The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Rudi-Sedlmayer-Halle in Munich, Germany. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites. The energy is at an obvious fever pitch when Justin Decent, standing inside of the ring alongside famed German singer, Nena.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the famed Rudi-Sedlmayer-Halle in Munich, Germany! And welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
The fans in attendance cheer!
Justin: Now to sing the German National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Nena!
The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed German recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to her and as the music begins to play, Nena opens the show...
Nena: Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles,
Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Uber alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Bruderlich zusammenhalt.
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsch bis an den Belt,
Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles,
Uber alles in der Welt! :|
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang
Sollen in der Welt behalten
Ihren alten schonen Klang,
Uns zu edler Tat begeistern
Unser ganzes Leben lang.
|: Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang! :|
Fur das deutsche Vaterland!
Danach lasst uns alle streben
Bruderlich mit Herz und Hand!
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Sind des Gluckes Unterpfand;
|: Bluh' im Glanze dieses Gluckes,
, deutsches Vaterland! :|
The song ends and the crowd cheers! Nena smiles and takes a bow before she passes the house mic back to the hands of Justin Decent and is assisted from the ring as the show is set to begin!
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control live from the historic city of Munich in Germany, I'm Belinda Simone...
Adams: And I really love the giant beers here, not that I drink beer but you take one of those big glasses, fill it half way with ice cream and cover it in Dr Pepper, you're on to a winner... but you can call me Jason Adams.
Simone: We have six matches to entertain you with tonight.
Adams: Ooooohhhh, one match not happening, equals shorter intro, equals happy days.... wait, me saying that probably made the intro it's usual size, damn it Jason, just be quiet!
Simone: Anyway, six and we start with an in ring debut. We've seen her in recent weeks but tonight, Desiree Parker will be in action against Crystal Hilton!
Adams: Desiree comes from ASW where she was getting great reviews, but Crystal has made it very clear she's ready to step up in SCW. Tonight could be a big night for either should they win.
Simone: Second up, we have two men who failed in their bids to become champions at Blaze Of Glory IV in Kris Halc and Drexel Matheson.
Adams: Both men came very close but neither could make it. Both will want to put those matches behind them and return with a win, but when you throw in Roulette rules, anything can happen.
Simone: Dying Breed took home the SCW Tag Team Championships by defeating R.O.A.R at Blaze Of Glory IV. Well there's no rest for the wicked as the titles will be on the line in their first defense against The Surf Boys.
Adams: The Surf Boys pulled off a surprise win themselves at the supercard, but I don't think they've ever won two matches on the spin. If they do tonight, they will be taking up a huge prize, but Dying Breed will not give up those titles without a fight.
Simone: Twitter reigns supreme again to get the newly signed Keira Fisher in to the SCW ring as she takes on her second Mean Girl in two matches. This time in her path, Amanda Cortez.
Adams: Keira has signed a contract to stay with us for a while and seems to have her eyes on the tag titles, Amanda proves week in, week out to be one of the hardest working Bombshells on the roster. Tonight, Veronica Taylor will be in her corner, and in Keira's will be her wife Roxi Johnson! Gasoline, meet fire... fire, this is gasoline.
Simone: We could not have a show in Germany without booking the man himself, the hometown hero, Lord Raab. Raab instantly expressed the urge to fight in front of his own fans, but his opponent couldn't have come tougher in the form of technical wrestling expert, Bo Dreamwolf.
Adams: We've got some of the world's best here tonight, but everywhere we've gone, everyone has wanted to see Lord Raab himself in person. The man has been swamped with fans since his feet touched home soil, but Bo Dreamwolf is a man with a huge future. Will the German crowd roar their hero to victory or will Bo spoil the party and put himself in line for a future title shot.
Simone: Main event time and they don't come more hate filled than this one. The Metal and Punk Connection have made it their mission to end The Mean Girls in SCW and Amy Marshall stuck a knife in the meteorically heart of this beast by defeating Delia Darling and taking away the SCW World Bombshell Championship. Tonight, Delia will be joined by Mercedes Vargas to take on the former Bombshell Tag Team champions.
Adams: Mercedes isn't coming in to this in the best of moods after losing her Bombshell Roulette championship to Natalie McKinley. Jessie Salco is coming off a big win against Twisted Sister. Will The Metal and Punk Connection keep their winning streak alive, or will The Mean Girls break their losing streak after a disappointing Blaze Of Glory IV
Simone: Plus Sean Jackson and Gabriel are in the house and expecting to speak about their main event at Blaze Of Glory IV, plus a whole host of superstars are waiting to entertain. Sadly, we've been told thatneither Bruce or Kimberly Evans are here tonight. We know that's gonna disappoint after the huge shocking announcement from Blaze of Glory IV, but they will be here next week.
Adams: Shocking wasn't the word. I'm still in shock. Anyway, no more waiting, Germany.... let's dance!
The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.
I can hear you breathing
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?
The bassy sounds of the drums begins to play as the cello then kicks in over the p.a and finally the guitar kicks in as green lights swirls around the entrance.
4x The boogie
The boogie
The boogie Man
The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical facemask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.
She then points down to her waist showing off her newly won Bombshell title, she then takes the belt from her waist and raises it up in the air, much to the crowds delight, as she then continues down the ramp, as Amy she slaps the fans hands at ringside. Amy then climbs into the ring, where she stands in the center with the belt held high, before moving to the corner, where takes the mic and removes her mask and moves to the center of the ring once more, as she places the belt on her shoulder.
Waiting for the crowd to die down, Amy raises the mic to her lips.
Amy: "Hallo Munchen" Hello Munich
Amy begins.
Amy: Wie jeder ist heute Abend? Jeder freut sich auf die Show heute Abend?" How is everyone tonight? Everyone looking forward to the show tonight?
The crowd cheers in their excitement, but also at Amy who speaks in rough Germany.
Amy: "Gut Gut" Good, good . Now do you notice something different about the Bombshell title? Yes it's sitting on my shoulder and not Delia's, which it does look pretty good on me. The main change is that the Bombshell championship has been restored to its former glory, so no more of this blinged up or Haute Couture bullshit that Delia decided to impart on it.
So its back and looks gorgeous as ever.
Now... as everyone saw at Blaze of Glory, Delia is no longer champion and it was all down to me, I found that not getting into silly little twitter battles and focusing on what was more important got me the win and the fact that I also exploited Delia's complacency.
Yes Delia... it's your fault that you lost the title.. don't blame me for doing my job.
And now that I have won the Bombshell championship, I am ready to take on any challenge that will be thrown at me, and there is going to be quite a few.
Misty, who won the Blast from the past tournament, Delia who would be looking for her rematch, Mercedes who would be also moving on from the Roulette division and perhaps many others.
And I am not afraid to face every single one of them.
So here I am... ready and waiting... and I won't be sitting back and pretend to feign injury or pregnancy. So bring on the first challenger."
Amy raises the belt above her head, as The boogie man by the hell freaks hits over the p.a once again, as Amy drops the mic and then climbs out of the ring and towards the ramp, holding the bombshell championship high above her head, she smiles all the way up the ramp to backstage.
Our cameras cut backstage after the match as we see a pair of black Valentino smooth calfskin over-the-knee boots, styled with wide goldtone rockstud ankle strap walking, each step echoing throughout the backstage area. Our cameras slowly begin to pan upwards, revealing a pair of black Victoria's Secret leggings with the word SECRET in a gold and silver touch around the waistband, followed by a casual white tank top, however the word REJECT is written across the back of the tank top. We recognize the style as the cameras then reveal the face of Desiree Parker,.
Desiree Parker:Crystal... Crystal... Crystal... you think you are going to beat Desiree Parker? This one is honestly the funniest thing I have heard all night. You clearly haven't paid attention to who I am or what I have done here in SCW in the short time I have been here.
Desiree turns her head and scoffs, shaking her head as she tilts her head, looking back at the camera with a smirk.
Desiree Parker: What did you do, look me up on Wikipedia? Maybe a little Google search? I mean, you called me the Anti-Vixen, I haven't been called that since Uncensored, that is some old news right there. Oh and you went with the typical insult, calling me an English bitch... well if we are going to throw around Nationality insults, then you're just an American cunt... probably be working at McDonald's and extremely obese in 10 to 15 years....
Desiree smiles, chuckling to herself for a few seconds before pausing, and looking back at the camera..
Desiree Parker: You talked about the win against you that I am about to have in a few minutes here, later on tonight... and you talked about it like it was something big, like you mattered... I mean, is it April fools already?
Desiree lets out a light chuckle to herself again as she smacks her right hand against her upper thigh, shaking her head..
Desiree Parker: Crystal, you're cute... in the dumb, idiotic, little kid type of cute... not in the Desiree Parker type of cute. And, well.. it's almost that time so... I hope you've prepared yourself for that ass kicking, because... I'm coming!!!
Desiree looks up at the cameras, smirking as she pushes her tongue against the inside of her cheek, opening her mouth a bit.
Desiree Parker: Oh, and I don't mean the good kind of coming(cumming)... I mean it in the way that you're about to get your Face Rocked... bitch.
Desiree begins to skip away as we hear her lightly saying "here comes the bad girl" under her breath while our cameras follow her skipping away for a few seconds, and then we cut out.
The SCW arena lights dim, white flashes are seen throughout the arena. The crowd stands to their feet anticipating the entrance. Make War, Not Love - Capture The Crown bursts out of the arena speakers and quickly coming out from the back is Desiree Parker, a bitchy smirk on her face, her white t-shirt with the word "Bad Girl" across the chest covers her upper wrestling attire. She begins to walk down the entrance ramp, looking to the left and then looking to the right, she stops about halfway down the entrance ramp as she pulls her shirt up over her head, holding it in her right hand.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from London, England... Desiree Parker!
Desiree continues to walk, approaching the ring and hopping up onto the apron. She turns around, staring back towards the ramp, she looks at her shirt, tossing it to the ground as she leans back against the ropes, letting out a scream. She has a crazy/confident look on her face as she nods her head, before entering the ring through the bottom rope. She walks to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing to the middle turnbuckle, and placing her fists together above her head. She holds this pose for a few seconds before hopping down to the canvas as her music fades.
Justin: And her opponent...
All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the PA system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one. The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit.
Simone: This is going to be quite the match Jason, both women are known for their abilities
Adams: And they look damn fine in their very little bitty ring gear.
Simone: Really? Clean up at commentary...Jason is drooling again.
The bell rings as Crystal and Desiree circle, Desiree mocking Crystal who charges towards her taunter and drives her towards the corner. Once there, she brings a knee into the midsection of Desiree multiple times as the referee fights to get her to give Desiree room to get out of the corner. Crystal manages to slam a hard right into the face of her opponent before angrily moving back as Desiree wipes at her lips then tries to convince the referee that she is bleeding and that Crystal should be disqualified. Jacob Summers shakes his head and motions for the pair to continue. Crystal takes advantage of a distracted Desiree to grab a handful of hair and toss her across the ring.
Adams: Oh look, Crystal has mussed Desiree's hair. That isn't going to sit well with Ms Parker.
Simone: I don't think that Desiree is smart if she takes her eyes off of Crystal.
Desiree and Crystal lock up again and Crystal twists Ms Parker into a headlock. Desiree sends Crystal into the ropes with a hard shove then catches her off the rebound with a side slam that brings her to the mat. Crystal rolls to the side as Desiree tries to cover her. Getting to their feet, Desiree is quicker and wrapping her arms around Ms Hilton, uses a belly to belly suplex that sends Crystal rolling out of the ring and to the floor. Moving to the opposite side of the ring, Desiree bounces off the ropes and flies through the middle ropes with a diving spear to the slowly rising Crystal. Both women lay on the floor catching their breath as Summers begins his ten count in the ring.
Adams: No one wants to see this end with a count out
Getting to her feet, Desiree rolls into the ring and then rolls back out once again as she breaks the count. Grabbing Crystal by the hair, she pulls her to her feet and slaps her violently before whipping her into the apron of the ring. Taunting the fans, Desiree rolls back into the ring and struts as Crystal pulls herself to her feet. With Desiree's back to her, Crystal rushes up onto the apron then climbs the corner. Desiree turns around to be caught by Crystal with a top rope huricanrana. Crystal rolls to pin Desiree.
Simone: Pin attempt by Crystal
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2...
Adams: Desiree kicks out! This catfight is going to continue!
Desiree kicks out at two and pushes Crystal away with a foot planted in her midsection. Getting to her feet, Ms Parker sways slightly as Crystal also gets to her feet. Before Ms Hilton can grab her, Desiree hits a desperation dropkick. Rolling to her knees, Desiree gets to her feet and bouncing off the ropes, uses her Supreme Wizard kick to send Crystal to the mat once again.
Simone: This could be it...Desiree could hit what she calls her Face Rock move.
Adams: Do you actually think that Crystal will be able to avoid it?
Bouncing off the ropes once more, Desiree hits the Face Rock that drives Crystal's face into the mat. Rolling the woman over, Desiree smirks as she grabs the legs of Crystal to arch over and pin the woman to the mat.
1..
2...
Simone: Crystal is starting to move again but it is too little too late...
3...
Justin: Your winner...Desiree Parker!
A video is shown on the screen as there's a dark sky appearing above the moon that's shining as the camera focus goes away, they focused on a masked man sitting on the arena roof which you'd know him as Lord Raab. He has Henry and Samuel in the background as he begins to speak.
Lord Raab: "Hallo meine deutschen Fans Here we are in my beloved home country in Germany, being the number one contender for Alex Kaelin's Roulette title and being here tonight. I don't usually come here this early because I usually arrive a few minutes before my matches start, but tonight is different as I was the first guy to arrive in the arena because I wanted to take my time to visit all my German fans and having fun with them."
Of course it wasn't really like Raab to speak this nice, but it's different when it comes to his country as it's special for him, but still has the tenancy to continue to hurt people and speaks on that.
Lord Raab: "Just because I may sound different, it doesn't mean I have ever intention of hurting and destroying Bo Dreamwolf tonight because that will forever be my goal in this business and beating the living shit out of him, regardless of where I go. I always want to bust my opponents wide open and letting every ounce of anger out, especially proving to Alex, Andrew and Desiree that I can get business done without two of them being around and I can do it in style."
Raab breaths heavily, closing his eyes of being proud of wrestling in Germany tonight as he closes his eyes and speaks again.
Lord Raab: "Like I did at Blaze For Glory Supershow on winning against four guys, I'm simply going to do it again by dominating and destroying the hell out of Dreamwolf, making him regret ever facing me in the ring again. He'll get booed throughout the arena because you'll be seeing a brutal beating and finish him off for good HAHAHAHA. You fans are gonna get a special surprise from me tonight as I'll be coming out to the ring with a different theme song and something very special you will cheer from the roof when you see this special item when I come to the ring which I'm sure you'll fans will love."
Raab pauses for a minute to breath a little bit before speaking again.
Lord Raab: "Heute Abend in Munchen, Deutschland, Bo Wolfdream. Lassen Sie sich von der Masken deutsche Monster Raabinated werden."
The camera zooms out Raab laughs evilly before the cameras go back in the arena.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews is seen standing in the backstage area with a woman wearing a business suit and his sort of best friend right beside him. The woman is trying to discuss something with him instead he is busy just staring at the poster of the current match card. He is studying it up and down when Ms. Rocky Mountains walks up behind him. She watches him very closely. She studies his hand gestures as he begins to talk to himself.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Out of all the people in this company, why would they give some of these people my spotlight. Doesn't everyone know that Mr. TNA deserves to be on the show. I guess since I can't get a decent match then I will have to create one out of thin air.
Travis shakes his head while completely ignoring Rocky standing right behind him. He turns to leave for his rundown dressing room when he bumps into her.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Do you mind lady? I'm walking here.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Mister Travis.....
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Excuse me, I have better places to be then standing in this rat infested hallway. Now what do you want?
Ms Rocky Mountains: Are you Mister Travis?
Travis Nathaniel starts to get really aggravated and extremely annoyed by the dumb blonde act Rocky is playing right now.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Do you have an appointment to speak to me?
Ms Rocky Mountains: Mister Travis, I was sent here by some very important people to let you know about later tonight.
Travis looks at the woman standing next to him.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Shawna handles every "important" message. If she thinks it has any muster whatsoever then I will make the final judgment. Now if you don't mind, I am going to find something worth my time.
Travis chuckles underneath his breath as Shawna Jennings has a bluetooth ear piece in one ear and a clipboard in her hand. She looks at Rocky Mountains with the same look on her face just like her boss.
Shawna Jennings: As Mr. TNA said, we don't have a lot of time. Now if your news is really noteworthy then I will jot it right down here on my trusty clipboard. Just remember Mr. TNA is a highly sought after man, after all several independent film producers are looking to give him multiple headlining roles. Now speak.
Rocky gulps a bit before speaking again.
Ms Rocky Mountains: The powers that be wants Mr. TNA to announce the Roulette stipulation for later tonight.
Shawna Jennings rights that down.
Shawna Jennings: Is that all?
Right before Rocky could continue, Shawna's phone rings as she presses her bluetooth ear-piece to answer it.
Shawna Jennings: Go for Shawna
She walks out of the shot as Rocky is left highly confused.
Following the previous segment we cut back to the ringside area where we see Belinda and Jason getting ready to call the next match, unbeknownst to them however a fan directly behind them has put his feet up on the barrier after removing his shoes.
Simone: We have a have a great night of action tonight and in a few moments we will kick it off with the Bombshells in OH GOD WHAT'S THAT SMELL?!
Adams: Not to quote a dying man or anything but I CAN'T BREATHE!
The camera zooms in on the "fan" who is revealed to be Steve Ramone who is currently fanning himself with his tickets.
Simone: Ugh, I can't believe I'm saying this but I can't wait for Steve's suspension to be lifted.
Adams: How'd he get tickets directly behind us anyway? And what's that slogan on his t-shirt?
The cameraman zooms in on Steve's shirt which has been custom made and has the following slogan on it: "Everyone's banged Kimmie Evans".
Simone: Oh good grief, is he out to piss off the entire roster?
Adams: Why don't you ask him? He's right behind us!
Simone: I'M NOT TURNING MY NOSE TOWARDS THAT SMELL!
Steve, apparently hearing them removes his feet from the barrier and bends over grabbing one of the spare mics that are kept behind the announcer's desk.
Steve: You can't keep me suspended forever Chris! Listen to these fans, they want me back in that ring!
The fans around him cheer as security closes in.
Steve: You think you can silence me with rent-a-cops? That didn't work at the last Climax Control and it won't wo.....
Steve's mic is cut off before he can finish his sentence and the security guards back off when he puts down the mic.
Simone: At this point I want to start an online petition to reinstate him.
Adams: Is he signing an autograph for that fan?!
Steve is indeed signing an autograph for a fan who is wearing a Mean Girls t-shirt.
Simone: I guess he likes the bad guys.....or girls.....
Adams: Let's just take it to the ring.
The following contest is a Roulette Rules match and it will be for one fall, introducing first.....
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: Whatever the roulette wheel lands on, I bet Drexel will make great use of it.
Adams: This guy is not right in the head.
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that competing with the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.
Justin: and his opponent, from Los Angeles, weighing in tonight at around 217 pounds....please welcome Kris Halc.
As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black shorts and a black, form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring, making his way across to his corner where he waits the match to begin.
Simone: This should be an interesting match. Both men have lots to prove here tonight.
Adams: Yes they do. Drexel had a chance to walk away from Blaze of Glory as the Heavyweight Champion but let it slip through his fingers.
Drexel gets to his feet as Kris steps out from his corner. Both men get nose to nose as Jasmine St. John tries to get in between both men.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Hey, hey
Both men step back as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is on the giant screen in the back with Rocky Mountains. He is standing next to the roulette wheel while wearing his signature leather jacket.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Before you boring jackals give this miserable audience a reason to go find a peace pipe, maybe you should know exactly what kind of match you will be competing in right now.
Kris Halc looks at Travis with a smirk as Drexel doesn't seemed all that amused. Rocky is about to spin the wheel when Travis stops her.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: What in the hell do you think you are doing?
Ms Rocky Mountains: I...was..going..to..spin..the...wheel
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: The keyword in that sentence is was because this my spotlight. No one steals my spotlight no matter what Mr. TNA is doing. I will spin the wheel for those insects.
Travis grabs one peg on the wheel and gives it a good spin. The wheel goes round and round as Travis shows his utter disappointment with the upcoming match. The wheel finally stops as Travis doesn't seemed to be all that shocked.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: How fitting? You jackals will be fighting in a Falls Count Anywhere match. Now, do all of us a favor and bash each other's skull in. That way no one has to sit through another boring Kris Halc or Drexel Matheson match. If you don't like that well...then DEAL WITH IT.
Kris is still smirking towards Travis as Drexel cheap shots him with a strong right hand. The bell quickly signals as Kris grabs at his cheek.
Drexel continues to come at Kris with rights and lefts. Drexel shoots Kris off the ropes and connects with a hard running knee that sends Kris through the ropes. Kris' shoulder bounces off the ring apron as his back lands hard with a thud.
Simone: I wonder if Mr. TNA has a beef with one these men.
Adams: Don't you get it. Mr. TNA hates anyone stealing his spotlight. Even if he isn't the center of attention, he places himself in the spotlight.
Simone: Drexel wasted no time with Kris being a little distracted.
Adams: A Falls Count Anywhere match falls right into Drexel's field house. This is probably like hockey practice for him.
A sick smile comes across Drexel as he steps through the ropes. He stands on the ring apron, lifts one hand up in the air and looks at the rocking German crowd. Drexel does this for a few minutes while giving Kris enough time to gain his composure. Drexel drops his arm right as Kris grabs a hold of his ankle and pulls his leg out from underneath him. Drexel falls backward as the back of his head smack against the ring apron. Kris doesn't go for the cover right away as he picks Drexel's head up and pulls him away from the ring. Drexel catches Kris in the rib cage with a quick right as they get close to the rampway. Kris let's go as Drexel hooks him in a front facelock. Drexel goes to lift Kris up but gets it blocked. Drexel tries it again but the same thing happens. Drexel tries to suplex Kris for a third but Kris counters it with a northern lights suplex. The bridging aspect of the move causes Drexel's shoulders to stay against the ramp. Jasmine quickly gets into position.
1....
Drexel immediately shoots a shoulder up as both men get back up to a vertical base.
Adams: Drexel is giving Kris a fight in the early going
Simone: Yeah, I bet once Kris gets rolling. Drexel won't be a factor.
Drexel goes for a right hand but Kris blocks it. Drexel goes for a left however Kris ducks that as well. While Kris is bent over, he strikes with a quick jab to Drexel's midsection. Kris strikes again with a quick jab before moving up with a vicious right hook that knocks him back. Drexel stumble backwards as Kris connects with a spinning roundhouse kick. Drexel still stands on his feet until Kris leaps into the air only to connect with a standing dropkick. Drexel lands hard again on the back of his head as Kris rolls toward him before jumping into the air and landing with a leg drop across Drexel's throat. Kris goes for another cover as Jasmine tries to keep. She drops into position.
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2.....
Drexel just barely gets a shoulder up as Kris grabs him by the head. He repeatedly strikes with vicious headbutts. Kris hits at least 5 headbutts before going for another pin attempt.
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2......
Drexel manages to roll over which causes Kris to get a little frustrated. Kris gets back up to his feet and looks down at Drexel. He looks up and starts walking back toward the ring. Drexel slowly gets back up to his feet as Kris is getting closer to the ring. Drexel shakes his head before running down the ramp. Just when Kris is about to reach the ringside area, Drexel catches him from behind with a hard forearm shot. The shot sends Kris chest first into the ring apron. He falls to the ground as Drexel lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a kendo stick. Kris struggles up to his feet as Drexel grabs by the head. He drags him around the ring before placing the stick around Kris' throat. He looks behind him, before snapping off a Russian legsweep into the barricade. Kris's back bows out as he crumbles to the ground.
Adams: That was a vicious move
Simone: Drexel is really staying into this match.
Instead of going for the cover, Drexel places the kendo stick across Kris's throat and pushes down. Kris is trying to get his opponent off him but there is nothing Jasmine can do to stop it. Kris looks up too see a metal lunchbox sticking out from underneath the ring. Kris grabs it and smashes it across Drexel's head. The German crowd nearly comes unglued from that shot as Kris continues to clobber Drexel in the head with the lunchbox. Kris sets the lunchbox on the ring apron, opens it up and pulls out a Tervis cup full of expired milk. Kris tries to hold his breath as he waits for Drexel to get up to his feet. The moment he does, Kris strikes him over the head with the cup filled with expired milk.
The stench fills the ringside area as Kris drags Drexel away from there. Kris stops, digs underneath the ring again and pulls out several bottles of febreeze. Drexel is barely moving as Kris stands over him. He unscrews the febreeze bottles and pours the contents on Drexel. Drexel starts coming to as Kris is already halfway up the ramp. He jumps off the side of the ramp, sets up a table then places another table on top of the one.
Simone: What is Kris thinking about?
Adams: Who knows?
While Kris is setting up the tables, Drexel decides to run towards the back. Kris notices this and talks off through the curtain. Drexel looks behind up hoping Kris started following him. He turns back around to see a charging Kris coming towards him. Drexel tries to put on the breaks but Kris knocks him down with a clothesline. He picks Drexel back before chunking him back first into the brick wall. Both men start fighting near the backstage area as the other superstars and bombshells look on. Kris has finally gotten the upper hand as he sends Drexel rolling towards the arena door.
Simone: They are about to head out the door.
Adams: They are making this Falls Count Anywhere really legit tonight.
Kris comes charging toward Drexel but gets caught with a dropkick for his troubles. Drexel gets to a knee and smiles again. He picks up a glass window frame and slams it over the head of Kris. Drexel throws the window frame to the side as he lifts Kris's head up as blood starts to flow down his face. The sight of blood triggers something inside Drexel as he begins to land closed right hands right into the open wound. Kris tries to fight back but Drexel has the upper hand for the moment.
Drexel opens a door that leads into a small room filled with tables and chairs. Drexel grabs a steel folding chair and sets it up. After he does that, he goes to send Kris toward the door but counters it with a drop toe hold sending Kris head first into the steel chair. Kris's face bounces hard off it as Drexel kicks the chair out of the way. Drexel goes for a cover but Jasmine is outside of the room.
Drexel smacks the ground as he gets back up and walks over toward the door. Drexel is mumbling to himself as Kris groggily gets back up to his feet. Right as Drexel reaches the door handle, Kris comes up from behind him and dropkicks his head right into the small glass window. Drexel pulls his head out as blood starts gushing down his face. Kris lifts him up onto his shoulders while crossing Drexel's legs. He runs a little bit before dropping him head and back first onto the same chair Drexel used earlier.
Simone: This match has been so action packed. It didn't need much commentary for it.
Adams: I can't believe Kris allowed Drexel to get so much action on him.
Kris waits for a little as Jasmine finally gets into the room. Kris then leaps up onto one of the tables stacked on top of each other and connects with front flip diving leg drop.
Adams: Smack Shot! This one is over.
Kris goes for the cover as Jasmine slides into position.
1
2
3
The bell sounds inside the arena as Kris rolls onto his back while still lying on top of Drexel.
Justin: and here is your winner.....the "Ace of Clubs" Kris Halc.
Simone: What a match! I hope both men gets medical attention as soon as possible
Adams: I bet Travis Nathaniel Andrews is happy.
Simone: Why would he be happy?
Adams: These two put on quite a performance.
Simone: I don't think he cares. If he isn't involved in the match then he could care less.
Backstage, we cut to the Surf Boys waiting for their match. The two talk amongst themselves.
Narly: This is it Scooby Dooo-ude, our totes big chance to win gold.
Radical bops his head up and down with a grin on his face.
Radical: Sha dude! We like have this like awesome chance to go and add some gold to our body.
Narly: Real gold! Not the gold that made your hand turn green.
Radical: Sha! That was evil gold, I so thought I was turning in to Slimer from Ghostbusters.
Narly: That would not have been cool, Slimer is cool, but I think going through walls must so hurt.
Radical nods in agreement with Narly.
Radical: So dude, I have this like ummmm question.
Narly: Already told you dude, that itching can be stopped with a trip to the doctor. He gives you some cream and a little comb...
Radical: No dude! Not that problem... like another problem if we win the titles tonight.
Narly: What problem?
Radical: Well dude, I saw Dying Breeds promo and they so celebrated by singing at a karaoke place with lots of people watching... if we win, do we have to do that?
A quizzical look crosses Narly's face.
Narly: Maybe, it might be the tradition.
Radical: But they already like took the best song to celebrate like being champions, cause the song has the words we are the champions in it.
Narly: That is a good point, but I got a Narly idea.
Radical: You're Narly!
Narly: Sha! I am!
The two attempted to high five but hit each other in the head. Both men shake their heads and wince.
Radical: Uncool! But what's your idea?
Narly: We could sing the Macarena with the Macarena monkeys dancing to the Macarena as we sing the Macarena!
Radical: Best... idea.... ever!
Narly smiles proudly.
Narly: So let's get to the ring and do this for the monkeys, cause those Macarena monkeys rawk!
Radical nods and both men walk off camera
Our cameras cut to the big screen where we get a few seconds of static, and then we get a live stream from Las Vegas, Nevada where we see Andrew Watts sitting in a black leather computer chair, in his office room in his apartment back home in the United States. The Number One Contender has on a black REJECTS t-shirt and a pair of white Puma shorts. Watts stares forward at the cameras with a confident smirk as he begins to speak.
Andrew Watts:Germany... well, let me say for one, thank god I am not there... because, I literally can not stand you ugly, annoying German fans...
The arena instantly erupts into boos as Watts nods his head with a confident smirk, still looking forward at the cameras.
Andrew Watts: Well, we all saw what happened at Blaze of Glory, exactly what I PROMISED would happen on the episode of Climax Control, BEFORE the tournament even started. I claimed that whoever my partner would be, would be the luckiest person in the tournament... and I proved to be right, as I made my way all the way through the Blast from the Past tournament, along with Misty who did her thing a few times too... but the amnesia, didn't really help us.
Watts pauses for a second, taking a short breath as he runs his hand back through his dark brown hair, and continues.
Andrew Watts: So what now? The Blast from the Past tournament is over, I am not in Germany... thank god... and well, Gabriel retained the SCW Heavyweight Championship...
Watts pauses for a slight second, looking down, no longer focused on the cameras as he nods his head with a cocky smile..
Andrew Watts: Ah, Gabriel... Gabriel... Gabriel... you made the biggest mistake of your life by retaining that Championship of yours. Because as you already know exactly what happens to everyone who gets in the way of the Reject...
Watts looks up at the cameras, still smirking, his thumb against his chin as he looks forward towards the cameras.
Andrew Watts: With that said... SCW Universe, you can count on seeing me live next Sunday on Climax Control... and Gabriel, I'm coming for what's mine!
Watts continues to smirk, giving a quick wink at the camera as he nods his head with confidence and we hit static, the live feed from Las Vegas ending as the fans continue to boo what they just watched.
"Revenge, is a meal Best served cold..."
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 alone, she marches down to the ring looking like she means business whilst clapping hands with the fans at ringside.
Simone: Looks like we're being joined by Jessie.
Adams: But her match is the Main Event, we're barely five minutes removed from the third match of the night!
Jessie enters the ring and asks for Justin's microphone and he complies, once the music fades she puts the mic too her lips.
Jessie: Germany, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!?
Jessie points the mic to the crowd and they give her a sizeable pop in response.
Jessie: You know, I could go on and on about how awesome Germany's metal scene is but by the time I'm done it'll be time for my match for I'll cut to the chase.
Jessie adds before walking up to the ropes that are facing the ramp.
Jessie: At Blaze of Glory nearly every Bombshell Title changed hands and whilst I was one of a few who didn't leave Blaze of Glory with a title these past few weeks have given me a lot to think about, namely the prospect of going after singles gold again.
Simone: That's right, she mentioned that on Twitter and during her promo this week.
Adams: Does that mean she's made up her mind?
Jessie: I've already mentioned that I'm aiming for a title that I haven't held before which narrows it down to the top title and the Internet Championship and whilst being on top of the mountain does sound tempting.....I want to let Amy have her time at the top first.
Simone: That can only mean one thing.
Adams: She's going after Roxi!
Jessie: Roxi, I know your supporting Keira in her match against Amanda later so I'll make this quick, I'm challenging you to a title match at the next Supercard, what do you say?
Jessie asks as she waits for Roxi's answer, she doesn't have to wait long as"The Touch" by Stan Bush plays after a few moments, and Roxi calmly walks out to the cheering fans, the Internet title over her shoulder. She smiles and slaps a few fans five before walking up the steps and into the ring, microphone in hand.
Roxi: Hi Jessie! Hi Germany!
The fans cheer the champion.
Roxi: So, I'll be quite honest here, I wasn't expecting this tonight, I'm just here to support my wife, and watch her back. But, if I heard correctly, you want a match for the Internet championship Jessie? You know me, I'm always up for a challenge. I gladly accept your challenge, and I look forward to facing you at the next Supercard.
The fans cheer the match's announcement. Roxi extends a hand to Jessie.
Roxi: Good luck tonight, and good luck at the Supercard Jessie, you're on.
Jessie accepts the handshake offer and gives Roxi a firm handshake.
Jessie: I look forward to it!
Jessie lets go off the handshake and leaves the ring as her music plays over the speaker, Roxi soon follows as the crowd appreciates this announcement.
Simone: We don't even know the name of the next Supercard and we've already got a title match scheduled for it!
Adams: I'm pretty sure that's some kind of SCW record.
Simone: Two weeks ago at Blaze of Glory a SCW record was set for the most title changes in one night and whilst most of them where the Bombshell Titles at least one was the Tag Team Titles.
Adams: That's right Belinda, Dying Breed defeated the imposing ROAR to win the vacated Tag Team Titles and tonight they have their first defense against the Surf Boys.
Simone: That match is next, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Tag Team Titles!
The crowd cheers the announcement as Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.
Justin: Currently in the ring, the challengers, at a total combined weight of 365lbs, Narly and Radical, the Surf Boys!
Simone: Hard to believe that those two have been in the company since its early days and yet this is their first title opportunity.
Adams: I think they'll make the most of it but their opponents are no slouches either!
The opening rift to Five Finger Death Punch's "Wrecking Ball" start to blast through the speakers, as red and gold lights flash across the building, synchronized to the beat of the drums. The fans look confused as the lyrics kick in.
"Sliced up, shot down
Everybody bows down
Kill em all, let em fall
God'll sort em out
Ripped up, zip it up
Really never gave a fuck
Wrecking ball, fuck em all
Never had a doubt
I'm (never gonna be the one)
I'm (always gonna say what I feel)
I'm (always do what I do)
Sick of all the bullshit"
Casey Williams walks out first, followed by Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell, and the trio look out upon the crowd.
Justin: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Casey Williams, at a total combined weight of 427lbs they are the reigning and defending SCW Tag Team Champions, Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrel they are Dying Breed!
"Why should I
Always be the one to back away
Why should I
Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind
I'm a mother fucking wrecking
I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball"
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the booing crowd, the Surf Boys share a look before nodding and running to the opposite ropes.
Simone: Dying Breed might want to turn around right about.....
Dying Breed and Casey turn around only to be hit by stereo Suicide Dives from the Surf Boys that bring the fans (aside from Steve) to their feet and wipe out all three men.
Adams: Now.
Jacob calls for the bell inside the ring as he starts counting out both teams.
The Surf Boys get to their feet first and pick up Andrew before whipping him into the ring, after a quick game of Rock, Paper, Scissors it's decided that Radical will start things off for the Surf Boys as he slides into the ring and goes for the first cover of the match 1....2....and Garcia kicks out.
Simone: The first title defense for Dying Breed isn't off to a great start.
Adams: I'd love to comment on that but Steve's distracting me.
Simone: How? The smell's long gone.
Adams: By snoring.
Indeed Steve can be heard snoring behind the commentator's desk as the action continues in the ring, by now Radical and Ivan are up on their respective corners (with Casey in Dying Breed's corner off course) as Narly tries to bring Garcia to his feet, sensing an opportunity to turn things around Ivan tries to enter the ring and Jacob forces him back into his corner but behind Jacob's back Garcia hits a low blow on Narly.
Adams: That low blow was totally not narly dude!
Simone: How long have you waited to say that line?
Adams: Too long!
Andrew quickly rolls up Narly 1....2....and Narly kicks out just in time, Andrew doesn't waste any time in dragging Narly over to Dying Breed's corner where he tags in Ivan as the duo start stomping away at Narly in their corner.
Simone: Why isn't Jacob stopping them?
Adams: Does that answer your question?
The reason why Jacob isn't stopping the blatant double teaming by Dying Breed is simple, Radical is trying to enter the ring in an attempt to help his teammate but Jacob is preventing him whilst ignoring the worse violation of the rules going on across the ring from him, by the time he finally turns around Ivan had dragged Narly out of Dying Breed's corner and has gone for a cover 1....2....and Narly kicks out.
Simone: I swear, we should start making use of the instant replay in times like these.
Adams: Even if we did I bet the referees would still find a way to miss the cheating completely.
Rather than argue about an apparent slow count Ivan takes a different approach to his attack on Narly, namely by locking in a Sleeper Hold on Narly and keeping it locked in tight, Andrew and Casey seem confident that Ivan knows what he's doing whilst Radical tries to get the German fans (and a still snoozing Steve) to cheer on Narly as Jacob gets in position.
Simone: Narly's in a bad place, if his hand drops three times then this match is over.
Adams: Has that ever actually ended a match?
Jacob raises Narly's hand once and it falls, he does it again only for Narly's hand to fall again, on the third attempt however Narly gets a new spring of life as he forces his way back to his feet.
Adams: Told you!
Simone: Well at least you're better at predicting stuff than Steve.
Narly quickly drives two elbows into Ivan's midsection before hitting a release Northern Lights Suplex on Ivan! Narly gets to his feet and leaps in before making the tag prompting Radical to jump into the ring ready to go like a house on fire.....that's quickly put out as Jacob missed the tag due to preventing Casey from entering the ring.
Simone: I was wondering when he was going to butt in.
Adams: Kinda hard to miss the seven foot tall former wrestler turned manager entering the ring.
Dying Breed, off course, are all too happy to start double teaming Narly whilst Jacob is dealing with Radical across the ring from them, after a few minutes of stomping Andrew stops and points towards the ropes giving Ivan the idea, they pick up Narly before whipping him off the ropes and attempting to hit a double clothesline only for Narly to duck under it and hit them with a flying double elbow on the rebound.
Simone: This could be Narly's chance to tag in Radical.
Adams: As long as the big scary guy at ringside minds his own business!
Simone: You want to tell him to mind his own business?
Adams: No thank you, I actually like having all my teeth.
Casey starts pounding the apron at ringside trying to cheer on his students whilst Radical stretches his arm out for the tag as far as he can stretch it, Narly gets to his feet first before jumping and tagging in Radical and this time Jacob sees the tag.
Simone: And there's the tag.
Adams: Thanks captain obvious!
Ivan gets to his feet first only to get clotheslined out of the ring by Radical leaving Andrew, who was tagged in during Dying Breed's double team efforts, in the ring alone, Andrew gets to his feet on to get met with an arm drag and a hurricanruna by Radical! Casey tries to get up on the ring apron again but Radical sees him and dropkicks him off the apron sending the big man flying into the barricade.
Simone: Pretty sure the arena just moved thanks to that impact.
Adams: At least Casey can't interfere now.
Unfortunately for Radical he forgot about Andrew Garcia as he is back on his feet and drills Radical into the matt with a German Suplex! Andrew holds on for the cover 1....2.....and Radical kicks out, meanwhile on the outside of the ring Ivan has grabbed a steel chair and shouts instructions to Andrew.
Simone: This can't be good for Radical.
Adams: But it will be good for Dying Breed.
Andrew infuriates Narly by flipping the bird at him and Jacob springs into action preventing Narly from entering the ring, this gives Ivan the chance he needs to enter the ring whilst Andrew holds Radical in place as he goes to use the chair.....only for Radical to break free of Andrew's grip at the last moment causing Ivan to hit Andrew instead!
Simone: That mistake could've cost Dying Breed the match!
Adams: And Steve's finally awake!
Narly quickly comes in and quickly hits Ivan with the No Way! Jumping Tornado DDT, Ivan rolls out of the ring as the Surf Boys climb opposite turnbuckles and Andrew slowly gets to his feet.....
Simone: SURF'S UP!
Adams: Somebody wake up Ivan!
Radical goes for the cover on Andrew 1....2....3!
Justin: Here are your winners and NEEEEEEW SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS THE SURF BOYS!
Simone: The Surf Boys are your new Tag Team Champions!
Adams: Dying Breed won't be happy about this!
Ivan comes too as does Casey and they enter the ring to check on Ivan.....not realizing that their Blaze of Glory opponents are running towards the ring.
Simone: And tonight just got worse for Dying Breed.
Adams: A lot worse!
ROAR hit the ring and Jeremiah quickly Clotheslines Casey out of the ring whilst Dark Tiger sends Ivan out of the ring with a Military Press Slam, that leaves Andrew alone in the ring and ROAR waste no time in hitting him with the Beast Mode!
Simone: A clear statement by ROAR to Dying Breed.
Adams: And on top of that, new champs!
ROAR leaves the ring whilst Casey checks on his students.
When we return from commercial, "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 hits the PA system and there is a slight delay before Mercedes Vargas makes her way to the entrance ramp. A nameplate graphic appears on the screen to identify her to those watching at home.
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, representing the Mean Girls, please welcome...MERCEDES VARGAS!
As Mercedes makes her way the ring, the Argentine Mean Girl ignores the jeers directed at her, focusing her attention at the ring.
Simone: It's been that kind of week for the Mean Girls. Usually, they're out here with smiles on their faces. Tonight, not so much.
Adams: At Blaze of Glory IV, for the first time in months, the top singles titles in the Bombshells division are no longer on the shoulders of Delia and Mercedes. Natalie McKinley was victorious over the Argentine Assassin for the second time in two weeks, and you can't imagine what Mercedes is feeling right now.
Simone: I don't think you need much of an explanation here. The look on Mercedes' face tells the story. If looks could kill...
Mercedes motions for a microphone and she snatches it out of the stagehand.
Mercedes: I don't even know why I decided to show up here tonight. I don't know why I have to be in the country that defeated my beloved La Albiceleste in the World Cup.
The arena echoes into the German national anthem as Mercedes begins to cover her ears and shouts at them off mic.
Mercedes: With apologies to one Sean Jackson, I just had to come here to ask a question: Munich...Can you feel it in the air tonight? In case you missed it, in case you didn't get the memo, this past Friday marked the first official day of Spring. What do you think of when you think of spring? The smell of fresh clean air. A bright sunny day and blue skies. The sound of birds in the air, children laughing and playing. Easter. Flowers and gardens, floral. Kind of like something out of that scene from The Sound of Music, right? Spring is a time of change, a time of renewal. I guess you can say tonight, the Bombshells Division has a new lease on life, it's a new day in Sin City Wrestling. Happy days are here again. YAY!
As she says this, Mercedes offers a golf clap then bring the microphone back to her mouth.
Mercedes: Are you happy now?
The crowd builds into a rising "Yes" chant.
Mercedes: Are you happy to have your plain vanilla Bombshell Division back?!
Crowd: YES! YES! YES!
Mercedes shuts the chants down
Mercedes: Week after week, month after month, people whined and complained that the Mean Girls have held back the division, that the Bombshells were being held down. I call bullshit. If anything, we weren't holding them down, we were asking them to step up. For the better part of nine months, that's all we asked of the rest of Bombshells. Step up, stand up and be counted, make a name for yourself, prove us wrong and try to beat us. For five months, myself and Delia begged and pleaded and prodded for anyone that is anyone to stop our reigns, and no one could do it for most of 2014, and they couldn't do it on the first supershow in the new year. All I will say is after Blaze of Glory IV two weeks ago, it's about damn time.
The crowd boos.
Simone: Well, this is nothing new. Mercedes once again sounding condescending about her and the rest of the Mean Girls loss at the supershow.
Adams: Why shouldn't she? It's not like they all don't have rematches.
Simone: Jason, the Mean Girls were humiliated, embarrassed and defeated. No amount of PR spin is going to change that.
Mercedes: Wouldn't it have been embarrassing if our reign went that full six months, we were eight days from doing that. Wouldn't it have been embarrassing if we had gone the ENTIRE year still champions? At this rate, SCW should have just retired the belts and let us leave with them because there wasn't a single girl that was going to beat us, including Amy Marshall!
The crowd cheers for Amy Marshall, forcing Mercedes to lower her microphone. She lets the chants die down before she raises the microphone once more.
Mercedes: Amelia, let me set the record straight. At Blaze of Glory, Delia wasn't complacent, as you claimed on Twitter, she had you beat, and you know it. She had you beat, but Holly Wood saved you. Yeah, that's right. As a referee who is supposed to be IMPARTIAL, he knew exactly what he was doing. Makes you wonder if he called up Drew Patton the night before and asked for a few pointers on how to screw up title matches. If anything, it should be Holly Wood wearing the belt. Face it, sweetheart, you needed HELP to beat Delia, whether you want to admit it or not. You were handed that win two weeks ago. You were gift-wrapped that title, Amelia, and you're an idiot if you don't see that. You're an idiot if you thought you stood any kind of chance against, let alone think you were better than, Delia Darling.
The crowd boos.
Mercedes: If you had any kind of common decency, you would have denied that win. You would have done the right thing and realize what a cheap win that was. I mean, anybody can lie about having amnesia and miraculously recover two months later or take two cheap wins on the way to winning a tournament. Real easy. But for you to accept a win like that? For you to stoop...that...low? You should be ashamed for coming out here and claiming you won on your own merits. These people, the girls in the back and SCW may recognize you as champion, but not in my eyes. The record book may state you're the new World Bombshell Champion, but not in my book. You want to know why?
Mercedes pauses.
Mercedes: Because all I see is a big, fat, ASTERISK next to your name.
The crowd boos their heads off.
Mercedes: You may have the crown, but the Mean Girls still are on the throne, and we still hold court! And for you and Jessie, consider it an honor and privilege that you get to share the ring with us in the main event tonight.
Mercedes can't hear her own voice as she is drowned in boos.
Mercedes: See, because, we're not crying because it's over, we're smiling because it happened. This is what YOU wanted, right?
Mercedes points her microphone at the crowd, who once again begin "Yes" chants. Mercedes: Well have at it! Hope springs eternal, but spring is also known for something else. The signs are everywhere. But you idiots wouldn't see that. Mercedes puts her fingers to her lips. Mercedes: Shhh! Be wewy, wewy quiet, it's open season again in SCW, and we're hunting Bombshells. With a thud, the mic drops to the mat, and Mercedes leaves the ring, heading back up the catwalk, shooting venomous glares to the crowd on both the left and right. Simone: Open season? What does that mean? Adams: I don't know, Bindy, but you have to think the Mean Girls are not giving up control of the Bombshells Division without a fight. Simone: After Blaze of Glory, the Mean Girls may have finally have one on their hands and they certainly have to do some major damage control. Still to come tonight on Climax Control, the Mean Girls will be all over the show tonight in what is already a great fallout show from Blaze of Glory. Amanda Cortez, one-half of the World Bombshell Tag Team Champions and with Veronica Taylor, the other half of the tag team champions, in her corner, goes one-on-one with Keira Fisher, with her wife Roxi Johnson, the new Bombshell Internet Champion, in her corner. Adams: And that's not all. You think that match is something, our main event sees former champions and current champions collide as Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas, the former World Bombshell and Bombshell Roulette Champions, take on former two-time Bombshell Tag Team Champions, the Metal and Punk Connection of Jessie Salco and the brand new World Bombshell Champion, Amy Marshall, and there is a lot of bad blood when it comes to these four. Mercedes makes her way to the back, exchanging smack talk with the Germany crowd. Simone: You said it. Climax Control 92 saw Delia and Mercedes victorious over Misty, Roxi and Amy in a six-Bombshell tag and Amy took the fall when an official's miscue led her to being pinned. It was Jessie and Amy who ended Mercedes' second and most recent Bombshell Tag Team Championship reign at Into the Void III back in July last year. Mercedes has yet to be pinned or made to submit to Amy in SCW and Delia will look for revenge after Amy ended her title reign and unbeaten streak. Adams: Tonight, we'll get to see these four settle their differences right here in the six-sided ring and I think I speak for everyone when I say I cannot wait, Bindy, for this one. Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your "Hostess With the Mostess" ... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss! The crowd applauds as Amanda comes out onto the stage, with a stylish black pixie wig and a shimmering green evening own with a slit up the thigh. Giving off the appearance of class, Amanda lures us once again into a false sense of security, performing a song as only 'she' can, with a combination of German lyrics, and their translation for American audiences. Amanda: 20 Zentimeter
Das sind nicht 20 Zentimeter,
These are not 20 centimeters
Das kannst du echt vergessen,
Nothing doing
20 Zentimeter
These are not
Das sind nicht...
In der Kurze liegt die Wurze,
These are not ...
Brevity is the soul of wit
20 Zentimeter
Das kannst du echt vergessen,
Nothing doing
Stehst du mit deiner Latte
And if you stand at my
Das sind nicht...
In der Kurze...
17 - sind OK,
17 are OK
Das sind nicht... 2x
20 Zentimeter (nie im Leben)
Back at ringside, Justin Decent is standing in the ring, ready for the next match to begin, until familiar music hits the sound system. The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd.
20 centimeters
nie im Leben, kleiner Peter
20 Zentimeter sind in Wirklichkeit viel grober
Never ever, small Peter
20 centimeters are actually much bigger
da hast du dich vermessen
ich sag' es kurz und bundig:
bei Kurzen, da verschwind' ich
You must have measured this wrong
I say it brief
When it's short, I'll leave
sind es jetzt nicht und nicht spater,
du solltest dazu stehen,
er ist leicht zu ubersehen
20 centimeters, not now and not later
You should accept this
It can easily be overseen
doch ich mag es lang und ****,
und bist du zu kurz gekommen,
kommst du bei mir nicht zum Flirt
But I like it long and thick
And if you came off badly
You won't be able to flirt with me
20 Zentimeter
da hast du dich vermessen
ich weib es klingt gemein,
er ist klein und er ist dein
You must have measured this wrong
I know it sounds mean
It is small and it is yours
Nachts bei mir auf der Matte,
dann neh'm wir dein Lineal
und vermessen ihn noch mal
Door with your erection at night
Then we'll take your ruler
And measure it once again
18 - tun nicht weh,
19 - find ich schon,
20 - wenn sie steh'n
18 don't hurt
19 I find beautiful
20 when they stand up
In der Kurze...
20 Zentimeter
20 Zentimeter
Simone: We were told earlier that Misty would be joining us tonight for some sort of announcement, and here she is Jason. I think the fans are quite happy to see her.
Adams: She's dressed rather casually tonight, don't you think Belinda? Not very often we see her in jeans!
Simone: And heels, too. This is a very different Misty we're seeing.
Misty looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she walks up the steps and steps through the ropes and over to Justin Decent. He hands her a microphone with a polite smile before exiting the ring and giving her time to speak. Though her music is drowned out by the cheering from the crowd, it comes to an end and Misty stands in the center of the ring, smiling around at the crowd.
Misty: Wow, thank you! Thank you so much. I have to say, it's always great coming out to this ring and listening to the cheers from you guys. It really makes everything I've done and worked for worth it.
She receives a huge pop from the crowd, causing her smile to grow even more.
Simone: I also have to point out how happy Misty looks. I think it's been quite some time since we've seen this side of her.
Misty: I think all of you realize how much of a struggle I've had so far this year, but if some of you haven't heard or don't follow me on Twitter, let me just start by saying I finally got my memory back a few weeks ago, and I couldn't be more relieved. These last couple of months without my memory were I think the hardest thing I've ever had to go through, and I think it was equally harder for my friends and family. Perhaps even you, my fans.
Another huge pop as Misty lowers the microphone for a second and nods her head.
Adams: No memory Misty was a lot of fun to watch, though.
Misty: And while I didn't have my memory, I think it was pretty obvious that I made the most of it and battled my way through. I had a fantastic partner for the Blast From the Past tournament in Andrew Watts...
This time, the crowd offers a mixed reaction at the mention of Andrew Watts. Misty smiles a bit and shakes her head.
Misty: I know a lot of people don't like him, but that doesn't erase the fact that the guy is talented and he's great at what he does. He's undefeated so far, and if you want my honest opinion, I think he's going to remain undefeated for quite some time. I think his streak could be even stronger than the now former World Bombshell Champion, Delia's.
The crowd suddenly drowns out Misty's voice with loud booing.
Misty: Yes, I know. I'll get back to that in just a second. But, as I was saying...Andrew Watts is not one to be taken lightly. He's determined to win the World Heavyweight Title and if I know him like I think I do, I know he'll pull it off. I know I'll be watching that battle with Gabriel very closely because it is sure to be a hell of a match.
She lowers the microphone again and takes in a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. The crowd applauds her and cheers for her as she looks around, before finally bringing the microphone back up to speak.
Misty: Now, before I get to the whole purpose of me being out here, I need to speak directly to Amy Marshall. Our new World Bombshell Champion. Let me start by offering a huge congratulations to Amy for doing something that even I couldn't do. She pinned Delia. She ended Delia's undefeated streak as well as her lengthy title reign. Congratulations, Amy. That was quite an accomplishment.
Adams: As the winner of the Blast From the Past tournament, Misty is the rightful number one contender to that title though! She's been wanting that title back for a long time!
Simone: That she has, Jason. But something tells me, there is more on Misty's mind than the title that Amy now has.
Misty: And Amy, I'm fairly sure you paid close attention to the Blast From the Past finals to see just who you would be going against if you won that title. Knowing me, I'm sure after you finally realized your dream of becoming the World Bombshell Champion and found out that Andrew and I had won the tournament, you were probably freaking out just a bit, right? Well, you have no reason to worry, Amy. Absolutely no reason at all to worry, because that brings me to the reason I'm out here tonight.
The crowd grows quieter, slightly confused as they wait for her to speak again.
Misty: These past few months...even when I had no memory of who I was or anything that had happened in my life...it's given me a lot to think about. And after Blaze of Glory IV...after I went back home to Vegas for a couple of weeks and spent some much needed time with my family, everything became so clear. I realized a lot during that time. I thought about the few months that I was feuding with Delia, and the extreme lengths that the both of us went to in order to get under the other's skin.
Misty receives a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Simone: That is no secret at all. I'm sure those two would have killed each other if given the chance.
Misty: And then I thought about the attack that caused my amnesia. I have a very good idea who attacked O'Malley, Melody Grace and I, but to be quite honest, I'm not going to air that all here and now. The fact that I'm fairly sure who did it is enough for me, and I will handle that eventually. I can promise you all that. What matters right now is this.
Misty lowers the microphone again, this time for a while as the crowd starts to cheer for her again. She looks around at all of her fans in Munich and smiles, and as the camera zooms in, we can see a tear form in the corner of her eye.
Misty: After all of that and a lot of thinking, I've decided once and for all, with no doubt in my mind...my match at Blaze of Glory IV...was my final match. I am officially retiring from in-ring competition.
Some of the crowd gasps, shocked at learning this news, while others surely had some suspicion. Misty nods as the tear falls down her cheek as she looks around the crowd.
Adams: Sin City Wrestling without its Original Bombshell?! This is going to be very weird!
Simone: It will, indeed. But, it had to happen at some point. Careers come to an end eventually.
Misty: Trust me. This wasn't an easy decision to make. Far from it, actually. Wrestling has been a part of my life for over ten years now. I've had my ups and downs and I know I still had a lot of steam left in me. I know I could have had one last go as the World Bombshell Champion, and I'm sure a battle with Amy Marshall would have been great, but the one thing that I realized? I've been the World Bombshell Champion. Three times in fact. With the exception of beating Delia, I've done everything I set out to do. I've worked my ass off for SCW, but in all honesty, it's time for the rest of the Bombshells on the roster to step up and make an impact. It's time for Misty to be out of the spotlight and the spotlight to be on someone else.
Crowd: THANK YOU MISTY! THANK YOU MISTY!
Misty smiles as the fans start a respectful chant for her and everything she has done in SCW.
Misty: Now, I could stand out here and say who I think should get the next shot at the World Bombshell Title instead of me, but I can't do that. If I'm honest, there's really not one person I could choose who deserves the shot more than me, and that is not me saying that I deserve it more than anyone else, because I don't. That is simply my way of asking...No, demanding that the Bombshells on the roster step up and show the bosses why they deserve a shot more than anyone else. Why they deserve to be a champion, because I've been begging to see it. I know what the rest of the roster is capable of. I know what you ladies can do, so for God's sake, just do it. Step into the spotlight and make a damn impact, because now that I'm done...the Bombshell Roster needs to continue to shine. It needs to thrive.
The crowd cheers louder forcing Misty to speak a little louder.
Misty: And just because I won't be around, doesn't mean I won't be watching back at home. And it doesn't mean that, once this world tour is over with anyway, I won't drop in from time to time and visit all the amazing friends and family I've made in this company. SCW is and always will be in my blood. It's just time to pass on the torch and let someone else lead the Bombshells. Christian and Mark weren't pleased to hear I was retiring, either. And I need to thank them, as well as Erik Staggs, for their leadership and being amazing bosses. They've busted their asses more than anyone realizes and I know they'll continue to put on amazing shows for you guys. Don't ever doubt that.
The crowd continues to cheer loudly.
Misty: Well, I think that's it from me. I think I've taken up enough time standing here blabbing to all of you people. It's time to get back to the show and letting everyone else put on amazing matches for you all. Thank you all again from the bottom of my heart. I'm going to miss this more than you'll all know.
For the final time, Misty lowers the microphone as she receives a standing ovation from the crowd. She walks over and hands the microphone back to Justin Decent and she circles around the ring, waving to all of her supporting fans. Tears roll down her cheek as she exits the ring and heads backstage, shaking hands with fans along the way.
Simone: There you have it Jason. That was the last time we'll see Misty in the six-sided ring.
Adams: I...I still can't believe it.
Simone: Neither can I, but I think we can all agree on one thing. She went out on her terms and she went out the way she wanted. Winning the Blast From the Past tournament with Andrew Watts. She truly went out with a Blaze of Glory.
The opening shot is a close up of ring announcer, Justin Decent, standing in the center of the ring and ready to begin the introductions for the upcoming contest.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest features Bombshell action! It is scheduled for one fall to a finish. Your referee, Jasmine St. John.
The crowd applauds politely as Jasmine waits stoically in the far corner.
Justin: Introducing first, to be accompanied by her tag team partner, Veronica Taylor. From Los Angeles, California, weighing 110 pounds, she is one-half of the World Bombshell Tag Team Champions -- Amanda Cortez!
The song "19 Nagel fur Sophie" by Eisregen is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. Slowly Amanda, with Veronica seated behind her, drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals. The fans are booing at her, but it seems that she doesn't care what anybody thinks about her. As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still booing, but Amanda only flips them the bird. Then she slides into the ring as Veronica steps through the ropes herself, and Cortez kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory as Taylor applauds her and Amanda yells some insults at the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.
Simone: The Mean Girls suffered the biggest set backs of their time together at Blaze of Glory IV as each one...
Adams: Got a great big goose egg in their matches.
Simone: Crude, but accurate. The Mean Girls went zero for four, and tonight we are going to see if they are able to rebound from those losses and once again be the dominant force that they've been since they first came together.
Justin: Amanda Cortez's opponent hails from Miami, Florida and weighs in at 120 pounds, accompanied by the Bombshell Internet Champion, Roxi Johnson ... Keira Fisher!
It's all the same to me
Look at all this useless talk
Look at all this useless talk
Look at all this useless talk
Upon the cross"
"You look at me but you don't see
Understand I'm a sinner
Don't corner me
Don't lecture me
Raise your hands you're a sinner"
"Is this everything you wanted find another dream
You never hear a word I say
You never hear a word I say
You never hear a word I say
So pray"
"Sinner" plays as Keira comes out, accompanied by Roxi Johnson, and smiles to the crowd. They walk down toward the ring, slapping a few of the fans hands before Roxi slides into the ring and holds the ropes open for Keira to enter. Keira turns and waits for the start of the match.
Simone: Keira Fisher did well at Blaze of Glory IV in her first outing as an SCW Bombshell, but can she continue that streak against not just the reigning Tag Team Champion, but also a former World Bombshell Champion in her own right?
Adams: I'm sorry. I was distracted by HLA.
Simone: *sighs* The simple fact that it was Amanda's partner that Keira defeated at Blaze of Glory IV just adds fuel to the fire in this match.
Adams: Yeah that's probably why Roxi is out here.
Jasmine manages to finally get Veronica Taylor out of the ring, and after a brief consultation, Roxi follows suit. Once satisfied, Jasmine calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
At the sound of the opening bell, both Bombshells come from out of their corners and immediately the pair begin arguing in the center of the ring, getting in each other's faces!
Adams: Good grief! It's a good thing they're not calling each other those names in German or else we'd really be in trouble!
Amanda pokes Keira in the chest but Fisher slaps her hand away. This does not deter Amanda as she again puts her finger in Fisher's face and again, it is slapped away. This time Amanda answers by slapping Keira across the face, and Keira slaps her right back!
Adams: Oh so that's how it's gonna be!
And both women lunge at each other in a lock up, straining to gain the first advantage of the match! Keira gains the upper hand and forces Amanda back against the ropes, but a handful of hair allows Amanda to drag her opponent back against the ropes, switching positions. Not one to back down, Keira fights fire with fire and uses her own handful of hair to drag Amanda back, only for Amanda to do so again, backing Keira into the corner. Amanda goes to take a cheap shot but Keira blocks it, then kicks both feet up into Cortez's chest and she knocks her back to the mat, head over heels!
Simone: Yes I imagine that is how it's going to be! After the way these two have been going at it on Twitter, I don't see this one being very pretty.
Amanda scrambles to her feet an ducks a charge from Keira and grabs her in a rear waistlock from behind. Amanda grabs a handful of her hair again and drags her into a front facelock and brings her roughly down onto the mat. Veronica nods with a smile of approval as Cortez has control of her opponent, holding Fisher in the front facelock while on her knees in a leverage advantage. Keira forces her way to her feet and reaches down, sweeping Cortez's legs out from under her. Amanda rolls through, tripping Keira down onto the mat and floats over to regain the front facelock on the mat but Keira reverses it into a hammerlock, pinning Cortez face down.
Simone: I stand corrected. We're actually seeing some good, solid wrestling.
Adams: yeah see how long that lasts.
The two women maneuver around on the mat as Amanda screams in pain as Keira jams her arm up her back, until both Bombshells are now on their knees. Amanda reaches behind her and grabs a handful of hair and snapmares Keira off. Amanda grabs at her arm but Keira switches out and reverses it into a cross arm breaker! Amanda fights it and quickly gets to the ropes!
Simone: Smart ring awareness by Amanda. She openly admits submission holds are a weakness for her and she got to the ropes straight away.
Jasmine orders Keira to release the hold and reluctantly, she does so. As Amanda rises to her feet, she applauds Keira's efforts with a smile, then offers her hand in good sportsmanship. Keira looks at her with a frown of disbelief, then out to the fans who scream "No!" but being the good person that she is, Keira opts to accept and Amanda Cortez shakes her hand without a cheap shot.
Adams: Next thing you know they'll be ending Glee.
Simone: Glee ended two days ago.
Adams: NOOOO!!!!
The two Bombshells lock up again and Amanda quickly grabs Keira into a side headlock and hip tosses her over to the mat, retaining the hold. Keira, however, counters and grabs Cortez in a head scissors. Amanda kicks her legs to escape, but the hold is on too tight. Amanda then instead rolls over onto her knees and somersaults over Keira into a bridging pin.
1.....
1.....
1.....
1.....
2.....
Keira rolls backwards so that her knees are atop Cortez's shoulders.
2.....
Amanda uses her legs to pull Fisher back into a sunset flip.
2.....
Keira reverses again and folds Amanda in half in a jackknife cover.
2.....
Amanda kicks out!
Simone: What a fast paced exchange of pin fall attempts!
Adams: I haven't seen so many moves and counter moves since Christian and I went bar hopping that one time.
Simone: Do tell.
Adams: I barely got away with my jock intact!
Simone: Don't tell.
Again Amanda gets up and applauds her opponent for the exchange. Amanda offers another handshake, and this time when Keira accepts, Amanda kicks her in the midsection, doubling her over and then drops down, yanking Fisher by force through the ropes and the newcomer hits the floor on the outside!
Simone: I knew it wouldn't last forever.
Indeed not as Roxi starts over to check on her wife, but Amanda rolls out of the ring and Johnson has to back away. Amanda drags the surprised Keira to her feet and slams her into the ringside barrier that separates the fans from the wrestlers.
Adams: NOW we're seeing the Amanda Cortez that we all know and love.
Amanda holds her arms up in surrender and rolls back inside of the ring, but as Jasmine turns her back to admonish her, Veronica Taylor runs up from behind and shoves Keira in the back, sending her crashing into the ring steps!
Simone: Oh that bi-!
Adams: Here comes Roxi!
An infuriated Roxi Johnson comes charging around the corner of the ring but seeing this, Jasmine jumps out to head her off! Roxi protests about the interference but Jasmine has to force her back to her own corner, which just allows Veronica to grab Fisher and throw her back inside of the ring.
Adams: I dare say it looks as though the Mean Girls have got their mojo again.
Amanda rolls the hurt Keira onto her back and covers her, hooking the leg. Jasmine sees the pin attempt and jumps back into the ring to administer the count.
1.....
Veronica screeches from the outside about a 'slow count' as Amanda slaps her hands together quickly, demanding a faster count. Amanda starts to pull her up and Keira starts fighting back with a fist to the stomach, only for Amanda to rake her face, and driving a double axe handle across her back, ending the comeback attempt. Amanda drags her up into the corner and stuns her with a martial arts kick to the ribs, followed up by two more. Amanda then grabs a handful of her hair and brings her out with a one handed bulldog. Keira rolls onto her back, holding her head, and Amanda springboards off of the ropes into a cartwheel and moonsault across Fisher's upper body for a cover.
1.....
Again Amanda complains about the count and gets in Jasmine's face but Jasmine holds up two fingers in her face. Fuming, Amanda grabs Keira and delivers a body slam. Cortez then mounts the near corner's middle turnbuckle and waits. Keira slowly stands up and turns around, and Amanda launches herself for a missile dropkick but Keira moves and Cortez crashes on her tailbone!
2.....
Keira kicks out!
2.....
Keira gets her shoulder up!
Simone: Maybe if she wore more clothes down there it might have padded that landing more.
Adams: Amanda Cortez has enough padding back there.
Simone: Would you care to rephrase that?
Amanda gets up, bowl legged, and Keira charges into her and drops her with a running clothesline. Cortez gets right back up and Keira knocks her right back down again, this time with a dropkick. Keira pulls her up and goes for an Irish whip but Amanda reverses it. Amanda swings wildly but Keira ducks under, rebounds off the far side, and takes Cortez down with a cross body into a cover!
1.....
Keira pulls her back to her feet and sends Amanda again into the ropes, this time scooping her up and dropping her with a side slam into another cover.
1.....
Keira sends her into the ropes a third time for a repeat but this time Amanda counters and takes her down with a crucifix head scissors.
2.....
Amanda kicks out!
2.....
Amanda kicks out!
Simone: You can't go to the well too many times against Amanda Cortez.
Keira gets to her feet, surprised at the move, and Amanda jumps on her for a Hurricanruna but Keira counters by dropping her into a sit out powerbomb!
1.....
2.....
3 - No! Veronica reaches into the ring and pulls Keira's hair to break it up!
Adams: Come on! She had her!
This time Keira gets up and reaches through the ropes and grabs a handful of Veronica's hair, catching her! Jasmine tries to break it up as Taylor screams and struggles when Roxi jumps her, taking her down and the two Bombshells start fighting on the floor! Keira backs up and turns around, and a recovered Amanda dives into her...
Adams: Spear!
Amanda covers her!
1.....
Ding!
2.....
3!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here is your winner -- AMANDA CORTEZ!
Roxi looks up in surprise and veronica kicks her off and escapes! Roxi pulls her wife from the ring to check on her as she holds her stomach in pain, while Veronica joins Amanda in the ring and shoos Jasmine away so that she might raise her partner's arm in victory while the crowd boos.
Adams: Well! It looks like the Mean Girls are back to their winning ways.
Simone: And it took a distraction from Veronica Taylor to help kick it off.
Adams: Um, hello? Mean Girls? Name says it all.
v/o: "Munich, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"
Simone: "It seems we have company Jason."
Adams: "Well, we heard rumors all week that Sean Jackson would be here."
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 they soak up the reaction for a few moments, he then motions to make their way to the ring.
As they are walking down the ramp, Pamela is showing off a very sexy business type dress while Sean is wearing an Armani suit and is completely ignoring the crowd.
As soon as they enter the ring, Sean sticks his hand through the ropes and is handed a house mic as Pamela struts the money maker behind him.
Sean: Gabriel Stevens, how sweet it is, to run around Sin City Wrestling...calling yourself the world heavyweight champion.
Sean smiles.
Sean: It must make you feel all warm and tingly inside, knowing that when the chips were down, Christian Underwood was there to put the odds in your favor....
As Sean continues, Pamela nods her head with approval.
Sean: Knowing that the only way you could win, was for him to put a ringer in there with the instructions to participate in the finger poke of doom, practically giving you the win.
Sean holds up his index finger.
Sean: First it was Drake Green, the man who called himself Showtime for all his people...
He holds up a second finger
Sean: Then it was Drexel Matheson, the man who was largely considered as the next best thing in this company....
In a sign of indifference, Sean shrugs.
Sean: But yet, when the moment counted the most...they laid down for you faster than Kim Kardashian at center court.
He then begins to point towards the fans.
Sean: That's right people, your so called hero is nothing more than a paper champion, who can't seem to win the big one on his own. But you watch, now that I'm completely out of the equation courtesy of Christian...
The camera slowly begins to zoom inward on Sean's face.
Sean: Gabriel will finally give his permission for a one on one match up with no gimmicks. Isn't that right champ?
Sean nods.
Sean: Of course I'm right, because he knows that the only one who can beat him IS me, and he wants no part of me. Isn't that right Gabriel?
He waits a few brief moments, and then goes back to addressing the fans again.
Sean: You know, forget about answering Gabriel because no answer you could give would be the truth. You people are starving for a legitimate champion, for an authentic world champion, but all you have is a fraud who hasn't resembled a world champion since his hey day in Sinful Obsession...
Boos
Sean: Hey, don't boo me because your world champion is a fake. I tried to make him prove his legitimacy, but he was too scared to do so. Well now, we have Andrew Watts stepping into the picture...
Once again, Sean stops as he lets the name resonate throughout the arena.
Sean: The new number one contender, even though I have yet to be beaten for the world championship. Well this is what I think about the arrangement...
Sean moves towards the ropes. As he leans on them, his index finger points towards the backstage area.
Sean: Andrew, I have nothing against you personally. Matter of fact, I happen to think that you are an outstanding talent as well as future champion here. BUT.....
Why does there always have to be a BUT?
Sean: If anyone thinks I'm going to just stand idle, and watch as another man takes what is mine? then everyone has another thought coming. As far as I'm concerned, neither of you deserve to fight for what's rightfully mine and if I have to drill that point home tonight...
Pamela walks up alongside her husband, her arm over his shoulder.
Sean: Then I will damn sure do it. Because I have no problem giving Gabriel a taste of his own medicine. Nope, no problem at all.
With that, Sean loosely tosses the mic over his opposite shoulder, landing in the middle of the ring and the scene shifts back to the announcers as Sean and Pamela exit the ring.
Backstage in Munich, German's Rudi-Sedlmayer-Halle, SCW Superstar Bo Dreamwolf appears alongside Pussy Willow.
PW: Fans, I am here along with Bo Dreamwolf who has recently returned to the ring wars of Sin City Wrestling, and tonight, he faces the proverbial hometown hero in Lord Raab. Bo, what is going through your mind knowing you'll be in the ring for the first time against a man where the crowd will not be pulling for you?
Bo: Well, I can't deny that if I get booed, it'll be a real change, but it's not like I can find fault or argue against it. Fans cheer for their heroes and here in Germany, I understand Lord Raab has quite a following. So all I can say is that I am going to go out there tonight, cheered or jeered, and give it my all like I always do. If I win, I'll be only too happy to shake the man's hand. If I lose, I hope he can say the same.
PW: Lord Raab pointed out in his promo that this will be the second time that you have faced a member of the Rejects.
Bo: Yes, but what Lord Raab got wrong was when he pointed out that when I faced Gavin Stephens in the ring, that it was Gavin who scored the win.
Bo shakes his head.
Bo: Sorry, Lord Raab, but that's not how it went. maybe next time you should pay a little bit closer attention to your history but when that final bell rang, it wasn't the hand of my opponent that was raised in victory, it was my own.
PW: And to those who say the win was under controversial circumstances?
Bo sighs.
Bo: I didn't know until afterwards that the man's leg was on the bottom rope, but all I can say is that there is no turning back the clock. I won. But before anything could be done to correct that mistake or offer some alternative, the man up and left SCW for the time being. I would like to make it known that if the day comes where Gavin Stephens ever returns to Sin City Wrestling, that I would be only too happy to set foot back inside of the ring with him in a return match to see that error hopefully corrected.
Bo then turns back to the camera.
Bo: I am man enough to admit when I make a mistake, or when I've put my foot in my mouth. A mistake was made when I wrestled Gavin, and recently I put my foot in my mouth with Lord Raab. I said some things that I admit were hasty and regret, when my opponent was nothing short of respectful towards me. I admit, it surprised me. No, actually it shocked me. Given the man's violent tendencies and anger issues, I never expected him to talk as highly of me as he did, and before I even knew he had done so, I was smarting off about his own status in this business as a proverbial monster. For that, I can and will apologize, and Lord Raab? Win or lose, cheered nor no, let's go out there and give your fans what they want to see.
Bo starts to step off the set when he pauses and looks back into the camera.
Bo: Except for you winning, you know. That I intend to have for myself.
Bo salutes the camera and walks off the set.
A video package plays of Mercedes Vargas standing in front of an SCW backdrop backstage. She's in her ring gear for this ninty second spot.
Mercedes: SCW Bombshell Mercedes Vargas here. It's 10PM in Munich, Germany. Do you know where your children are?
Mercedes pauses, realizing that wasn't in her script.
Mercedes: Chances are they're with their parents on the first Climax Control after Blaze of Glory IV tonight. Already two months into SCW World Tour 2015 and so far we've been to some pretty interesting places, but we're far from being done. So look out, because you just never know when we might be coming to your town. Don't miss out on your chance to experience SCW Live and see your favorite Superstars and Bombshells in action, including current SCW World Champion Gabriel, Sean Jackson, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, current SCW Bombshell World Champion Amy Marshall, Andrew Watts, current SCW Roulette Champion Alex Kaelin, Misty, current SCW Internet Champion Kain, current SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor, current SCW Bombshell Internet Champion Roxi Johnson, current SCW Tag Team Champions Dying Breed, the lovely Bombshells and, well, the Mean Girls, of course. Sorry, not sorry.
She smiles.
Mercedes: And certainly we've had a great time so far in Scandinavia. Norway, Sweden, Denmark. It was a great time had by all. But sadly, we move on to our next destination: Europe.
A nifty graphic appears on the screen showing a mapmost of Central and Western Europe, with various cities highlighted as Mercedes continues.
Mercedes: It's Spring time here in Europe, and our first stop on the European leg of SCW World Tour 2015 bring us to, you guessed it, Munich, Germany at Rudi-Sedlmayer-Halle. Next week Climax Control comes to you live next week from Dinamo Polyvalent Hall in Bucharest, Romania. On Easter Sunday, April 5, we'll be in Athens, Greece at Glyfada Indoor Hall. Then on April 12, we'll see you in Milan, Italy at Velodromo Vigorelli. The final week of our tour concludes in Malaga, Spain at the Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena, on April 19.
The graphic disappears and we return to Mercedes. Mercedes: Tickets are on sale and they're going fast, so get yours right now. Additional fees may apply. Card is subject to change. Be sure to keep checking back on scwwrestling.net for more information. Don't miss any of the action during SCW World Tour 2015. We'll see you there. Justin: The following contest is a singles match... Introducing first...
The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf appears and stands at the top of the ramp bowing his head, then around the 2nd chant, Dreamwolf marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on the ring.
Justin: From Tahlequah, Oklahoma, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is Bo Dreamwolf!
Sliding inside, he then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and raises a fist to the fans, letting loose with his own war cry to which the fans reply with a mixed reaction.
Simone: I don't think Bo's used to this reaction.
Adams: Not surprising considering his opponent...
Justin: And his opponent...
Onward to Victory by Icepick plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak holding up a German flag with the crowd roaring throughout the arena for Lord Raab, standing on top of the entrance ramp with his hands in the air with his eyes closed, embracing the cheers he's getting from the crowd as he wears his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask.
Justin: From Cologne, Germany...
The mention of Germany sends the fans in to wild cheers
Justin: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the Masked German Monster, he is Lord Raab!
He walks down the ramp, giving the fans high fives before going up the stairs, going in-between the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring as Henry gets in the ring, holding the German flag as he hands it to Raab and holds it up for the huge reaction of the crowd as he lets out German coloured pyro before crouching down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start as Henry gets out of the ring and stands out of the ring.
DING DING DING
The German crowd has not stopped going crazy after Lord Raab made his entrance. Bo Dreamwolf is standing in his corner while waiting for Holly Wood to finish checking him over. Holly leaves Bo who is does some last minute stretching and goes to check Lord Raab. Holly fines no hidden objects in both men as she signals to the time keeper to ring the bell.
Simone: This one should be a good one. You have a legend against the man who has been on a massive roll as of late.
Adams: Yep but does Bo have anything left in the tank.
The bell sounds as both men leave their respective corners and start to circle each other. They meet in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie up. They jockey for position until Raab gets the slight advantage by locking the smaller Bo in a side headlock. Bo tries to fight out of it but Raab manages to crank the pressure up a little more. Raab keeps him tight into his side while keeping his feet at shoulder width apart. Holly is checking the hold to make sure it isn't a chokehold as Bo drives a forearm right into Raab's side. The initial blow doesn't really phase him much as Bo connects with several other forearm shots to Raab's right side.
After several blows, Raab loosen's his grip which allows oxygen to get back inside Bo's brain. Bo goes to run towards the ropes, but Raab grabs him by his long locks of hair and slams him hard down to the mat. Holly reprimands the German monster about pulling hair but he just shrugs her off.
Adams: That wasn't very nice.
Simone: Raab is oddly liked here in Germany though.
Adams: This is his home country duh.
Raab reaches down to pick Bo up by his head but gets met with a swift kick to his head. The kick catches him off guard as Bo rolls onto his stomach. Raab tries to come back toward Bo, however, he catches Raab with a double leg take down then begins to mount him. The German crowd begins to heavily boo Bo as he begins to drive lefts and rights down onto the face of Raab. Bo stops for a second to wonder why the fans are booing him but this momentary distraction allows Raab to drive a double axe handle to his sternum. Bo falls off of Raab as the Germans start to cheer for their fellow German. Bo is gripping at his stomach as Raab grabs him by the hair and lifts him up to his feet. Raab looks directly into Bo's eyes before wrapping an arm around his neck and placing him in a front facelock. Raab cranks a few seconds to apply the most pressure before throwing Bo's free arm over his shoulder. Raab hooks Bo's pants and actually hoists him high into the air.
Before finishing the vertical suplex, Bo drops a knee into the head of Raab which causes him to place Bo back on his feet. Bo takes this chance to drive Raab head first into the canvas with a snap DDT. Bo wastes very little time as he shots the half and throws his body over Raab. Holly slides into position....
One
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Raab powers out by throwing Bo through the bottom rope and he crashes to the arena floor.
Adams: Good strategy on paper
Simone: Bo should have hooked the leg. That was a rookie mistake by an in ring veteran.
Raab follows Bo out onto the arena floor as the German crowd is going crazy. Bo stands up to his feet and begins to wale on Raab. Bo grabs a hold of Raab's arm and tries to Irish whip him into the barricade. However, Raab counters Bo by pulling him in before leveling him with a left hand. Bo's head smacks hard off the arena floor as Raab picks him back up. Raab grabs Bo by his head and sends him face first into the steel steps. The steps don't move as Bo's head bounces off them but Raab's catches it before he falls. Holly is yelling at both men to get back into the ring.
Adams: Why did Holly wait till now to get them back into the ring?
Raab's pulls Bo around to the other side of the ring and flings him upside down toward the barricade. He looks back at Holly and screams at her in German. She lifts one hand high into the air begins to count.
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Raab rolls into the ring just to break up the count and rolls back out. He looks down at Bo and starts laughing out loud. Bo begins to move which causes Raab to stomp a mudhole in him. Holly starts counting again while Raab is focused on destroying Bo.
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Raab picks Bo up and goes to fling him into the ring. However Bo leaps onto the ring apron and connects with an Asai Moonsault. The tip of his boot knocks Raab off balance as Bo starts to pick up his offensive game.
Adams: Where in the hell did Bo learn that?
Simone: Now the tide has changed
Bo starts laying in some open hand chops across Raab's chest. Raab's chest begins to get very red as the blood vessels underneath the skin are getting overworked. Bo strikes with one more open hand chop which causes some blood to creep through Raab's chest.
Five
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Bo doesn't realize Holly is still counting as he quickly rolls in and out of the ring. The count once again is stopped but Bo manages to push Raab's body underneath the ring ropes. Bo leaps up onto the ring apron, leaps over the ring ropes while landing with a near picture perfect leg drop across the neck of Raab. Bo doesn't waste any time as he goes for the quick cover. Holly drops to her knees and slaps the canvas.
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Raab rolls his shoulder out as Bo goes for another pin cover.
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Raab kicks out again as Bo quickly jumps up to his feet. He runs to one of the corners and leaps up to the top of it. He motions for Raab to get up to his feet. Raab slowly gets up to his feet as Holly is telling Bo to get down. She begins to count as Raab slowly spins around to see Bo leaping towards him. Bo manages to grab Raab around the neck but one of his fingers get stuck in Raab's mask as he slams him down to the canvas.
Simone: A blockbuster off the top rope, how in the hell did Bo pull that one off?
Adams: Better yet, how did he get his finger stuck in Raab's mask.
Bo goes for the quick cover as Holly drops into position.
One
Two
Thre.....
Raab manages to get his shoulder up right before Holly smacks the canvas for the three. Bo sits up while grabbing the side of his head. He looks at Holly while trying to figure out how to put Raab away. Meanwhile Raab is trying to see while his mask was twisted on his face. He reaches his out, places it around a throat and connects with a chokeslam. Raab believes it was Bo but everyone can see that it was actually Holly Woods, who got chokeslammed. Bo's eyes go wide after deed as Raab finally fixes his mask. He looks down and sees the referee down.
Simone: Holly is down
Adams: Bout time someone put that bastard or bitch down.
Raab looks at Bo as his anger is near a boiling point. He picks Bo up and drives him back first into the corner. He continually drives his shoulder into Bo's sternum as the German crowd is still cheering for their countrymen. Raab backs up a bit before running toward Bo looking for a corner clothesline. However Bo moves out of the way at the last second causing Raab to smack chest first into the turnbuckle. Bo bounces off the ropes and catches Raab with a shining wizard to the back of his head. Raab drops to a knee as Bo bounces off the ropes again but as he rebounds off them. Raab catches him with a spear from out of nowhere.
Adams: Spear! Spear! Spear!
Simone: Since when do you speak German Jason?
Adams: I only know that word but what a spear from Raab.
Raab immediately goes for the cover and hooks the leg. He has Bo down for more than 3 seconds but he looks around too see that there is no referee. Henry is yelling at Raab to finish it while calling for a referee. Jacob Summers comes sprinting down the ramp, slides right into the ring but Bo rolled the shoulder up before he could make a count. Raab looks like he is about to explode but motions for Bo to get up to his feet.
Adams: Holly had been knocked out and Jacob is a little late.
Bo slowly rises to his feet as Raab is stalking him. Bo slowly turns around as Raab is going for the Raabinator. Raab goes for it but Bo catches him in a waist lock. Raab can't believe how quick Bo managed to get a waistlock on him. Raab is trying to fight out of it but Bo connects with a German Suplex. The German crowd is shocked as Bo bridges his back up while keeping Raab's shoulders on the canvas. Jacob quickly slides into the position.
One
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Three!
Jacob signals for the bell as Raab kicks out. A look of shock comes over the German crowd and Lord Raab as Bo has his hand raised high into the air.
Justin: Here is your winner....Bo Dreamwolf
Simone: Damn, Bo Dreamwolf just defeated Lord Raab in his own backyard.
Adams: Boy, we're never gonna get out of Germany alive.
"Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system of Rudi-Sedlmayer-Halle, and to a cheer from the fans, Natalie McKinley walks through the curtains, with a broad smile on her face; she has the SCW bombshell roulette title around her waist, and is wearing a black tank top that has the words "Jealous Janis" printed on it in red. Natalie takes a moment to scan the cheering crowd, before making her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of the fans that reach out to her. After clambering into the ring, Natalie walks to the side nearest 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. Natalie then goes to collect a microphone from Justin Decent, following which she walks to the center of the ring, where she waits for her music to cease playing.
Natalie: Halllloooooo Munich!!!
This elicits a loud cheer from the crowd.
Natalie: Danke for that warm welcome. Two weeks on from Blaze Of Glory IV, it feels good to be back inside the six-sided ring, and I am proud to stand here in front of all of you...
Natalie raises her voice slightly.
Natalie: ...as the new SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion!
Natalie takes the bombshell roulette title from around her waist, and holds it aloft, eliciting further cheers; she holds the title in the air for a moment or two, before then placing it over her right shoulder, as the cheers die down.
Natalie: It's no exaggeration to say that Blaze Of Glory IV was the best night of my fledgling career - hopefully I'll be fortunate enough to experience many more nights like it.
Natalie glances around the arena, looking at the fans on each side of the ring.
Natalie: Of course, Blaze Of Glory IV wasn't such a great night for some of the bombshells - in particular, it was a disastrous evening for a certain quartet. But while I did have a hand in the catastrophe that befell the Mean Girls, I'm not here to gloat about their rough night - as I stated prior to Blaze Of Glory, the roulette title is my only concern.
Natalie quickly gazes down at the bombshell roulette title, on her shoulder.
Natalie: I'm sure you've all noticed the top that I'm wearing - and before I go any further, I probably ought to explain why I'm wearing it. You see, about six months ago on Twitter, Delia promised that if I appeared on camera wearing this top, then she would make a donation to charity. Well, Delia, it took me longer than I intended, but now that I've finally done it, I'm expecting you to keep your promise.
Natalie's smile briefly morphs into a smirk.
Natalie: Something that I need to do - and I know that this won't be universally popular - is to praise the former Bombshell Roulette Champion, Mercedes Vargas.
Boos can be heard from the crowd, at the mention of Mercedes.
Natalie: Yeah, I know that the majority of you don't like her, but whatever your opinion of Mercedes, there's no denying that her most recent reign as the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, was the longest in the title's history - she did a better job of holding the bombshell roulette title than anyone else has. However, despite the record setting run as champion that Mercedes had, this title has still changed hands more times than any other title in SCW, and my aim now is to make sure that it does not change hands again for a long time - in fact, I want to surpass what Mercedes achieved; I know that it won't be easy - while winning a title is one thing, keeping hold of it is harder still - but that won't stop me from trying.
Natalie lets out a small sigh.
Natalie: In spite of the fact that I have now beaten Mercedes in two consecutive matches, some people - namely, Veronica Taylor - still claim that me being the champion is a fluke. It's probably asking too much to expect a member of the Mean Girls to be able to say something complimentary about someone that is not part of their group, but really, Veronica - do you really think that my two wins against Mercedes were both flukes?
Natalie shakes her head.
Natalie: I expect that at some point, I will have to defend the title against Mercedes - being the former champion, she is of course entitled to a return match for the title - and that is fine with me, as I still want to face her in a roulette rules match that can only be won by pinfall or submission, so that I can show I am capable of defeating her decisively, when this title is at stake; if I beat Mercedes a third time, maybe then Veronica will be willing to admit that it was no fluke - although that's probably just wishful thinking.
Natalie shrugs her shoulders, gripping the bombshell roulette title with her right hand as she does so.
Natalie: It appears the Mean Girls aren't the only ones to be unhappy that the Bombshell Roulette Championship now has a new owner, as Crystal Hilton, who was my first ever opponent, has made it known that she did not like having to watch me become the champion. On the SCW website, Crystal's biography boasts that she has too many achievements to list them all, and yet she is envious that I managed to win a title in SCW before her.
Natalie taps the title with her hand.
Natalie: Crystal, if you want to have the chance to become a champion here in SCW, I will happily give you a shot at this title - it has been seven months since the second of the two matches in which we were opponents, and like Mercedes, I would have no issues with having to do battle with you again.
Natalie then glances around the arena once more.
Natalie: Well, I think I've said enough for now; all that's left for me, Munich, is to again say danke, for your support - and to say, gute nacht jeder!
As the crowd cheers again, Natalie hands the microphone back to Justin Decent. "Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl then begins to play once more, as Natalie steps through the ropes, and as she heads backstage, she again slaps hands with some of the fans.
The scene opens up backstage where referee Holly Wood is seen coming back from ringside after the match, looking a little out of breath. She is surprised when she sees Mercedes Vargas standing there with her arms folded across her chest. Holly rolls her eyes, acting as if she doesn't even know Mercedes. She adjusts the collar of her shirt, showing off ample bosom before returning her eyes back to Mercedes.
Holly: Can I... help... you?
Mercedes feigns laughter as her hands come down to her hips. She looks Holly up and down, giving her an eye roll all her own.
Mercedes: No, I very much doubt that, Holly. What could you offer me? Better make up tips on how to look more like a clown?
Holly: Yeah, you're right. I mean, you already perfected that, didn't you? When you were invited to that child's birthday party as the entertainment? Oh, can you make balloon animals, too?
Mercedes: Ha, ha, ha... You're funny, and I don't mean that atrocious get up you're wearing, either.
Holly stands there, looking all but amused as she licks at the front of her teeth, many vicious thoughts brewing in her mind, but most of them would get her fired so she just tilts her head to the side, almost curiously.
Holly: Look, I don't have time for this. I got a date with this German stud who is into so very... interesting things, and... well, I'd rather find out what those "things" are than be talking to you, so what the hell do you want, gurl?
Mercedes pauses for a second, thinking it over for a second, trying to convince herself that the messed up images she's gotten from Holly's statement couldn't possibly be what she thinks it does. Once that fails, her face sours, but she quickly shrugs it off. She reaches to the table behind her and picks up a box, neatly wrapped in blue paper with a salmon pink bow on it.
Mercedes: Despite everything you've done to us since you left the Mean Girls, including the blatantly disrespectful call you made in Delia's match... she's asked that we deliver you a surprise.
Holly: For little ole me? You shouldn't have... No, really. You shouldn't have.
Holly flicks a curly strand of blonde hair from her face and holds a hand up toward Mercedes. Mercedes' face twists into a bit of anger as Holly pushes the box back into Mercedes' chest.
Holly: I might look very youthful for my age, but I wasn't born yesterday. Tell Delia I said "Thanks.. but no thanks." Sorry bout ihh...
Angelica: YOU don't get to say that anymore, bitch. Trust.
As Holly turns around to spot Angelica walking down the corridor, she simply rolls her eyes. She is about to respond when a loud ping is heard coming from Holly's pocket. She reaches into it and pulls out her phone, looking at the screen.
Holly: Well, I would love to debate with you on the fact that I created the term, so I can say it however the fuck I wish, hunty... But, my date for the evening is here, so if you'll excuse me. I gotta brush up on my German before I brush my teeth with the German...
A low giggle comes from Holly as she brushes past Angelica, flipping her hair just enough to smack Angelica in the face with it. Angelica growls, and is ready to pounce on Holly when Mercedes grips her wrist, stopping her from doing something stupid. She nods her head at Angelica, who huffs loudly before sighing in surrender. Holly shakes her head and mutters something under her breath as she walks down the hallway and toward the parking lot. She looks down at the phone and reads "Ich bin in dem blauen auto , sexy ;-)" as she walks into the parking lot. Looking around, there is only one blue car down at the end of the first row. She smiles, blushing a little as she walks over to the car. As she reaches it, she is about to open the door when the drivers door opens, and out steps... Amanda Cortez. She giggles as she throws her red locks over her shoulders
Amanda: Aww, is my lil lady boy disappointed to see a real woman here?
She poses a bit and wiggles her boobs. Then she cups them with her hands and smiles.
Amanda: Hey ...look, this way it has to look. Are you jealous now?
Again she laughs and winks at him.
Amanda: A bit more than you have ...But wait, that's not exactly true ...You have it more between your legs. Haha, I mean your lil cock, or shall i better call it a huge clit?
Then she laughs at him again and turns around.
Amanda: And now I wish you some fun with my friends, but don't expect too much. They're girls too.
Holly: You gotta be kidding me, bitch... That's so not cool.
As Holly turns around, she sees Mercedes and Angelica at the door, shoving a rod through the door handles to lock it in place. Before she can look back at Amanda, she is ambushed from behind by a screeching Delia, and a vicious Veronica. Veronica jumps on Holly's back, clawing at her face, but Delia takes a more direct approach as she kicks her right between the legs, catching her in her "something extra" As Holly comes to the ground, Delia slaps her across the face with such force that her wig comes off. Delia goes for another, but Veronica steps up in between the two. She puts her foot up to Holly's face, waiting for her to kiss it. When Holly tries to get up, Veronica spins her leg around, catching her with a hard spinning heel kick to the face. Mercedes, Amanda, and Angelica howl in delight as Veronica takes a few steps back. She rushes forward with a hard punt between Holly's legs once more. She reaches her hand back as if to "tag" Delia in, and Delia pulls a powder puff from her pocket. She grabs onto Holly's natural hair and looks down into her face.
Delia: Now I will show you how to really bet a mug, bitch!!!
Delia smacks Holly across the face with it and then uses it to gag her before laying rapid rights into her face. She spins around and nails a Haymaker that rivals some of the male competitors, and she cheers herself. She walks back over to Veronica, "tagging" her back in as there is a commotion at the door. Veronica reaches into her blouse and pulls out a bottle of Veronica's Secret perfume, spraying it in Holly's face, choking and blinding her. She then crashes the bottle against Holly's face, busting her open. She flings Holly toward Delia who hits a drop toe hold onto Mandy's car. Veronica charges forward, and Delia gives her a boost into the air as she comes down with a splash against Holly, leaving a dent in the hood of the car. Delia and Veronica then stomp on Holly for a bit before the security team starts to charge through the other end of the parking lot.
Veronica: This is what happens when you cross the new Mean Girls, hunty. Mess with us, and you'll get hurt...
Veronica pulls a piece of paper from out of her pocket. She unfolds it and, it looks to be a list of names. Mandy walks up with a marker and she crosses Keira Fisher off of the list. She hands the marker to Veronica, who crosses Holly Wood off of the list, leaving just two names... Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall. She hands the list over to Delia with a nod as Delia walks over to Mercedes. The two open the double doors and walk through, pumped for their match.
"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: Your champion is here Germany.
The fans instantly boo Gabriel, but he paces the ring, ignoring them.
Gabriel: Tonight has been a night where every man and their dog has had something to say to you all, but none of those are as important as what your world heavyweight champion has to say. We've heard from Jessie Salco and Roxi Johnson booking their own stuff. We've seen Misty come out here and cry like a baby because she know's she can no longer hack it. We've seen Steve Ramone appear in a good shirt, we've seen the Surf Boys pointlessly ramble about monkeys, we've heard Bo Dreamwolf sit and have a chat and boring people to sleep and we've even had your hometown hero Lord Raab talk to his fans.
The fans cheer at the mention of Raab.
Gabriel: But none of those little chats matter, there's only two things I've been interested in listening to, and that's Sean Jackson and Andrew Watts.
Gabriel runs his hand over his chin.
Gabriel: Two men, lots of big words and fighting talk, each and every one of them utterly pointless. Let me start with you Andrew, because you're a little new to the SCW main event. Congratulations Andrew, you've gone and done what many expected by winning Blast From The Past III. You've done what you said you would and I commend you on that but Andrew, you're sitting there making big claims that I made a mistake by keeping my title belt. No, no, no Andrew, sit down and shut the fuck up because YOU have made a bigger mistake by winning that tournament and putting yourself where you are. You can brag all you want about your record, but tell me, other than Despayre, who did you really beat that was any kind of quality?
A smile crosses Gabriel's face.
Gabriel: You beat no one. No one at all with any quality to get to me. Your record, your undefeated streak is a meaningless statistic that only serves one purpose, an ego boost to yourself. Records and streaks are made to be broken Andrew, and yours will be broken by me if you're lucky enough to keep it that long.
The smile turns to a straight face.
Gabriel: But before I get to destroying streaks, we have a little more pressing issue at hand and that is you Sean Jackson. Sean, I'll level with you, you bore me, but you do come up with a valid point every now and again, which sticks in my mind.
Gabriel turns to face the top of the ramp.
Gabriel: You are one hundred and ten percent right Sean... it is sweet to go around calling myself the world heavyweight champion...
A wide arrogant smirk crosses Gabriel's face.
Gabriel: It really is. It's what you dream of being when you step foot in SCW, to be the best of the best. It's why I was the first person to ever sign an SCW contract, because I wanted to be champion, and I was the first ever champion, and I stand before you today as the champion. Personally, you're not really worth a second look anymore, but I'm tired Sean.
Gabriel strolls up and down the ring.
Gabriel: I'm tired of the accusations that people laid down for me, so I could get the W against you... That ends Sean, because I'm tired of your stupid excuses but I am feeling very generous today.
Gabriel stops, looking up the ramp.
Gabriel: Next week, your accusations and excuses all come to an end, because you were right about something else. I am gonna give you your one on one match, no bullshit, no gimmicks, just one on one, Gabriel Vs Sean Jackson.
Gabriel takes the title belt from his body and holds it up.
Gabriel: Next week in Romania, if you want this belt, come take it from me!
Simone: Gabriel just challenged Sean Jackson to a one on one match next week!
Gabriel: There will be no bullshit, there will be no gimmick, just one on one with the biggest prize in SCW on the line. Christian, get this shit signed before some other idiot gets involved in this. No more triple threat shit, just two men kicking the shit out of each other.
The fans cheer loudly
Gabriel: What's your excuse gonna be after next week when I beat you? Start thinking now cause you're gonna need one. As for you Andrew Watts, if you can be bothered to get off your arse and leave Vegas, I suggest you come and look closely at this match, because you're gonna see just what I can do.
Gabriel puts the title belt back on his shoulder.
Gabriel: No more excuses Sean... may God have mercy on your soul... cause I will not.
"Zombie" starts to play again and Gabriel drops the microphone and leaves the ring.
Simone: Gabriel has asked Christian to book this match for next week!
Adams: Please Christian! Book the match!
Justin: The following contest is your main event of the evening and is a Bombshell tag team match...
The crowd cheer.
Justin: Introducing first...
The lights in the arena drop down as a pink glow takes over the stage. The fans look on in wonderment. "Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits over the PA system as the lights begin to flash like cameras from all over the arena. The fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans in. Mercedes Vargas pushes through the curtains with an arrogant smirk on her face. Following almost instantly is Delia, with Angelica by their side.
Justin: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 252 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Angelica, they are Delia and Mercedes Vargas... THE MEEEEEEEEEAN GIRRRRRRRRRRLLLLSSS!!!
Delia is wearing a hot pink gown. Her hair is blonde, down to her shoulders. She comes up next to Mercedes on the stage, just at the head of the ramp. As the fans boo them, Mercedes yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos. Delia runs her tongue over her black lips as she poses as well. The two exchange a glance after a moment, and then they keep walking the runway strut down to the ring, stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show themselves off with some poses, Mercedes showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring apron. Delia slowly walks up the ring steps in an elegant fashion. She joins Mercedes in doing another arrogant model pose. Mercedes whips off her boots. Mercedes orders the ref to hold the ring rope down for them, which he does. They then enter the ring, walking around with their hands in the air posing some more and yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class as the music cuts. Delia and Mercedes walk to the center of the ring, taunting the audience as they strike more model poses.
Justin: And their opponents...
"Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play and the lights dim down , the titantron shows footage of several mosh pits from both Punk and Metal shows intercut with footage of Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco wrestling before the two women make their way down to ringside.
Justin: Weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred an forty eight pounds, they are Jessie Salco, and the SCW Bombshell World Champion, Amy Marshall, The Punk and Metal Connection!
Jessie gets a running start before jumping into the ring and Amy follows her in as the two women look at their opponents.
DING DING DING!
Jessie Salco starts in the ring with Delia and the two women meet in the center, but Delia doesn't wait for Salco to strike first. Delia instantly drills Salco with a fist to the eye sending Salco backwards. Delia follows up with a knee strike to the gut, backing Salco against the ropes. Delia moves in and starts to nail Salco with shots to the face.
Simone: Delia is not playing nice tonight.
Adams: Anyone would think she's a little upset at losing her title.
Delia whips Salco to the ropes and moves to the center of the ring. As Salco returns, Delia drops her head and lifts her over with a back body drop. She turns around and drops down to her knees and starts to slam hard shots in to Salco's head, forcing Drew Patton to step in and pull Delia off. Delia shouts at Drew, pulling his attention away from Jessie as Jessie gets to her feet. Mercedes moves in behind Drew and quickly takes Salco down with a clothesline before rolling out of the ring. Delia pushes past Drew and stomps on Salco. She pulls Salco to her feet and puts a boot in her gut before flipping her over with a monkey flip, sending Salco flying across the ring. Salco gets to her feet and runs towards Delia, but Delia ducks underneath an arm and moves behind, wrapping her arms around Salco and lifting her over with a German suplex! Delia keeps Salco's shoulders pinned to the canvas and Drew drops down to make the count
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Jessie rolls her shoulder up!
Simone: This is a very different Delia that we're seeing tonight.
Adams: German suplex, in German, can't get more authentic than that.
Delia pulls Salco to her feet, but Salco sweeps Delia's legs away. She puts Delia's feet under her arms and drops backwards, sending Delia flying across the ring with a slingshot! Delia flies chest first in to the ring ropes and Salco gets to her feet, stalking the former Bombshell World Champion. As Delia stumbles backwards, Salco leapfrogs on to Delia's back and flips her over with a reverse hurricanruna, driving Delia's head in to the canvas. Salco looks towards the top rope and quickly moves towards the turnbuckle and pulls herself up on top. She turns to face the ring before diving off with a swanton bomb and connecting! Jessie pulls herself over Delia and Drew drops down to make the count
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Delia kicks out!
Adams: Delia was nearly beat for the second time in two matches there!
Salco gets to her feet and pulls Delia with her, pulling her hand back and slamming a hard shot to the jaw of Delia. Salco pulls her in close for a suplex, but Delia pushes her off. Salco runs towards Delia, but Delia ducks out of the way and moves towards her corner, reaching out and tagging in Mercedes.
Simone: Delia didn't want any part of a fired up Jessie Salco.
Mercedes enters the ring, only to be met with a dropkick from Jessie, sending the Argentine back against the ropes. Mercedes bounces off the ropes and back towards Salco, jumping up and catching the metal head with a flipping clothesline, with Mercedes landing on her feet!
Adams: How did she land that...
As Salco moves on to her knees, Mercedes spins around with a spinning roundhouse kick, catching Salco in the back of her head. Salco crumbles forward and Mercedes stays on the attack, waiting for Salco to return to her knees and catches her with a running knee smash. Mercedes pulls Salco to her feet and spins around with a discus clothesline, knocking Salco back in to the corner. Mercedes charges at Salco and jumps with a splash. As Salco stumbles out of the corner, Mercedes wrenches Salco's arm and nails her with a hook kick to the jaw.
Simone: Two to Tango!
Mercedes drops down for the cover and Drew drops down to make the count
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Jessie throws her shoulder up!
Simone: Mercedes came close there.
Adams: And Amy is dying to get in the ring.
On the outside, Amy stands on the bottom rope, jumping up and down. Back in the ring, Mercedes pulls Salco to her feet and pulls her in for a short arm clothesline but Salco ducks underneath and spins Mercedes around. She hooks up her head drops Mercedes down with a DDT. The crowd burst in to cheers as Salco gets to her feet, and runs towards the ropes. With one quick movement, Salco gets on the top rope and turns around. Mercedes returns to her feet and Salco flies off with a missile dropkick, connecting perfectly with Mercedes chin. Salco tries to crawl to her corner, but Mercedes grabs her ankle in desperation, but Jessie rolls on to her back and kicks Mercedes in the face, breaking her grip, before rolling backwards towards her corner, she springs to her feet and dives towards Amy's out stretched hand and tags her in!
Simone: SCW World Bombshell champion is in.
Adams: Or is it SCW Bombshell World Champion.... I'm confused since they renamed these things.
Amy starts off like a house on fire, taking down Mercedes with a clothesline. Mercedes gets back on to her feet and Amy takes her down with a second clothesline. Amy bounces off the ropes, leaping on them and using them as a springboard and bounces back, catching Mercedes with a spinning back elbow. Amy pulls Mercedes to her feet, kicking her in the gut and hooking her up for a snap DDT, dropping the champion down to the canvas. Amy gets to her feet and looks at the fallen Mercedes, dropping a quick leg across the champions chest. Amy jumps back up to her feet as the crowd cheer her on and pulls Mercedes back to her feet. Amy kicks Mercedes in the gut and hooks her head up, swinging around and nailing a swinging neckbreaker. Amy goes for the cover and Drew drops down to make the count
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Mercedes kicks up!
Adams: Amy seems to have a new lease of life since becoming the champion.
Amy pulls Mercedes to her feet but Mercedes spins her away from the referee and catches Amy with a thumb to the eye. The crowd boo as Mercedes drags Amy to the ropes and pulls her face along the top rope, scraping it along to the corner. Amy thrashes her hands wildly but Mercedes takes her to the corner and slam her head in to the turnbuckle. Amy falls to the floor and Mercedes puts a boot on Amy's throat. Drew counts up to four before Mercedes lets go and smirks at Drew. She steps back and waits as Amy gets back to her feet. As she does, Mercedes steps in, nailing her with a superkick!
Simone: Be Still My Heart!
Adams: Why? Is it fluttering?
Simone: It's the name of the move!
Mercedes rolls Amy on to her back and goes for the cover. Drew drops down to make the count
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Amy forces Mercedes off
Simone: That was close!
Mercedes pulls Amy over to her corner, throwing her in to in. Amy hits it hard and drops to the canvas, and Delia puts her hand out for the tag. Mercedes tags in Delia and the two start to stomp away at Amy. Drew runs over, telling Mercedes to get out of the ring, but Mercedes points to Jessie Salco running in the ring. Drew turns to Jessie, grabbing her as Delia drops down and chokes Amy with her diamond necklace!
Simone: Drew needs to get some control in here!
Mercedes warns Delia as Drew turns back, and steps out of the ring. Delia pulls Amy up from the corner and pushes her hard, back first in to the turnbuckle. Delia slams an elbow in to Amy's head before pulling her out of the corner and charging with a running bulldog, slamming Amy's face in to the canvas. Delia picks Amy up and lifts her in a scoop slam, dropping her hard on her back! Delia kicks Amy in the ribs and steps back, waiting for Amy to return to her feet. As she does, Delia spins around with a chick kick, catching Amy in the face. Amy drops to the canvas and Delia drops down for the cover. Drew drops down to make the count
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Amy kicks out with force
Adams: One hell of a kick out!
Amy gets to her knees while Delia gets to her feet. Delia swings a leg at Amy but Amy catches it and stands up. She pulls Delia over with a dragon screw leg whip, sending her flying across the ring. Delia rolls to her feet but Amy charges in with a flying forearm smash, knocking Delia to the canvas. Delia looks surprised as the champion pulls her to her feet, taking her by the arm and running her towards the ropes. Amy jumps up on the middle rope and springboards off, pulling Delia over with a springboard arm drag. Delia rolls to her feet at the same time Amy does, but Amy strikes first with a superkick to the jaw! Amy moves to the corner and climbs on the top rope. She leaps off with a shooting star press, crushing Delia below her! She stays on top and Drew drops down to make the count
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Delia barely kicks out!
Adams: I thought that was over there!
Amy sits up and pulls Delia to her feet but Delia grabs her head and drops down with a sit out jaw breaker! Both women lay on the floor, turning towards their corners and slowly crawling towards their partners. Both women simulataniously reach out and tag their partners in. Salco and Mercedes meet in the middle of the ring with Salco taking advantage, clubbing in heavier shots. Mercedes fires back with a hard right hand of her own, sending Salco rocking back but Salco jumps back in with a superman punch, knocking Mercedes against the ropes.
Adams: Mike Tyson would have been proud of that punch.
Salco moves towards the ropes, raising devil horns to the fans and head banging.
Simone: I think Jessie might be looking to end Mercedes!
Salco grabs hold of the top rope and springboards backwards as Mercedes steps in, looking for the circle pit, but Mercedes hits the canvas and Salco flies over her.
Simone: Quick thinking from Mercedes!
Mercedes gets back to her feet and lifts a hurt Salco to hers. She lifts her up in a reverse Death Valley Driver and drops her!
Simone: Black Rose Overdrive!
Mercedes hooks the leg and Drew drops down to make the count
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DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of the match, Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas.... THE MEAN GIRLS!
Simone: Mercedes Vargas and Delia Darling have defeated The Metal and Punk Connection...
Adams: Both Mean Girls left Blaze Of Glory IV without their title belts but now both women have got back on winning ways and put the Mean Girls back on the map!
Mercedes moves towards Delia, raising her partners hand.
Simone: That can only mean that we will get more and more Mean Girls egos on our show.
Adams: Oh joy.
Simone: But thankfully not tonight.... we're out of time here, so join us next week as our European leg of our tour takes us to Romania! I'm Belinda Simone, for Jason Adams, good night.
THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, The Lord MK, Dustin, Annie, Andy, Maggie, Roxi, Sean Jackson, Lord Raab, Natalie McKinley, Jenny, Mercedes Vargas. Also thanks again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who is a part of SCW.