Mercedes offers a noncommittal shrug, which gets even more boos from the crowd.

Mercedes: Roxi and Keira wanted to send a message? Message received, loud and clear. And with that being said, on behalf of the Mean Girls, have I got a message for them, and they both might want to pay attention to every word.

Mercedes distances herself from PW and now turns to address the audience.

Mercedes: As far as we're concerned, the beatings WILL continue just as it did for the past four weeks, just as it did last week, and just as it will tonight. And you know what the best part is, there’s not a damn thing the "Superfriends" can do about it, except watch what happens later tonight when Delia and Partner to Be Named beats Twisted Sister and the Iron Maiden within an inch of their pathetic lives, that's almost a guarantee. And just because Roxi and Keira tempted us last week, maybe we will make tonight's go-home show extra special with another beatdown or two, or three or five or even ten. It's the least we can do.

Mercedes smiles. The camera zooms in on her face as she continues.

Mercedes:You see, Team Zero, the feeling is mutual. We're not afraid. Hell, I'm not afraid. Look at me, do I looked scared? Do I looked intimidated? Do I look even the LEAST bit fazed?

Mercedes mouths the word "no" while shaking her head firmly. Her eyes piercing through the camera lens.

Mercedes:That's because I'm the Argentine Assassin. And you have nooooo idea what you and your friends got yourselves into. With all the chaos going on lately, I can understand why you never thought this through, Roxanne. Want some friendly advice? Find an exit strategy and fast, because you're about to do something you'll live to regret. If you want peace, prepare for war. If you want blood, you got it. You want to throw down the gauntlet, do you? You and Keira want to send out messages, warnings and ultimatums, be the heroes and have Amy and Natalie tag along? I bet it was music to their ears. Fine. It's your funeral. Make no mistake, sweetheart, you don't have allies, you have victims of circumstance. And as the pied piper, you're only leading them to their deaths.

Crowd: BORING! BORING! BORING!

Mercedes holds her hand to heart, showing mock sympathy.

Mercedes: Well, don't look at me. I'm not holding you hostage, you're all free to leave, really. Go to the bathroom, buy a t-shirt, go to the concession stand, throw yourself down a flight of stairs for all I care. Only, when you decide to come back, I hope you're locked out of the arena. And Roxi, I'm sorry you don't agree with the Mean Girls or how we do things, but just because it makes you uncomfortable watching us kick the asses of Bombshells we think are downright pathetic, we're not going to stop just because you tell us to. See, because whether you agree with our methods or not, it really doesn't matter. You can't sit with us, you can't hang with us, and we're like Teflon because you can't touch us. I guess that makes the Mean Girls the "certified villains", doesn't it? It's a great day for us all.

A "what" chant starts up after every other sentence, though Mercedes seemingly ignores it at first.

Mercedes: You have sworn to stop us in our tracks, but, uh, tell me something, when has winning titles and pointless matches really stopped us from accomplishing our goals? Silly rabbit, you can hope and dream and pray all you want and come together to try and stop us, but you're only wasting your time. Because when you mess with the best, you go down like the rest. The Sisters of Light failed, the Chastain siblings failed, Team Super Sprinkles Unicorn Lovers failed...Oh, my God. Did I just say that out loud?

Mercedes faces takes on a repulsed expression before she lightly shakes her head.

Mercedes: Are you sensing a pattern, Roxanne? WHAT chance do you or your friends have against us? That was a rhetorical question. The answer which, is, you guessed it, zero. But go ahead and ignore me, chickadees, everyone else around here does. Strike a pose, like so...

As the camera zooms back out to frame her, Mercedes places her fists on her hips, puffs her chest out a little more and gazes into the heavens. The classic superhero pose. She holds this stance a little more before it falls apart by an explosion of laughter and she gives up entirely after that. She settles down and waves off the camera with her hand.

Mercedes: And watch WHAT happens tonight because you're in for a treat.

Seemingly annoyed by the "what" chants by now, Mercedes fast-talks her way, not letting the fans ruins her mood.

Mercedes: Come one, come all! Hurry, hurry, step right up! It's the greatest show in town. Six acts under one roof for a single admission. And for one night only, see the ones they call “Twisted Sister” and the "Iron Maiden" get completely annihilated right here in Malaga, Spain! Guaranteed to be amazed. Don't let this moment pass you by!

Pussy: And any final words for Roxi or Jessie at the supershow at Mayhem in Morocco?

Mercedes reveals her clipboard and with a sweep of her hand, she highlights the names that she has taken out in 2015. Her finger stops in the middle of the page where Roxi and Jessie's names have been heavily crossed out from having beaten them in previous encounters.

Mercedes: As for my match in two weeks, just as Mark said, no one is getting favors from me, and Roxi and Jessie are in for a lesson they won't soon forget. Best of all, I get to relieve Roxi from ruining another title. Lord knows after her first two runs with the Bombshell Championship, we can't go through THAT again. So, in two weeks, at Mayhem in Morocco in Casablanca, the Mean Girls – the most dominant SCW Bombshells right now on the current roster let alone the most dominant stable in HISTORY – return to prominence and once again leave with gold around our waist. Sorry not sorry.

Pussy: Mercedes, thank you for your time.

Mercedes: No, PW, thank you. The pleasure was all yours. And Malaga, Spain...THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!

Mercedes drops her microphone with flair as a cheesy grin crosses her face, adding a patronizing wink at the crowd for good measure. Sending an arrogant air kiss at the crowd, she turns and leaves the ring by way of the steel steps to overwhelming boos and our scene heads elsewhere.

The video cuts to the upper level where Sean Jackson, Pamela, Marshall and Vanessa are being seated. As they are finally in their chairs, Scott Oliver steps into view. With microphone in hand, Scott acts like he was invited to the skybox.

Scott: So this is what the skyboxes look like from the inside...

He nods his head.

Scott: Interesting.

Not expecting Scott to be there, Sean almost jumps out of his seat. However, it doesn't take him long to regain his composure.

Sean: What are you doing Scott?

Still looking around the box, Stoner doesn't hear the question.

Sean: SCOTT!!!

That snaps him back to reality, almost clocking Sean with the microphone.

Scott: Wh...what?

He almost forgets why he's in the skybox to begin with. Then Scott finally remembers it was to interview Sean Jackson.

Scott: Oh, yeah. So Sean, with you not being scheduled to wrestle tonight, are you here strictly as a spectator? or do you have something planned up for the main event?

Sean develops that "who me?" expression.

Sean: Main event? there's a main event tonight?

He exchanges glances with Pamela and Marshall, then turns his attention back to Scott Oliver.

Sean: Why Scott, what main event do you speak of?

Of course Scott Oliver doesn't buy the ruse. But because it is Sean Jackson, he is willing to give the benefit of the doubt.

Scott: Umm, the main event involving Gabriel and Andrew Watts.

Sean smirks.

Sean: You don't say?

As he begins to rub his chin, you can tell the wheels are spinning.

Sean: I guess that means I'll have to pay very, VERY close attention to it then...

He then begins to shoo Scott away with his hand.

Sean: So if you don't mind, I'm here as a fan. So beat it.

With that, Scott takes the hint and takes a step back as the scene shifts away.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 186 pounds….Old Skool!

Old Skool make his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring. The sinsational man of few words but he is always about the fans when he comes out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd. Don't get me wrong this man may act the gentleman now but once he gets in that ring no one is his friend when standing against him. Just look at those eyes they went from bright and shiny to dark and ominous.

Justin: And his opponent…

Before Justin can complete his introductions the lights dim as a fairly familiar quote starts to play over the PA.

“Come on God, answer me. For years I'm asking you why? Why are the innocent dead and the guilty alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? Or have you already answered? Have you already said to the world: "Here is Justice? Here is Punishment! Here, in Me?"

Simone: That quote again?

Adams: Wait, is it just me or is there a band on stage?

The lights come back on and indeed a band has set up shop on the stage and is playing the intro to the song Punishment and indeed it is the band who wrote the song originally, the song goes for a couple of minutes before the first lyrics are spoken at which point Steve, Andreas and Cyrus join them on stage.

Biohazard Members: I question not me, it only happens to others. I can't deny reality as life gets smothered!

At which point the song kicks into high gear and the trio start headbanging on stage with them.

Simone: Something tells me Steve funded this, Jason stop headbanging!

Adams: Awww….

Billy Hembel: If the lines can be read between maybe you can tell me then what it all means cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene

After the first lyrics Steve joins Billy Graziadei on back-up vocals for the next verse.

Steve and Billy: Locked down, I gotta get it out impending doom, a cloud above my head why me? My faith has been devout blasphemous? Am I better off dead?

The song continues as normal as the trio headbang with the song, the song ends and the Steve walks out to the middle of the ramp as Billy takes the mic one last time.

Billy: THANK YOU SCW! Remember the past, because history fucking repeats itself! And now, STEVE RAMONE RETURNS!

The band leave the stage and, whilst stage hands work quickly to get the band's equipment backstage, Steve poses on the ramp with his arms outstretched before fireworks go off and “Metal Health (Bang Your Head) by Quiet Riot starts to play over the speaks as Steve spins around and yells out:

Steve: I'M BACK BABY!

Simone: I'm already missing the period where he was suspended.

Adams: I'm not!

Steve spins around as the lyrics kick in and starts marching down the ramp with a big grin on his face alongside Cyrus and Andreas, he enters the ring and poses as a massive banner drops down with the following message on it:

“WELCOME BACK STEVE!”

Justin: Err, from Queens, New York weighing in at 200lbs, “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!

Simone: I can't believe I'm saying this but I think we've found someone with a bigger ego than Mark AND the Mean Girls combined.

Adams: That's an ego the size of a planet!

DING! DING! DING!

Old Skool dives across the ring with an impressive takedown to start the match. He straddles Steve and starts to land hard shots on his skull. Holly Wood tries to back him off but he doesn't let up, delivering thunderous shots to the head of Ramone.

Simone: Welcome back, Steve.

After delivering even more blows, Old Skool gets up and raises his hands into the crowd and the Spain natives cheer him. He goes and grabs Steve, peels him up off of the mat, and scoops him into a hard body slam. He bounces off of the ropes and lands a fist across the face of Ramone. He stands up and then drops a hard leg across the neck of Steve, which forces the returning Ramone to grab his throat in pain. Old Skool goes for the cover and Holly Wood drops down for the count.

One!

Two!

Steve kicks out at the last second.

Simone: Steve's big return was almost foiled pretty quick there, Jason.

Adams: What a big blow to that oversized ego that would've been, Belinda.

Old Skool, back on his feet, grabs Steve and picks him up off of the canvas. He whips him hard into the corner and follows him in hard with a European uppercut. He lands a few more hard shots and then darts directly across the six-sided ring. He comes flying back and lands a flying corner dropkick and Steve slumps down into the corner. Trying to keep inflicting the pain, Old Skool inserts his boot into Steve's throat and Holly Wood starts a count.

One! Two! Three! Four!

Old Skool lets go and walks around the ring a bit in a small celebration. The crowd claps for him in appreciation of putting the hurt on Ramone. He turns to run back into the corner but as he gets, Ramone sidesteps out of the way and sends Old Skool shoulder first into the steel ring post. Steve slides out of the ring to give himself a breather, talking with Andreas at ringside, as Old Skool falls backward onto the mat. After a moment Ramone jumps up on to the apron and gets back in the ring. He goes to grab Old Skool but the craft veteran kicks him hard in the gut which backs Ramone up a bit. Steve, getting angry, lunges on top of Old Skool and starts dropping a barrage of heavy bombs on to the skull of Old Skool.

Simone: Steve Ramone getting aggressive here.

After a few moments Steve stands up and throws his arms up in the air causing the Malaga crowd to boo thunderously. Steve goes to grab Old Skool but again the veteran inserts a boot into Steve's mid-section. This time, Old Skool jumps up and lands a picture perfect standing dropkick, which drops Steve to the mat and elicits a massive reaction from the crowd. As both men get back to their feet, Old Skool jumps up and delivers another beautiful standing dropkick. The second dropkick sends Ramone flying through the ropes and down to ringside. Immediately, Cyrus King and Andreas Bergfalk run over and check on him.

Adams: Look out!

As Bergfalk and King check on Ramone, Old Skool darts across the ring and hops over the ropes, crashing down onto all three men and the crowd goes wild. Old Skool hops up to his feet and grabs Ramone, slamming his face into the steel barricade. He grabs him and sends him flying into the steps. Showing his sportsmanship, Old Skool grabs Steve and throws him back into the ring. He climbs back up onto the apron and then springboards himself into a senton before covering up Ramone. Holly Wood drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Simone: Ramone gets a shoulder up!

Holly Wood throws up two fingers and the match continues. Old Skool goes to pick Steve up off of the mat again but Ramone, thinking quickly on his feet, sticks a thumb into Old Skool's eye and then pulls him down with a schoolboy roll up. Holly Wood drops down for the count.

One!

Adams: Ramone can't hang on as Old Skool kicks out in just one.

Both men jump to their feet. Ramone grabs Old Skool and goes to whip him into the ropes but Old Skool reverses and sends Steve crashing right into...Holly Wood!

Adams: Oh no, Holly Wood is down!

Simone: She…he…Holly looks hurt!

Old Skool goes to check on Holly Wood and as he does, Steve tries to run and blindside him. The crafty Old Skool once again side steps him and plants a boot into his stomach. He grabs Ramone by the head lifts him up, and slams his face down into the mat with a Cradle DDT!

Simone: SUSPENSION!

Old Skool goes to flip Steve Ramone over and go for the cover but Holly Wood is still knocked out. He hops up, with Steve Ramone knocked out called in the center of the ring, and goes to see if he can revive Holly Wood. Seizing their opportunity, Andreas and Cyrus slide into the ring.

Simone: Oh great, this is fair.

As Old Skool turns around he is met with a vicious clothesline from hell from Cyrus King which sends him toppling through the air. Andreas walks over and peels him up off of the mat and drives him back down hard with a powerbomb. He grabs Steve and drags him across the ring, setting him on top of Old Skool who is now out cold. Cyrus gets Holly Wood's attention who is finally coming to and she goes over to count.

Adams: This isn't right.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner...Steve Ramone!

Old Skool rolls out of the ring as Cyrus and Andreas help Steve to his feet. They both hold up Steve's arms as Steve begins to celebrate his victory.

Simone: Can you believe he's actually celebrating this? He didn't earn that?

Adams: Typical Steve, Belinda. Wait...what's that?

From behind the ring a masked man sneaks in immediately attacks all three men from behind.

Simone: That's the Dark Defender!

Damian grabs Cyrus and with an impressive feat of strength tosses the big man over the top rope and down to the concrete.

Adams: Wow! Did you see that?

Steve quickly orders Andreas to attack the Dark Defender and then promptly sneaks out of the ring and runs up the ramp. He watches from the top of the ramp as Andreas backs Damian into the corner with a few hard shots but the Defender doesn't seem phased. He grabs Andreas, spins him around, and locks in a sleeper lock.

Simone: Here it comes!

Damian launches Andreas over his head with a sleeper suplex.

Simone: DELIRIUM!

The Dark Defender gets up and stares up at Steve who looks like he's seen a ghost. Damian points up to Ramone before grabbing Andreas up off of the mat and lifting him into a fireman's carry.

Simone: Look's like Andreas is going for a ride!

Adams: Tell me when he's gone. I can't look…I'm scared.

Damian whips Andreas around and slams him down onto the mat with a F-5.

Simone: The ERADICATOR!

The Defender again gets up and points at Ramone who starts to scream inaudible threats back down the Damian.

Simone: I think we might have just seen a challenge for Mayhem in Morocco issued by Damian the Dark Defender. What do you think Jason? Jason? Get out from underneath the table!

Adams: Is he gone yet?

Simone: Get serious. Climax Control rolls on and we'll be right back after these messages.

The crowd ignites with scattered cheers and boos as the SCW-Tron shows the backstage area of the Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena, where roving reporter, Miss Rocky Mountains, is in a discussion with the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, aka Synn.

Miss Rocky: Yes, so Mark isn't sure what to make of it. He hired David Bisbal to open the show like every other show we've had so far but apparently the man reneged on the deal or just flat out disappeared.

Synn folds his arms and nods with a frown.

Synn: Now that is strange.

Miss Rocky: I know, right? SCW has paid these singers very well for these one-time spots and he just no shows? It's strange to say the very least.

Synn: Indeed.

Miss Rocky Mountains then smiles and sighs.

Miss Rocky: Oh well, water under the bridge. I have an interview to conduct, so I'll be going.

Synn nods.

Synn: If you find out any more about what happened, do let me know. Now I'm curious.

Miss Rocky: Will do!

A that being said, the busty reporter vanishes from the backstage area to conduct her business. A thump is then heard emanating from behind the door Synn is leaning against. He grasps the knob and pulls the door open, and there is renowned Spanish singer, David Bisbal...

... hog tied on the floor with a thick piece of duct tape over his mouth and his shirt torn off and wrapped around his head as a blind fold. Synn stares down at the prone form as his muffled protests go unheard while he struggles. Synn then looks out into the hall...

Synn: Merry Christmas to me.

And he steps into the closet and shuts the door behind him...

Goth can be seen backstage before his match with his wife holding his hands as his stick can be seen in the corner of the room

Sapphira: Goth, please. Its not too late to tell them that you want out, that you cant compete no more. That....,

Goth cuts her off with a finger upon her lips. He shakes his head no as he does not want to hear anything about it.

Goth: Dear Sapphira, I know you love me. You have the best intentions for me and you to live a life as a happy couple. I want our babies, I want our hapiness. But I want these demons to be gone, I want them to be die off with me beating Shipman one day.

Sapphira: But...,

Goth kisses her lips and nods his head understanding

Goth: Do this for me, I will make you realize why I have to do this my love. If not.... then I'll think about it.....,

With that the two kiss each other one more time before Goth asks for his stick and the two walk off.

As the fans anticipate the match between Drexel Matheson and Goth, the scene shifts to the skybox where Sean Jackson and company are still seated. Sean is enjoying a glass of champagne as he looks toward the ring.

Sean: How the mighty have fallen? Drexel goes from the man who screwed me out of the world title, to a man about to be destroyed by Goth.

Joining in, Marshall Owens can't resist adding his own two cents.

Marshall: He will forever regret that mistake. His one shot at greatness, ripped from his hands like candy from a baby.

Enjoying the taste, Sean lets another sip of champagne wet his pallet. As a smile forms, his eyes slowly close.

Sean: Ah yes, the best seats in the house. I can't wait to see Goth drop that chump like a bad habit.

Sean snickers.

Sean: Like he could ever be world champion material.

The scene shifts to ringside.

Justin: The following contest is a singles match, introducing first...

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

Justin: 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.

Justin: And his opponent...

DING DING DING

Man in the Box hits through the sound system as the arena goes black except for a bright white light that shines through the entire entrance way. On the Titan Tron we see the name Goth appear with the figure of the classic clip of Alice In Chains with the sown shut eyes emerges behind the name.

Justin: From New York City, New York, weighing in at two hundred and forty nine pounds, he is Goth!

The figure that we know is Goth emerges with Sapphira by his side, holding his stick in his hand for blind and visiual impared as he moves to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps with the stick in front of him, helping hi mto climb the steps. He climbs through the ropes and hands Sapphira his stick before kissing her mouth and watches her walk to the time keeper.

Goth and Drexel begin to circle each other as the crowd doesn't seem to be all that into the match. Drexel gets the upper hand by driving a boot into Goth's gut. Drexel follows it up with a hard right hand to his jaw. Goth tilts back and forth as Drexel goes for another right hand.

Simone: From the sound of this crowd, these two are not entertaining.

Adams is busy looking at a magazine while the match continues. Goth ducks the attempted right hand and runs toward the ring ropes. He bounces off the ring ropes and connects with a hard clothesline. Goth runs toward the farside ring ropes and comes back towards Drexel. Drexel lies down in front of him causing Goth to jump over him. Goth stops in his tracks as Drexel jumps up to his feet.

Adams: This story is very good.

Simone: Jason, are you even paying attention to this match?

Adams: Nope. This story in this magazine is way more interesting than these two.

Drexel points to head thinking he outsmarted Goth but right as he turns around. He gets met with a jumping cutter.

Simone: Close Your Eyes

Adams: Okie dokie

Goth shoots the half as Drew Patton slides into position

1

2

3

The bell sounds as Goth slithers to a knee.

Justin: Here is your winner....GOTH!!!

Simone: Holy hell that was a quick match.

Adams: If it was written, I'd say like three hundred words maybe.

Simone: What are you going on about?

Adams: I'd be saying that Goth has destroyed someone in less than three hundred words... because he is a triple crown champion and all around meanie.

Goth is standing on the entrance ramp facing the ring, celebrating a short match when suddenly Shipman attacks from behind with a chair. Goth goes down and Shipman continues swinging, the shots echoing throughout the arena. The chair is almost folded in half from wrapping around Goth's body. Shipman tosses it aside and grabs Goth, dragging him to the back. Goth tries to fight back, landing a few good punches on Shipman but gets tossed into a wall for his efforts. Shipman eventually brings Goth to a locker room. While Goth starts getting an upper hand and the two begin exchanging punches. Just when Goth is about to put Shipman down, he gets hit by a low blow. Shipman begins smiling as he opens up a locker as Goth is on the ground and pulls out a brown bag. Goth begins to get up only to get hit in the side of the head by the bag. Thick glass, brownish color liquid, and pieces of what look like a Jack Daniels label go everywhere.

Shipman: You stupid son of a bitch, I told you not to piss me off.

Shipman stomps Goth a couple times. Goth is rolling around in the whisky on the floor, coughing, trying to get up. Shipman grabs him by the hair and drags him out.

Shipman: I got one more present for you.

The cameras follow as Shipman pulls Goth through some doors eventually outside the arena. Shipman slams Goth's head into the side of a semi-trailer. Blood is left on the side of the trailer as Goth's limp body slides to the ground. Shipman goes to the back of the trailer and opens it up. By now security and officials have appeared to try and stop the attack. Shipman shoves some out of the way and punches others. He walks back to Goth who is still out cold on the ground. Shipman picks him up and places him on his shoulder, carrying Goth to the back of the trailer and tossing the limp body in. The camera angle reveals inside the trailer is a piece of the “House of Fun” wall propped on it's side. The officials are begging Shipman to stop. There is pure anger and hatred on his face and in his eyes as he sets Goth up for a crucifix powerbomb. Without hesitation, he tosses Goth onto the barbed wire. Goth does a little bounce as hair and possibly flesh stick to the barbs. Blood is dripping onto the floor of the trailer. Shipman takes a moment to look at what he has done.

Shipman: This is just a taste of what you have in store for Morocco.

Slowly he walks away. Officials and medics rush the trailer to attend to Goth who is starting to get tangled in the barb wire as he tries to get out.

Official: Just stay still, will get you. I NEED CUTTERS. WHO'S GOT CUTTERS.

Medic: Stay with us Gerrit. WE NEED OXYGEN, AND GET SOME QUICK-CLOT READY.

The cameras cut to the catering area where Travis is getting something to eat while his personal assistant is going over his agenda.

Shawna Jennings: Mr. Andrews, you have an appointment with Doug Porter on Tuesday.

As Shawna says that Thaddeus Stone comes walking around the corner, bumping into Andrews.

Thaddeus Stone: "If it isn't Mr. D list himself."

Travis is still chewing a bit of his mushroom swiss submarine sandwich as Shawna Jennings looks at Thaddeus with a pu