives around in search of a space and after a few seconds finds one not too far from the backstage entrance. This is being shown on the tron as the fans wait in anticipation, only to be disappointed as the building is instantly flooded with boos when the car is parked and the engine shut down while the cameras show Bruce Evans stepping out from the drivers side. He is wearing a pretty sharp looking all brown tuxedo. Dark brown slacks, a light brown long sleeve button up shirt, dark brown dress shoes, a jacket that matches the pants and his hair in a tightly tied back ponytail. He slams the door behind him and begins walking towards the backstage entrance with a very pissed off expression on his face as he adjusts his tie. The cameras then focus back to the ring where Kimberly and the man with her stand their talking between themselves as the boos pick up with the tron going black. Kimberly walks around the ring for a second or two before placing the microphone to her mouth and talking.

Kimberly: Wow, I have to admit. The response from you all kind of got me off guard. Thank you!

She pauses as the cheers begin to pick up again. Looking around still in shock before she continues.

Kimberly: But I think I have an idea of why suddenly you are all rooting for me. Is it because after years and years of trailing in his shadow, I am finally leaving Bruce Evans and becoming my own woman!?!

The crowd pops as she holds the microphone out towards them to pick up the reception. She lets out a little giggle and goes on.

Kimberly: So, anyways, here's the deal. Here's what's going to happen. Brucie Bruce has threatened to come out here tonight and in front of all of you, and all the people around the world watching at home embarrass me...

The place begins again to fill with boos as Kimberly again pauses as she whispers something into the ear of the man standing next to her and smiles.

Kimberly: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you my Divorce Attorney Sam Myers.

The fans pop as both Sam and Kimberly look around in complete surprise as she places her hand on one of his broad shoulders.

Kimberly: So Bruce, you want to try and embarrass and humiliate me in front of the world? Then I say get your cheating ass out here, right now!

Kimberly's attorney opens his briefcase and pulls out some paper work, placing it in the middle of the table as the camera focuses on the entrance way. After a few seconds of nothing the fans begin to become impatient and the booing again picks up. Finally "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park begin playing over the speakers which only intensifies the booing. A few seconds go by and finally Bruce Evans appears at the top of the stage. He wastes no time and walks right to the ring completely ignoring the nasty insults being thrown at him from the crowd. Walking up the ring steps he steps through the middle ropes and enters the ring. He pulls a microphone from the pocket of his jacket and begins yelling.

Bruce: Turn off my god damn music!

The music slowly fades out as the boos are heard more clearly. Chants of "You're an Asshole" quickly fill the place as Bruce paces around the ring. Kimberly and her attorney staying as far away from him as possible.

Bruce: You stupid, gold digging, good for nothing little bitch, just who in the hell do you think you are?!?

As the boos continue Kimberly who has a look of fear on her face steps back even further as Bruce looks like a maniac on the edge.

Bruce: Don't you EVER demand me to do anything, EVER! I am your superior you dumb little whore!

Forced to pause as he can barely be heard with all the booing Bruce walks over to the table and takes a seat in one of the chairs. Kimberly, looking frightened whispers something into her attorney's ears. Bruce begins to look through the paper work on the table and begins laughing as he looks directly at Sam.

Bruce: What are you an idiot? You're possibly dumber than that skank!

Continuing to laugh as he continues to look through the paper work. Kimberly approaches the table with caution as Sam is right behind her. She takes her seat across from Bruce and holds her head down, trying not to make eye contact with him.

Bruce: Lift your god damn head up when I'm talking to you!

The place erupts as he grabs her chin. Sam quickly steps in and slaps Bruce's hand out of Kimberly's face. "You old bastard!" chants start up. With a cocky grin on his face Bruce stands up. Sam takes the microphone from Kimberly and gets right in the face of Bruce. The crowd pops as he looks right into the eyes of Bruce and places the microphone to his mouth.

Sam Myers: If I were you Bruce, I'd be very careful of how you represent yourself out here tonight. In front of all these fine people in attendance, the the folks watching around the world!

The cheers pick up as Sam pauses, the two men staring each other down. Bruce holds the microphone to his mouth, but Sam places his hand over it, stopping his from talking. The crowd goes wild as Sam continues.

Sam Myers: See Mr. Evans. You've done enough damage to this woman. You've been a complete bully to this woman and tonight, it stops!

With the fans still cheering Bruce again attempts to speak but has the microphone knocked from his hands by Sam. The camera shows Kimberly smiling and laughing now.

Sam Myers: Enough! Seriously Bruce that's enough! We've all seen what you had to say, and now it's our time.

Bruce stands there in complete shock as Sam walks over and stands behind Kimberly.

Sam Myers: We don't have much to say accept, sign the damn papers!

The crowd pops again as Sam hands Kimberly the microphone. Bruce looks around at the crowd and shakes his head in disbelief as Kimberly begins to talk.

Kimberly: Come on Brucie, have a seat. Sign the papers, jailbird!

"You're a jailbird!" chants quickly catch on as Kimberly and Sam begin laughing. Bruce who is completely irate picks up his microphone from the canvas and begins shouting at the fans.

Bruce: Shut up! Shut the hell up right now!

He walks over to the table and takes a seat across from Kimberly. He waits for the jailbird chants to die down before speaking.

Bruce: You have got to be kidding me if you think I'm sig.....

Bruce is cut off as Kimberly slaps the microphone out of his hand again, it falls to the canvas. A frustrated Bruce bends over to retrieve it as the building is now literally almost rocking with support for Kimberly.

Kimberly: Like Sam said, you've said enough. I don't want much from you. Never mind I take that back, I want everything from you. Now either you're going to sign these papers Bruce, or I will continue making your life a living nightmare!

Kimberly slides the papers closer to Bruce. He takes another look at them and stands up.

Bruce: Nope, I'm not signing them Kimberly!

He drops his microphone and turns his back towards the two and begins to exit the ring. He is stopped by Kimberly shouting at him.

Kimberly: Okay Bruce. I guess since you're not going to sign the papers, I can legally tell the world your deep, dark, dirty little secret!

Bruce stops in his tracks as a look of embarrassment and shame cross his face. The fans start a chant of "Tell his secret!". He walks back to the table and says something to Kimberly which can not be picked up, she shakes her head no as he looks to be begging her. He snatches her microphone.

Bruce: Okay, okay, okay.

He grabs the papers.

Bruce: I'll sign the papers, after I have my lawyers look them all the way though!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Bruce throws the microphone at Kimberly's attorney Sam and storms out of the ring, up and ramp, and vanishes backstage. Inside the ring Kimberly stands up and gives Sam a big hug as her theme song "Do It Like a Dude" by Jessie J blasts over the speakers. Sam holds the ropes open for her as she exits the ring and he follows. The two walk to the back and surprisingly she tags hands with the fans before disappearing towards the back.




Justin: The following contest is a Quarter-Final match in the Blast From the Past III Mixed Tag Team tournament!

Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system, the arena instantly livens up as the crowd stand to their feet, some booing, some cheering, but all of them respecting. The arena lights slightly dim as an explosion of sparks and mini fireworks erupt at the top of the entrance ramp. As the explosion fades Andrew Watts comes walking down the entrance ramp, 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: Making his way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 248 pounds, The Outlaw, Andrew Watts!

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.

Justin: His tag team partner currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 130 pounds ... Misty!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Ms. Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, unsure as the fans roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring. Once she gets to the ring, she enters the ring. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, where her tag team partner waits.

Justin: And their opponents...

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights.

Justin: Introducing first...she is the current, reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion...Weighing in at 127 lbs...MERCEDES Vargas!!!

As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains- perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. She looks down to Andrew Watts and Misty as her music comes to an end.

Justin: And her partner...

The synthetic groove of Blacklite District's "I Gambled and I Won" kicks on over the speakers, and the crowd goes crazy with jeers and catcalls as the lights go dim. Spotlights shine around the entrance ramp, and a cloud of pale blue mist hovers overhead as JT Midas slowly makes his way from behind the curtain wearing a faded-black leather jacket and his trademark fedora. He smiles mockingly at the crowd as they all boo and chant for him, and he makes his way down the ramp.

Justin: Weighing in at 210 pounds...He is the other half of the current SCW Tag Team Champions...JT MIDAS!!!

JT smirks as he reaches the ring, leaping onto the apron and leaning backward against the ropes. He looks out into the angry crowd before rolling backward over the top rope and into the ring, wasting no time as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, antagonizing the crowd. Midas throws his arms out to his side, then throws them up over his head, taunting the fans as his music dies down.

Simone: Midas and Vargas don't seem to be too at odds, but look over at the corner of Misty and Andrew.

The camera cuts to Watts pointing to the corner and Misty shaking her head 'no.'

Adams: I guess Andrew Watts wants to start for his team again, just like he did last week.

Simone: That arrogant jackass probably believes his starting for their team last week is why they won.

Adams: Yeah but Misty isn't having any of it.

Misty continues to argue with Watts when Mercedes Vargas decides to choose for them as she races across the ring and attacks Misty from behind, knocking her to her knees! Jacob orders an annoyed Andrew Watts from the ring as she calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Mercedes is quick to send Misty into the ropes at top speed, and on the rebound, she jumps and grabs a handful of her hair, spinning them both around in mid air and planting her face first into the mat! Mercedes immediately poses on one knee, playing with her hair and then holding her arms outward to the jeering masses.

Simone: The woman is wasting time.

Adams: It might not matter. Misty has lost her memory, after all, so all her ring knowledge is *whistles8!

Mercedes then stands up and backs up to the near corner, dragging Misty along by the hair. Mercedes perches herself onto the top turnbuckle, standing Misty in a vertical position. Mercedes then throws a fist into Misty's head, but swiftly Misty fires back, throwing two fists right into Vargas's midsection, then grabs her and slams her from the top and all the way to the mat!

Simone: She knew enough to do that!

Misty lunges across the ring, making a grab for her opponent, but Mercedes sees her coming and she turns around and quickly tags JT Midas in. Misty skids to a halt, sending an angry glare at Mercedes who smirks and mocks the amnesiac with a pouty face and waving 'bye-bye' at her. Midas reluctantly steps through the ropes, as does Andrew, but Misty stays where she is, pointing towards Mercedes, while yelling at JT Midas to tag her back in.

Simone: Mercedes Vargas is just playing head games with Misty.

Adams: And doing a pretty damn good job at it, too.

Mercedes turns her back to the situation and plays to the crowd, extending her arms out, but on the inside, Midas shrugs and tags her back in. Jacob acknowledges the tag, and in a flash, Misty dashes over to Mercedes's corner, grabbing the long-time Roulette Champion by her hair and flipping her up and over the top rope and into the ring. Misty quickly goes to work sending vicious lefts and rights to Mercedes's head.

Simone: I guess you don't have to know how to wrestle so long as you can brawl!

Adams: You've been watching WWE again, haven't you?

Jacob has to quickly order Misty to break free, but Misty is relentless. Jacob pulls Misty off of Mercedes. This gives Mercedes just enough time to get to her feet, and she lunges at her, and Mercedes's elbow connects with the side of Misty's head, and the three-time former Bombshell World Champion falls into the corner where Vargas goes on the attack, throwing lefts and rights at her, then drives her left shoulder into her belly.

Simone: Mercedes Vargas has never been one to back down from a fight!

Adams: It is why she's the longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion in history.

Jacob grabs Mercedes and has to physically pry her from out of the corner and away from Misty! Mercedes pushes her way past the official goes back on the attack, only for Misty to bring both feet up and viciously kick Vargas back to the mat! Mercedes lays there, stunned, and Misty goes for the cover!

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Mercedes kicks out!

Simone: Mercedes Vargas is not going to go down that easily.

Adams: You haven't been reading the same men's room walls as I have.

Misty slams her fits down on the mat in frustration. She gets to her feet, bringing Mercedes with her with a handful of hair. When both women are standing, Mercedes grabs Misty's head, and drops down, delivering a hard jawbreaker! Misty falls back to the mat, holding her jaw. Mercedes quickly jumps on the ropes and launches herself back, nailing a springboard moonsault on Misty!

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Misty gets her shoulder up!

Mercedes screams at Jacob, claiming a slow count. Mercedes drags Misty over near her and JT Midas's corner, leaving Misty laying on the mat. When she goes to climb to the top rope, JT Midas takes it upon himself to tag himself in.

Adams: Ohhh I don't think Mercedes appreciated that!

Simone: And it might have cost his team a victory. Mercedes had Misty down!

Mercedes narrows her eyes at JT Midas as Andrew and JT Midas step into the ring. JT Midas and Andrew circle one another before they each lunge forward, locking up collar and elbow. Both men fight to gain control over one another. JT Midas is the first to take control, putting Watts into a side headlock, working on controlling his opponent as well as the match. Andrew, however, is not content to remain in this hold and he whips JT Midas against the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but JT Midas quickly ducks it, going bounding against the opposite side of ropes. Midas grabs a hold of the top rope, stopping himself, and Andrew comes at him in a rush, JT Midas hits him with a hard elbow to the face and Andrew stumbles back. JT Midas quickly turns around and charges at Andrew, connecting with a slingblade lariat! Midas with the cover!

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Watts kicks out!

Midas pulls Andrew to a seated position, taking advantage and puts Andrew in a chinlock, tightening the pressure. JT Midas increases the pressure of the hold, refusing to let go, and Jacob asks Andrew if he wishes to give up but Watts refuses.

Simone: Who in their right mind would think Andrew Watts would submit to a chinlock?

Adams: It's not Chris's fault. He's tired and cranky.

Andrew starts fighting with everything he's got, slowly but surely getting back to his feet. JT Midas keeps the hold locked on, as Andrew begins delivering elbows to JT Midas's side, trying to get him to break the hold. Andrew is finally able to break free of the hold, and out of JT Midas's grasp, and he grabs JT Midas's head, delivering a powerful headbutt that sends both men stumbling back. JT Midas charges at Andrew after quickly shaking off the effects of the headbutt, but Andrew sees him coming and is able to quickly lift him up and deliver a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Andrew dumps him to the mat and goes for the cover!

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JT Midas gets his shoulder up! Andrew is just inches away from Misty and is the first to get the tag. Misty wastes no time in entering the ring, but Mercedes jumps down from the ring, standing on the floor outside and she stares at Misty, trading barbs with the former champion. Misty then jumps through the ropes and to the outside of the ring, quickly giving chase to Mercedes! Mercedes slides in under the bottom rope, jumping to her feet. Misty follows suit, sliding in under the bottom rope, but is met by a hard boot to the back of the head!

Simone: And with Misty's memory being gone, that is where Mercedes has the advantage.

Adams: Yeah she pretty much lured Misty right into that one.

She stomps away at her arch rival, refusing to slow down the attack, until Jacob forces her away as Misty pulls herself to her feet using the ropes. Mercedes charges at her but Misty manages to duck and Mercedes flies over the top rope, but lands on the ring apron. Misty turns around and Mercedes uses the top rope to launch herself over delivering a flying clothesline! She goes for the cover!

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Misty gets her shoulder up!

Mercedes is furious and heads over to JT Midas, tagging him in.

The men are back in and charge one another, only to have Watts duck a wild swing and pull JT into a front waist lock and delivers a belly to belly suplex that sent JT Midas sprawling into the corner! Andrew gets to his feet and points to his head, smiling at JT Midas!

Simone: Only just back in and already showing off.

JT Midas slowly gets to his feet and claps his hands, giving Andrew a thumbs up! JT Midas offers a handshake to Andrew and Andrew frowns, wondering whether to take the handshake or not. Andrew slowly extends his hand when JT Midas suddenly grabs his hand and doubles him over with a kick to the stomach!

Adams: A blind man in Romania saw that one coming.

Midas then goes to send Watts into the near corner but Andrew reverses it and follows up with a leaping forearm to the head! Watts then starts throwing shots at Midas and Jacob forces himself between the two, and in doing so, sets Watts up for a low blow when the referee is trying to get Andrew away! Andrew grabs his groin in pain and sinks down to one knee!

Adams: NO man deserves to have that happen! ... Well, maybe Miley Cyrus's business manager.

JT Midas got up to his feet and drives a boot into Andrew's midsection, right before slapping on a DDT, driving Watts's skull into the canvas! Midas with the cover!

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3 - No! Watts gets the shoulder up!

Midas stands up and begins arguing with Jacob, accusing the referee of a slow count while Mercedes agrees, shouting from her corner! Midas picks him up and shoots him off the ropes with an Irish whip but Andrew comes flying off, laying Midas out with a flying leg lariat!

Simone: Midas wasted too much time fighting with the official!

Andrew rolls Midas over onto his back and covers him!

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JT Midas shoots an arm up just in time!

Andrew gets to his feet and spread his arms out, taunting JT Midas! JT Midas slowly gets up and Andrew stalks him from behind, catching him with a t-bone suplex! Andrew goes for the pin again!

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Again Midas kicks out!

Andrew looks at the referee in irritation and questioned the count as JT Midas crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Watts walks over and pulls him from the ropes and lands a straight shot to Midas's handsome face. Andrew puts his left hand under JT Midas's chin, lifting his head up and kisses his right hand before firing another stiff right hand but JT Midas ducks and caught Andrew in a waistlock, rearing back in a German suplex!

Adams: Slick counter!

Midas arches his back into a bridge for the pin!

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3 - Watts kicks out!

Simone: God these two men are so evenly matched!

Midas drags Watts up and scoops him up from off of his feet and places him into the far corner in a precarious position.

Adams: Tree of Woe! That's never a good sign of things to come!

Midas backs up a number of steps and plays to the crowd, beckoning them with one hand while they boo! Midas then gets a running start and jumps, dropkicking the prone body of Watts with such force that it knocks him loose from the corner and Andrew crumbles to the mat! Midas stands up and smiles, winking at Misty before he starts scaling the top of the near corner. Midas looks back at the prone body of his opponent, then leaps back for a moonsault press -- and Watts brings his knees up into Midas's stomach!

Simone: That could have broken the man's ribs!

Midas stumbles to his feet, clutching his stomach in agony -- and Watts leaps from behind and nails the RKO!

Adams: Highlight!

Andrew covers Midas and hooks the leg, and a handful of trunks for good measure!

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The bell sounds and Mercedes Vargas looks disgusted!

Justin: Here are your winners, advancing to the semi-finals ... ANDREW WATTS and MISTY!




Live Thursday 2/12/15 at the Randolph Community Center
Doors Open at 7 PM

SINGLES MATCH

Andreas Bergfalk vs. Tommy Burke

The big man is back in action as he looks to avenge his recent loss against the legacy of the Burke family, 'Textbook' Tommy Burke. Tommy has been in a bit of a rut lately as well since returning from a flu related illness. Can he overcome the challenge that is the Gottenberg native or will 'The Wildman' have his day in Tucson?

SINGLES MATCH


Katie Clarke vs. Rebecca Bisbane

"The Bronx Brawler" Katie Clarke debuted in impressive fashion last week as she picked apart fellow newcomer Daphne Demur. This week she'll take on another new ASW Star in the Belfast, Northern Ireland product Rebecca Bisbane. Rebecca will look to impress the ASW Faithful as well as she gets set for her United States debut.

Owen James and Chris Mosh fought to a double count out last week with the ASW Heavyweight title on the line. Will their rivalry continue or will Owen James look to another challenger?

TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH


Owen James & Seth Drayton vs. Chris Mosh & Tim Staggs

Owen James may have unfinished business with Chris Mosh but "The Legacy" Tim Staggs surely must feel the same way about Seth Drayton. Moments after his victory, Drayton attacked Staggs in what could only be considered as an act of war. How will both of these rivalries play out when all four men are in the ring at the same time?

After Kimberly Evans' strong showing in her defeat of Kaysie Sherell last week, ASW General Manager JJ Dixon made some changes to the top of the Women's Divison with two special matches to close out this week's Thursday Night Showdown.

SINGLES MATCH


Kimberly Evans vs. Bianca Davis

After a strong showing on Thursday Night Showdown, JJ Dixon changed his mind about the Number One Contendership to the ASW Women's Championship. He made this special match before the Main Event. The winner will go on to the next match to challenge Ruby for her title.

*MAIN EVENT*


ASW WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Ruby (c) vs. ???

Ruby complained openly last Thursday night about the lack of competition for her title. She may have gotten her wish as this week she won't know who her opponent will be until right before the match. Will it be Kimberly Evans or Bianca Davis? Ruby will have to wait and see. All this and more on Thursday Night Showdown!




Justin: The following contest is a special attractions match... introducing first.

"Revenge, is a meal Best Served Cold..."

Justin: From Miami, Florida, weighing in at once hundred and twenty pounds, she is Jessie Salco!

The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of ""Like Angels Weeping (the dark)" by Kataklysym tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for her opponent.

Justin: And her partner...

"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone!

Justin: From Queens, New York, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is 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 Their opponents...

"Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system of the Sport Wales National Centre, and within a matter of seconds, Natalie McKinley and Simon Jones walk through the curtains, out onto the stage, to a loud cheer from the fans.

Justin: Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy two pounds, the team of Natalie McKinley and Simon Jones!

Natalie, who has a Welsh flag draped over her shoulders, leads the way, as she and Simon make their way towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans that reach out to them on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Natalie leaps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes, whereas Simon clambers up the steps, and into the ring. Natalie then raises the flag as high as she can, eliciting another loud cheer, while Simon glances around the venue, surveying the immensely supportive crowd.

DING DING DING!

Natalie steps out from her corner as Jessie steps out of her corner. The two ladies begin to circle each other as the bell rings. They come together and tie each other up. They struggle for position until Jessie gains the early advantage. She cranks on the neck as she keeps Natalie in a tight side headlock. Jessie cranks a little more as she throws Natalie to the ground. Jessie continues to crank back on her neck as Jasmine starts to check on Natalie.

Simone: Jessie is taking her anger out from being eliminated from the Blast from the Past tournament.

Adams: Natalie needs to fight this hold.

Natalie smacks the canvas once while trying to get the crowd behind her. The crowd begins to chant her name as Natalie works her way back up to her feet while carrying Jessie's bodyweight. Jessie tries cranking her neck some more but Natalie drives her elbow into the rib cage area of Jessie. Jessie lets out a little grunt as Natalie drives another elbow into her rib cage. Jessie loosens her tight grip around Natalie's throat. She smashes her elbow one more time into Jessie's rib cage which causes her to let go. Natalie clutches at her throat while trying to catch her breath. Jessie bends over a little bit as Natalie goes to run for the ring ropes.

Simone: Not a lot of action right now

Adams: You can say that again

Right as Natalie tries to run away, Jessie reaches up, grabs a hold of Natalie's hair and slams her straight down to the canvas. Natalie's head bounces off the canvas hard as Jessie follows up with a running low dropkick to Natalie's back. The force of the kick sends Natalie out of the ring and lands awkwardly on her left arm. She lets out a loud scream while holding her left arm firmly against her stomach. Jasmine tells Jessie to stand back while beginning her count.

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Simone: Simon seems a little concerned about Natalie.

Adams: Yeah but Steve doesn't seem all that worried about Jessie.

Jessie pushes herself up off the ground while the crowd is still in awe of her move. She slaps a few hands in the front row while picking Natalie up by her hair. She twirls Natalie's hair around her hands before flinging her across toward the steel ring steps. Natalie's shoulder smacks hard off the arena floor as Jessie slides in and out of the ring. Jasmine stops her count only to start it again.

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Jessie begins to stalk Natalie while a grim look is on her face. Natalie looks up to see Jessie walking towards her while begging for her to show mercy. Jessie smiles while picking Natalie up off the floor. Jessie spins her around and starts slamming her face first onto the top of the steel steps. Natalie's face bounces off the steps multiple times.

Simone: Jessie is punishing Natalie.

Natalie's face bounces off it for one last time before stopping the momentum. She slams another elbow into Jessie's sternum before slamming her face into the steel steps. Natalie fights back the pain in order to lift Jessie up off the floor by her tights.

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She then tosses Jessie back inside the ring. Natalie shakes her left arm a little trying to get the blood flowing again. She follows Jessie back inside the ring but she starts stomping on her. Jessie runs toward the ropes close to her corner again only to get a hard blind tag from Steve.

Adams: Did Steve just slap Jessie hard across her back?

Simone: I think Jessie is asking him the same thing.

Jessie looks at Steve as he just motions for her to leave the ring. She exits the ring with a look of confusion clearly marked on her face. Steve stands inside the ring waiting for Natalie to stand up to her feet. Jasmine is telling him not to touch her but he doesn't seem to care. Natalie finally gets up to her feet and slowly turns around to see Steve glaring her down. Natalie tries to back away as he continues toward her. He reaches for her hair but before getting a handful of it. Simon flies into the ring by connecting with a flying crossbody knocking Steve off his feet.

Adams: I never knew Simon could move that fast.

Simone: Let's see how Steve can handle a former SCW Heavyweight Champion

Natalie can't leave the ring fast enough as Simon quickly gets back up to his feet with Steve in his hands. Simon throws a few forearms into the side Steve's head. Steve fires back with a few forearms of his own as Simon struggles to cover up. Steve is getting the upper hand as he goes to Irish whip Simon but pulls him in for a short arm clothesline. Simon bounces back up to his feet only to get knocked back down as Steve levels him with a dropkick.

Steve bounces off the ropes before connecting with a twisting elbow drop to the back of Simon's neck. Simon grabs at his neck while Steve drops a leg across it. Simon screams out in pain as Steve drops another leg across the back of his neck. Simon screams again as Steve shoots the half. He shoves his forearm across Simon's jaw while waiting for Jasmine to get into position. Steve looks up to see Jasmine busy with Natalie as he pounds the canvas. He walks over toward that corner while telling Natalie to shut up.

While Steve is busy looking Natalie, Simon uses this momentary distraction as a way to regain some of his composure. Steve turns back toward Simon but gets met with a double leg takedown. Simon gets on top of Steve, lifts his head up and starts pounding him with multiple right hands. Simon gets off of Steve and picks him up as well. He goes to whip him into a corner but Steve reverses it at the last minute.

Simone: This match has been back and forth.

The back of Simon smacks the turnbuckles hard as he nearly sinks down. Steve follows up with a corner splash. Steve drives a knee into Simon's sternum before lifting him onto the top turnbuckle. Steve climbs up after him as he lifts a hand high into the air. He drives it down several times on top of Simon's skull before wrapping his legs around his neck. He then lies backward hoping to send Simon flying halfway across the ring.

Adams: Is Steve attempting a frankensteiner?

Simon blocks the attempt with a quick shot to Steve's sternum. Simon doesn't even let Steve pull himself as he hooks his leg around Steve's arms. The crowd starts murmuring amongst themselves as Simon rises up a little. He leaps off the turnbuckle while driving Steve sternum and face first.

Adams: OH MY GOD!!!!

Simone: Into Oblivion. Simon hit it with perfection.

Jessie's eyes go wide as Simon rolls Steve over onto his shoulders. Jasmine slides into position as she slaps the canvas.

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Jasmine signals for the bell.

Justin: Here are your winners..Natalie McKinley and Simon Jones

Simon slowly gets back up to his feet as Natalie comes to check on him. Steve rolls over onto his belly, smacks the canvas several times before getting back up to his feet. Simon holds out his hand toward Steve as the crowd is going crazy. Steve is looking around the arena then back at Simon's outstretched hand. He looks over at his NXT partner Jessie before striking Simon with a superkick. Steve looks at the knocked out Simon before leaving the ring. Jessie scratches her head while the crowd is also left confused.

Adams: Steve is such a sore loser

Simone: Jessie seems to be shocked by Steve's actions tonight.




Simone: Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome to the stage... Sin City Wrestling's one and only ... Justin Decent!

The crowd cheers as a lone spotlight ignites over the stage and illuminates the visage of a large, white bath screen in front of the curtains, with steps in front of it and a long towel draped over the screen itself. To the right of the screen, a stand for sitting covered in soft, red velvet. The beat of the music plays as from behind the curtains steps Justin Decent himself, clad in skin tight blue jeans and a denim vest. The whistles and catcalls grow in intensity as the performance of the SCW ring announcer is set to begin!

Justin moves his body, expertly drawing all eyes onto him and him alone as grinds his hips in a circular motion, all the while thrusting his pelvis forward in a smooth albeit forceful manner.

Adams: I don't know if he hypnotized me with that thing but I no longer have a fear of flying home.

As Justin moves about the stage, his body picking up the same pace as the tempo of the music playing across the sound system, he slowly removes bits of his clothing, teasing the crowd to maximum effort. Cheers, screams and whistles ring out to the performance as Justin whips his shirt off completely, sticks his finger in between his lips and tickles his own pec teasingly, giving those in the front row a coy look.

He then slides his hands down his upper torso, down his abs, and slowly, sensually across his pelvis while a flick of the thumb pops the button of his jeans. Justin then turns his back to the crowd and runs his hands down his thighs, which also slowly draws his jeans from around his waistline and down his tanned thighs, revealing a neon red thong and the crowd (at least the women!) is being driven into a fanatic frenzy!

Adams: God Bless America.

Justin then collapses, falling back onto the four posted bed onstage and pulls the sheets over him. he reaches down under the sheets and draws his knees up, and with a flick of the wrist over the bed, sends his thong sailing out into the front row, causing many of the fans to dive in order to retrieve it! Justin then flips his body over, throwing the sheets off and exposing his bare backside to the world.

The lights over the stage slowly fade and the crowd cheers wildly, adding the symphony of whistles and catcalls aimed at the amorous SCW ring announcer!




Erik Staggs is seen walking down the hallway, causing a huge cheer to erupt from ringside. A smile crosses his face as he whistles, walking down the hallway. He turns a corner, and tosses his keys up in the air as he does a snazzy spin, catching them in his hand before striking a pose.

Erik: Ha! Still got it...

Erik chuckles as he fumbles quickly through the keys. He picks one out and pushes it into the door, unlocking it before pushing it open. He turns the light on, seeing it somewhat vacant as he closes the door behind him. He sets his satchel down on his desk. He opens it up, fumbling through some paperwork for a moment before he shudders suddenly. He looks a bit surprised at the temperature drop, able to see his breath. He takes a deep breath and turns around toward the closed door.

Erik: Hello, Necra. I'd like to say that I'm surprised to see you, but I have been expecting a visit for a week now.

Erik winks in a sly manner as he rests his eyes on Necra's cold, dead eyes. Necra looks up at him and they flash red before shifting back to their normal color.

Necra: I've been busy. But I have been meaning to come and speak with you. I have to say that you and I make a wonderful team and that when we step into the ring for the next round the two of us will be just as powerful and perfectly synched as the last time.

She gets to her feet and the toga that hung off her body seemed to cling in all the right places. Erik, of course, can't help but notice this, however, he stays perfectly polite, not letting his eyes wander too far. He clasps his hands together as he leans down into his chair, taking a seat.

Erik: I can't deny that. I told everyone that I wouldn't be some sort of handicap to you, and even I didn't believe it. Not until I stepped inside of that ring and took down JT Harris, while you more than handled Darknyss. For everyone who wanted to discount us based on my age... they are eating their words through a straw in a Belfast hospital as we speak.

Erik says this with arrogance dripping from his tongue. No matter how much a person tries to change, some things will always stay the same. A strange smile appears on her face, as she listens to him speak. She could feel the pride, and arrogance moving over him.

Necra: Indeed. From the time we met I knew you were a warrior in your own way. When we reach the end of this I will have what I want, and that is Delia's head on a platter and her title around my waist, while you walk away with whatever it is that you want. If things turned out differently you would be running this place, and what a place it would be.

Erik's smile starts to fade slightly, though his sense of pride still shines through. He tries not to take pride in the fact that he agrees completely with Necra, being that he's a changed man. He takes in a deep breath before clearing his throat, and fumbling needlessly through a couple random pieces of paper.

Erik: Well, we certainly wouldn't have a bunch of Paris Hilton's and Lindsay Lohan's running around as our Bombshell Champions, that's for certain... But, I digress... Do you remember what I told you... all of you... during our battle cry at Hostile Takeover?

Erik looks up at Necra for the first time since she had stroked his ego. He taps the small stack of papers against the desk as Necra tilts her head to the side, waiting for him to remind her. Erik is only too eager to oblige her.

Erik: I told all of you that I had faith in our mission. I said that I believed in ever single one of you. I did what any great Five Star General would have done. I commanded you while gently stroking your egos. But, I was full of shit.

Erik narrows his eyes slightly as Necra looks a bit caught off guard by this. Before she can respond, Erik unclasps his hands and looks directly into hers.

Erik: I had faith in five of you. The same five who stood by my side after I abandoned our mission. Giani Di Luca, along with my 4 picks for the Bombshell All-In Cage Match.

Erik finally lets a smirk come through, easing Necra slightly. Her eyes flash to blue and then go back to their usual dark color, before she turns heading for the door.

Necra: I know, and our time will come when they will see who truly is meant to hold the gold in the SCW. I will make sure everything goes the way we want it, and if that means taking a few of them with me, then so be it. Now I will take my leave, I know that you're busy.

Erik: Yes, of course. Perhaps we should meet for lunch or something to discuss our next strategy. That is, if Goddesses even do lunch?

Erik smirks again, this time much more playfully as he taps his fingers on the desk, awaiting a response. Necra turns slightly and smiles.

Necra: Of course. But it would be better if we met on my island. A man such as yourself would be treated as the God that you are.

With that Necra turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. She moves on silent feet, and heads down the hallway as the scene fades to black.




Justin Decent holds the ring ropes open and allows referee Holly Wood to set foot inside of the ring for this, the main event. Holly pops her gum and heads for the far corner, pausing just long enough to slide her hand along Decent's backside and squeeze a handful before taking her spot, playing with her hair.

Simone: Is there really any excuse for our officials to be behaving like school children?

Adams: Well it does look like Justin's been working out...

Belinda turns and stares at Jason who clears his throat.

Adams: So! Er, how about those local sports teams?

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is the Main Event of Climax Control!

The arena lights dim when the music of Hanz Zimmer's "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: From the far reaches of the Encephalon, weighing in at 244 pounds, he is the inhuman monstrum! THIS! IS! MATH-E-SON!

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

Simone: This man is severely, severely ... disturbed! I'm not just talking about what he did last week in that Barbed Wire Streetfight against Gavin Stephens, but the constant threats he's been making against Angel ever since this match was announced!

Adams: Odd how we show more concern for Angel the teddy bear than the man, Gavin Stephens.

Justin: His tag team partner is accompanied to the ring by Vanessa! From Dallas, Texas, weighing 220 pounds, he is the 'Mental Rapist' ... SEAN Jackson!

Voice Over: "Glasgow, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights in the stadium shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the stadium. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

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

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

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into boos as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson. Jackson is motionless while Pamela moves to his side and plants a kiss on his cheek. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Pamela finishes the kiss and turns towards the camera.

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

His face remains stoic as Vanessa and Marshall Owens step into view, taking up positions behind them. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Pamela is still wearing the short black dress while Vanessa has on a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson has on a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is the only one in a suit with tie.

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Pamela and Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, their opponents are accompanied to the ring by Angel and Synn! At a total combined weight of 402 pounds, the team of the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion Gabriel, and Despayre -- SINFUL OBSESSION!!!

"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
So come on!"

"Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
So come on!"

"They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and without warning, Drexel and Sean Jackson attack before they can fully enter the six-sided ring! Synn is forced to drop down to the floor as Holly shouts for the bell to ring!

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Ding!
Ding!

Drexel Matheson is on the attack against Despayre, while Sean Jackson goes to town on Gabriel! All the while Holly is trying fruitlessly to restore order that was never there to begin with!

On one side of the ring, Drexel has Despayre pinned against the ropes with both hands wrapped tightly around his throat, choking the life out of the smaller man! Drexel lets go of the choke, only to start laying in the heavy handed blows that knock Despayre down to the mat on his backside and Drexel presses a boot against his throat, choking him once again!

Across the ring, Gabriel fires back with several shots against Sean Jackson but the former World Champion cuts Gabriel's offense short with a rake of the eyes! Sean then pulls the reigning champion back into the corner and starts driving his shoulder into his midsection over and over until he feels Gabriel has been worn down!

Drexel casts a glance back to Jackson who gives him a signal and Matheson nods. Drexel drags Despayre up to the neutral corner on the far side of the ring and he and Sean send Gabriel and Despayre into one another with a pair of Irish whips. Gabriel and Despayre block the blow in the center of the ring and Drexel and Sean charge for a clothesline from behind by each man -- but Despayre and Gabriel duck out of the way and Jackson and Matheson clothesline each other!

Simone: And that right there is a display of the tag team experience on the part of Gabriel and Despayre!

Sean rolls outside of the ring as Gabriel goes out after him, while Despayre goes to work on Drexel inside! Despayre grabs Drexel by the arm and pulls him to a standing position. he goes for an Irish whip but the bigger, stronger man reverses it and sends him into the ropes instead! Drexel swings wildly but Despayre somersaults out of the way, and as Matheson turns around to confront him, Despayre pounces on him with a Thesz press and begins clubbing him in the head and body with ape-like overhand blows from both hands!

Adams: And THIS is what happens when you make threats against Angel!

Outside of the ring, Sean Jackson and Gabriel are engaging in a pier-six brawl on the ringside floor, exchanging lefts and rights as the crowd cheers them on in a mad fury! Neither man is popular with the crowd but the fans want action and these two men are providing it in spades! Champion and former champion grab one another in side headlocks and fall to the floor in a tangled heap while Holly tries in vain to separate them!

Simone: Forget about what's happening on the outside and stick with the action INSIDE of the ring!

Adams: Maybe Jasmine jumped the gun by assigning Holly the main event?

Inside of the ring, Drexel throws Despayre off of him and before the wily little guy can go to town, Matheson buries a knee hard into his midsection, dropping hi to his knees. Drexel then starts hammering away at the back of his head and neck, working him over and wearing Despayre down. Drexel then forces his head between the ropes and chokes him on the middle rope while reaching over and gouges his eyes with his free hand! Drexel rolls him over to his back against the ropes and Despayre reaches up and grabs him by the hair and pulls him closer and bites Drexel on the face!

Adams: Despayre has never been one to shy away from fighting for survival inside of the ring!

Gabriel hammers away at Sean's back but Jackson knocks him back against the barricade! Sean grabs two handfuls of Gabriel's head and bashes his forehead into the guard rail that separates the fans from the action. Sean goes to send Gabriel into the ring steps but Gabriel reverses the attempt and sends Jackson crashing into the steps, knocking them over! Holly finally jumps from the ring and orders Gabriel away and the World Champion turns away and heads back for his corner as a pissed off Sean Jackson returns to his feet to do the same!

Simone: Finally! It would appear some order has been restored!

Adams: At least on the outside.

Despayre and Drexel are tangled in the ropes, Drexel throwing shots at the smaller grappler as Despayre continues to chomp down on Matheson's face! Drexel finally lands a shot to the Adam's apple, forcing Despayre to gag and choke, releasing him from the bite! Drexel then sends him into the far corner and charges in, but Despayre leapfrogs up and over, landing on his feet behind him. Drexel then lashes out with a big boot to the sternum, knocking Despayre to his back, but Despayre kips up and hits Matheson with a standing dropkick, knocking him down and the back of his head strikes the turnbuckles!

Simone: That was a pretty slick move by Despayre.

Adams: He's always pulling something new out of his hat.

Despayre backs up and gets a running start then leaps and cannonballs right into Drexel's upper body! Despayre drags him from out of the corner by the boot and covers him!

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Despayre pulls him up and sends Drexel hard into the corner with all of his strength. Drexel staggers out and Despayre springs off of the ropes and attempts a bulldog, but Matheson counters by bringing Despayre crashing down with a belly to back suplex!

Simone: That's where the size comes into play.

Drexel drags Despayre over by the arm and tags Sean Jackson into the match legally. Holly orders Drexel from the ring as Sean kicks Despayre in the stomach, doubling him over. Following up with a chop across the chest, Sean snapmares Despayre over and wraps an arm beneath the chin in a rear chinlock, but Despayre quickly counters by turning it into a hammerlock, pinning Jackson down face-first. Despayre cranks the hold on, forcing Jackson's arm up almost far enough to make him touch the back of his head as Sean yells in pain and pounds the mat in frustration! Jackson struggles, looking for a counter, forcing his way back onto his knees. He then reaches up with his free arm and snapmares Despayre over, however Despayre doesn't let go of the hammerlock and the momentum of the maneuver sends him into an arched position and Jackson's arm being jammed even harder in the hold, getting a scream of pain as a result!

Adams: Wow! Despayre's not usually one for technical wrestling! Who knew he'd know to retain a hold like that?

Simone: It's like a rabid animal, Jason. Once you have hold of the guy, you don't let go!

Despayre grabs his arm and twists it into an arm wringer, tagging Gabriel in. Despayre holds him steady as Gabriel comes off of the middle turnbuckle with a sledgehammer blow to the arm. Gabriel twists the arm into an armbar. Sean looks to escape and scoops his rival up and slams him down but Gabriel holds onto the hurt arm and rolls him over, retaining the armbar.

Simone: All four of these men displaying they're capable athletes inside of the ring.

Gabriel pulls him up in the armbar and Jackson slowly backs his opponent into the ropes and successfully breaks free, driving a knee hard into his mid-section twice. Sean then goes for an Irish whip but Gabriel reverses it and runs him right into the ropes in a rear waistlock and rolls him backwards into a rollup.

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Jackson reverses it, rolling backwards and rolling Gabriel up in the same pinning combination.

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Gabriel kicks out.

Jackson swings for a lariat but Gabriel ducks under and pulls him into a backslide.

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Jackson gets a shoulder up!

Both get up and Gabriel pulls him into an inside cradle!

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Sean kicks out!

Simone: I haven't seen so many pinfall attempts so soon! These guys aren't in there to primp and pose!

Adams: They are going for the win!

Gabriel Irish whips Sean into the ropes and he comes off and ends up on the receiving end of a high back drop! Sean holds his back in pain, returning to his feet, and as he turns around, Gabriel springboards off the turnbuckles with a plancha and another cover as Vanessa screeches from the outside!

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Gabriel whips Jackson into the ropes and jumps for a dropkick but Sean holds onto the ropes and Gabriel lands hard on his tailbone!

Simone: That there just may be the critical mistake in this match.

Sean grabs Gabriel and tags Drexel in. Drexel Irish whips Gabriel in and scoops him up in position for a sidewalk slam and Sean comes off the middle rope with a legdrop across the throat, bringing the World Champion down! Jackson ducks out as Drexel makes the cover.

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Gabriel kicks out.

Drexel pulls Gabriel up and lands a drop suplex, rolling right over into an immediate cover!

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Gabriel gets a shoulder up.

Drexel sends Gabriel into the corner and gets a running start, charging in for an avalanche splash but Gabriel dodges the train, somersaulting out of the way and Matheson knocks the wind out of himself! Gabriel quickly tags Despayre back in and goes right back after Matheson.

Adams: Gabriel and Despayre aren't showing much ring rust together, are they?

Simone: No indeed. Some things just are not lost as easily as others.

As Despayre climbs to the top corner, Gabriel body slams Drexel down. Despayre then jumps for a frog splash but Drexel rolls out of the way and Despayre crashes hard!

Simone: Ohhh! Talk about a timing mistake!

Holly's attentions are with Gabriel as she forces him back to his corner, a worried expression on the champion's face! Gabriel protests vehemently as Drexel drags Despayre up and throws him out through the ropes and to the outside! Immediately Sean Jackson drops to the floor and grabs Despayre, hurling him hard into the ring steps!

Simone: Jackson is showing some major tenacity!

Adams: He wants to win this thing and at the expense of the champion!

Gabriel is trying to protest Jackson's actions but Holly heads him off and forces him back to his corner, not seeing Jackson throw Despayre back inside of the ring. Drexel pulls him up and takes him over with a snap suplex. Drexel sends him into the far corner and follows in, jumping and crushing him with a successful avalanche! Before Despayre can fall, Drexel grabs him around the waist and brings him out the hard way with a side belly to belly suplex! Drexel remains atop of him and hooks the near leg in a cradle.

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Despayre gets a shoulder up!

Simone: These four men are giving it all they have in this one!

Drexel tags Sean in. Drexel holds Despayre upright as Jackson comes off the top rope with a missile dropkick! Despayre tumbles backward, head over heels, and Sean makes the cover!

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Despayre gets a shoulder up!

Despayre rolls onto his stomach to attempt an escape route but is caught in the perfect position for Sean to trap him in a modified camel clutch, cupping his hands under his chin and pulling back. Sean realizes Despayre is not giving the match up and brings him up to his feet. Sean interlocks his hands around Despayre's neck and under his arm in a Tazmission and throws him over in a Tazplex! Jackson covers Despayre again and hooks the leg!

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Gabriel comes in and breaks it up!

Simone: Gabriel just saved this one for his team.

Holly scolds Gabriel on the apron for his interference as Jackson tags Drexel back in. Drexel Irish whips him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound, scooping him up around the waist and dropping him throat-first across the top rope! Synn and Gabriel are clapping and stomping, rallying behind him as Drexel stomps away at every point of Despayre's small frame and tags Sean back in. Sean grabs hold of Despayre and runs him shoulder-first into the corner through the turnbuckles.

Simone: He could have separated Despayre's shoulder by doing that!

Adams: That may have been the point!

Sean drags the limp form back and brings him down with a crashing belly to back suplex! Sean leans back over him with a lazy cover and counts along with Holly...

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Despayre quickly rolls Jackson backwards into a crucifix!

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Jackson kicks out!

Before Despayre can follow up, Sean clotheslines him back down to the mat! Sean drags him up and sends him into the corner and rushes in, but at the last moment Despayre ducks down and lifts Jackson up, dropping him crotch first on the top rope!

Adams: OHHHHHH SH-OOT!

Simone: I hope Vanessa didn't have any plans for later in the evening!

Despayre grabs the top rope and starts shaking it, bouncing Sean up and down until he tumbles off and hits the canvas! Despayre jumps and tags Gabriel!

Simone: And the champion is back in this one!

Gabriel bolts into the ring and clotheslines Jackson down, then does the same to Drexel as he attempts to interfere! Gabriel Irish whips Sean into the ropes and jumps, connecting with a perfect Hurricanrana and grabs the legs on the way through!

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3-No! Jackson gets free!

Gabriel brings him up and fires off three forearm shots to the head, then goes for a whip but Sean reverses it but Gabriel comes off with a Flapjack into a dropkick! Gabriel grabs his championship rival and drags him up but Jackson swings a fist and connects! Gabriel returns the shot but Jackson delivers a European uppercut to Gabriel's chin and tags Drexel back in. Drexel Matheson wastes no time at jumping into the ropes and crashing into Gabriel with a slingshot cross body!

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Gabriel kicks out!

Drexel side Russian legsweeps Gabriel and starts to go up top! Drexel jumps at Gabriel but Gabriel catches him in mid-air with an X-Factor!

Adams: What a move!

Simone: That is why he's the champion of the world!

Gabriel goes for the cover!

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Sean is in and he breaks it up!

Simone: That should have been it! This match should be over!

Despayre jumps in to protest and rushes Sean, but Holly heads him off, forcing Gabriel's partner out of the ring! Behind Holly's back, Gabriel jumps up to the top rope and sizes Drexel up -- only to have Sean shove Gabriel from off of his perch and the champion crashes hard into the mat! Drexel gets to his feet and drags Gabriel up for a Chickenwing Facebuster!

Adams: He hit the Enlightenment!

Despayre climbs in to stop this, but Sean does the same and crashes into Despayre, taking him to the mat as Matheson makes the cover!

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The bell rings as the crowd falls silent in shock!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: I don't believe it! I CAN'T believe it! Drexel Matheson just pinned the Heavyweight Champion of the World!

Adams: Forget that! Champions get beat all the time! The REAL story here is that Sean Jackson and Drexel Matheson just ENDED the five year unbeaten streak of Sinful Obsession!

The crowd continues to remain silent until the announcement is made official...

Justin: Here are your winners ... DREXEL Matheson and "THE MENTAL RAPIST" SEAN Jackson!

And the arena is filled to capacity with boos and jeers as Sean Jackson and Drexel Matheson celebrate while a shocked Despayre and Synn help Gabriel from the ring!




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Dustin, The Lord MK, Court, Simon Jones, Matheson, The Mean Girls, Necra, JT, Amanda, Blaque Hart, Jenny, Fizz. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you guys who keep us going!