The crowd is alive with energy inside of Hamad bin Khalifa Stadium in Doha, Qatar. 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 Qatarian singer, Hassan Al Ahmed.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Christian Underwood, Mark Ward, Erik Staggs and everyone in Sin City Wrestling, we would like to welcome you to the famed Hamad bin Khalifa Stadium in Doha, Qatar for Climax Control!
The fans in attendance cheer!
Justin: Now to sing the Qatarian National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Hassan Al Ahmed!
The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Qatarian recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to his and as the music begins to play, Hassan Al Ahmed opens the show...
Hassan Al Ahmed: Qasama-n Qasama-n
Qasama-n biman rafa same?
Qasama-n biman našhraz ziye?
Qat.arun satbaqá x.auratan
Tasmu- birux.i l-aufie?
Si-ru-? ?alá nuhaj ...
Doha, Can you feel it coming in the air tonight?
Simone: Are you kidding me? Is he really going to disrespect the entire nation of Qatar in this manner?
Her broadcast partner completely agrees as he shakes his head from side to side.
Adams: Is he nuts? This isn't Nevada, they kill people around here when they are disrespected.
Simone: Please, accept our deepest apologies for...
As Belinda and Jason were talking....
The lights in the stadium dims as everyone begins to boo. As bright flashes start to burst through out, a dark crimson colored light illuminates the entrance area and a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.
Simone: The actions of Sean Jackson. Trust me, we don't condone this kind of behavior.
Adams: I can't wait for Gabriel and Kain to set this pretender straight.
The boos continue as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, the huge video screen comes to life as letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out through the speakers...
"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 very beautiful women carrying baskets making their way onto the entrance ramp. They are both dressed in scantily fitted attire, low cut with lots of leg showing. They get to the edge of the stage before Sean Jackson and his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson step into view.
Jackson is wearing an expensive Armani suit with the world heavyweight title draped over his shoulder. He is completely motionless while Pamela is wearing a skin tight business skirt that ends mid thigh.
"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."
As he grabs the belt from off his shoulder, a smile begins to form as he slowly raises it towards the ceiling. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way towards the ring.
As the entourage begins to make their way to the ring, the two women reach into their respective baskets and start dropping $100 bills on the ramp for the world heavyweight champion to walk on.
Simone: Can you believe he's just throwing away money?
Adams: Well, it is his money. I guess he can do what he wants to with it.
As soon as they get to the ringside area, the two beautiful women take up positions on either side of the ring steps and continue throwing money.
Sean and Pamela soon reach the steps and begin walking up, making sure to walk on the money instead of the steel part of the steps. Even as they enter the ring, the world heavyweight champion makes sure to walk on the money, instead of the canvas.
Simone: Oh, so now he can only walk on money?
Adams: Well, he is the world champion.
Belinda has a shocked look on her face as she shoots a look towards Jason.
Simone: Don't tell me you are buying into this garbage?
Adams: No, oh hell no. I'm just saying that since he is the champion, he can pretty much do whatever he wants. Besides, he did pull off one helluva...
Jason never gets to finish as Sean takes out a microphone and begins talking as the women continue tossing $100 bills in the ring.
Sean: Gabriel....
Still smiling, Sean sneaks a peak at the world championship belt that is once again resting on his shoulder.
Sean: I warned you...
He turns his attention back to the camera and the fans.
Sean: Didn't I?
The smile slowly disappears.
Sean: I warned you about sticking your nose in my business. But just like all the other brain dead hacks in SCW....
Sean leans on the top rope.
Sean: You refused to listen.
He shrugs.
Sean: But I bet you're listening to me now. Tell me Gabriel, how did it feel when my knee crashed into the back of your skull last week?
Slowly the camera pans in close on the Mental Rapist.
Sean: Better yet, how did it feel leaving Riyadh empty handed? knowing that all your magic, all your so called wrestling skills....
He taps the face plate that bares his name.
Sean: Wasn't enough to stop me?
As he backs away from the ropes, Pamela begins to clap. But now there is a subtle change on the face of the world champion. It isn't enough to simply gloat over winning the championship, he wants to destroy Gabriel from within.
Sean: But don't feel too bad Gabs, there wasn't a single soul in that locker room that could have. I destroyed six other men in Morocco just to win King of the Hill, including your little buddy Despayre. Then, just as I said I was going to do, I strolled down to the ring in the Kingdom of Saud, and destroyed you and Kain in front of the world....
He lifts the title belt up and raises it high.
Sean: For this.
Simone: I seem to remember it a little differently. I remember Gabriel telling Sean to cash in during a twitter battle and Sean backing down.
Adams: You're right Belinda. Sean chickened out like a little b...
Sean: So as far as I'm concerned, you're all totally beneath me. With one high knee under the hot Arabian sun, I changed the entire wrestling landscape forever, and proved that no one...
He lets the title drop back over his shoulder as he points out towards everyone.
Sean: No one could hold a candle to me.
He points towards someone wearing a TNA shirt.
Sean: Not Travis...
He then points towards another person wearing an Old Skool shirt.
Sean: Definitely not Old Skool...
Sean then stops, a smile creeping over his face as he sees two fans wearing Gabriel and Kain shirts.
Sean: And most certainly not Gabriel and Kain, because it will be a cold day in hell before either steps in the ring with me again.
A thought comes to the world champion's mind as his face lights up. He then turns his attention back to the fan wearing the TNA shirt.
Sean: Oh and by the way, don't you know you're wearing the merchandise of a complete idiot. Last week I offered Travis twenty-five thousand dollars to step into the big time, to show he could take out Gabriel, and he balked
The fan yells back something inaudible, which plays right into the champion's hands.
Sean: That's right, it WAS out of fear. So, I did the practical thing and did the job myself. I should have known better than offering the job to some nobody from Las Vegas. A man who wanted money in hand for doing absolutely nothing. A man who obviously bought into Barack Obama's mantra of putting your hand out and getting something for nothing....
Once again, he points towards everyone in the stadium.
Sean: Just like each and every one of you. I remember when Saddam invaded Kuwait, you people begged my country for help, begging us to protect you. When Saddam destroyed Kuwait City, leaving it in shambles, you stuck your grubby paws out and expected us to pay our own way.
Yeah, now the boos come back.
Sean: This isn't my first rodeo, I know how things operate here now. You spit out a little bit of oil, keep OPEC from running up the prices too high, and then expect billions of dollars to be handed to you for basically nothing....
He then turns his attention back to the camera.
Sean: And why not, I mean it's a cushy set up isn't it? It's just like waiting for the right moment to present itself, and then let one of the bosses basically hand you a world title match. Isn't that right Gabriel?
Of course he's right, he's always right. In his totally skewed world maybe, but in the real world, Sean Jackson is just as guilty.
Sean: Well in my world, the days of just handing things to people is over. Gabriel, you and Kain can go to the back of the line and until someone can prove themselves worthy, there won't be any title matches.
Again the camera pans in, this time tight.
Sean: Ever.
He then lets the mic slide between his fingers, striking the canvas and creating a sonic static that envelops the stadium. The scene shifts back to the announcers as Sean and Pamela exit the ring.
The camera switches to the broadcasters booth where sits Belinda Simone and Jason Adams who is busy stuffing Kleenex up his nose.
Adams: Well that was rude of Sean but we need to get on ... AAAAACHHHOOOOOOO!!! Oop! Sorry! I'll clean that up later!
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, breaking new ground in Qatar. I'm Belinda Simone....
Adams: And I'm ... sick and on meds so screw this! Let's get on with the good stuff!
The crowd is already murmuring with excitement as "Ladies And Gentleman" starts to play over the speakers. Kain and his manager, Ariel, step out from backstage and stand on the center of the ramp, gazing at the crowd from left to right as they cheer them on endlessly. Taking her hand, Kain guides Ariel down the ramp and the couple climb up the steps to the ring. Pulling down two opposite ropes, Kain lets Ariel through before stepping into the ring himself. He gets a microphone from the announcer and looks out at the crowd as his name is being chanted throughout the entire arena. Obviously upset about something on his mind, he decides to speak to the crowd and get it off his chest.
Kain: Last week, I was given the opportunity of a lifetime, to face against the very best of the business for the top prize in Sin City Wrestling! I knew that I had my work cut out for me and I devoted all of my time and energy to that match, knowing that it could make or break me at this point in my career. Gabriel is not your Average Joe! In fact, he took on every single competitor that both Mark and Christian threw at him and he destroyed them all. So the task at hand would not be easy by any stretch of the imagination!
He nods his head in approval and smiles wickedly at the crowd, who are now quiet and are eager to hear what he has to say.
Kain: So when I stepped inside the ring, under that intense heat of course, I looked at Gabriel, he looked at me, we nodded to each other out of respect and we clashed for the biggest prize of them all - the SCW Heavyweight championship belt! It was everything that I expected it to be and so much more. It was brutal and chaotic! Neither one of us would give each other any inclination that it would be an easy fight to complete from start to finish. Not to mention the fact that we dedicated this match to our late, but amazing friend Hank Henry III, whom we miss dearly, so it was more than just a match...it was an emotional rollercoaster! But one way or another, a winner would be determined and that's what both of us wanted to find out. Would I finally do what I knew to be possible, even though many thought it would be impossible? Or would Gabriel, the man of the hour, walk away with another successful title defense? We had to know those answers badly and eventually, we would have been given our answers to those questions, except for one man...
Kain turns to look at the camera that's inside the ring and point at it.
Kain: Sean "The Mental Rapist" Jackson!
Once the name was heard all over the arena, the audience started to boo the new SCW Heavyweight champion relentlessly. Kain once again nods with approval before speaking once more.
Kain: That man ruined everything for the both of us that night! First, he knocked me out with that briefcase of his so that I wouldn't prove to be any threat to him. Second, he cashed in for the match and not only embarrassed the former champ, but pinned him for the count and to get the SCW Heavyweight championship belt! Now, normally, if it was any other opponent out there, I would have just said "Oh good! Let the man fry under God's hot sun for all I care and allow all the spoils to go to me!" But this is Gabriel we are talking about, the man who wiped out all of the competition and did whatever it took to win that belt, no matter the cost. Gabriel should've had a chance to retain the title successfully against me and he didn't. Instead, like me, he was robbed of that chance and I don't blame him for being angry. Not at me, but at Sean Jackson himself!
The crowd roars with approval as Kain waits for the noise level to die down before speaking again.
Kain: As for me, after what happened last week, I was also humiliated and embarrassed just as much as Gabriel was! All I ever wanted was to be the SCW Heavyweight champion and to do it MY WAY! That's why I declined the stupid, ridiculous offer that Sean Jackson threw at me. I'd rather beat Gabriel or any champion like a man and have him either pinned or make him tap out to a submission maneuver! That didn't happen last week at Riyadah, Saudi Arabia and I'm pissed! I'm pissed at Sean Jackson for ruining my night and holding me back from completing my dream, a life-long dream that I've been thinking of since childhood! There is no way in hell that I am going to let this one go anytime soon, folks! In fact, Sean, if you're listening, it's not over until I SAY it is over!
Kain then turns to the area where the entrance and the Titantron are and speaks towards that direction.
Kain: Now, normally, Mark, Christian, or even Erik...it doesn't matter who really! Normally, I would have just kept my cool about things, but now is not the time. I'm demanding a rematch with Sean Jackson at Into The Void IV and I'm also demanding that Gabriel be involved in the fracas for the SCW Heavyweight championship belt! In other words, I DEMAND either a match against him by myself or have it become a Triple Threat match for the SCW Heavyweight championship belt! So I suggest one of you, if not all of you, come out here NOW and give me, Kain, The King Of Kings, what I feel I rightfully earned and what I rightfully deserve! So get out here and please give me my answer, NOW! Or do I have to go back and beat an answer out of one of you three???
The face of Hot Stuff Mark Ward appears on the screen, to a mixed reaction.
HS: Well you two don't mess around, do ya?
Hot Stuff rolls back in his chair
HS: Both been out here already, both wanting to play games, but you're forgetting a certain Gabriel... here's the thing. Gabriel isn't here, he has wandered off in to the sunset to be Daddy, he doesn't want his return match, but I spoke to Gabriel and he's a man who can sell sand to an arab.... no offense
Hot Stuff smirks
HS: See, I wanted Sean Jackson Vs Gabriel Vs Kain at Into The Void IV: Arabian Fights, but a teddy bear and an idiot must have negotiated this contract that Gabriel has.... well done Christian and Angel.
Hot Stuff shrugs his shoulders
HS: Soooooo Gabriel has not one but two return matches in his contract and he is giving one to you Kain along with this message...
Hot Stuff picks up a piece of paper.
HS: Sorry Sean, his words not mine, but "slaughter the bastard".
The crowd burst in to cheers.
HS: So Into The Void IV, sorry Sean, not even I can do anything about this. Trust me, I tried to kick them to the back of the line but the main event will be Sean Jackson Vs Kain!
The crowd burst in to louder cheers, causing Kain to smile.
HS: But Kain, take it from me, I've been in the ring with you, Sean Jackson is going to destory you.
"Midnight Tornado" plays as Hot Stuff waves at Kain.
Adams: You hear that! Sean Jackson Vs Kain! Into The Void IV! Huge news!
Justin: Our opening contest at SCW Climax Control is scheduled for one fall!
"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd.
Justin: Introducing first, making his way down the aisle! He is accompanied by Steve Ramone, here is one-half of the World Tag Team Champions -- JOSHUA ACQUIN!
As the Tag Champions walk slowly to the ring, they avoid all contact from fans. Once in the ring, Acquin goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms and Steve Ramone applauds.
Justin: Introducing his opponent...!
A spotlight is shone on the ramp as Dark Tiger and Jeremiah stand on the ramp, and they head down the ring. The Fans go wild for them, and Jeremiah fist bumps with the fans.
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin, weighing 290 pounds, he is the 'Dark Tiger' -- SEBASTIAN HARDIN!
Dark Tiger steps over the ring ropes and Jeremiah enters the ring and they get in the ring, and Diamond rips off Jeremiah’s camo pants to reveal his wrestling gear and she kisses Jeremiah and she leaves the ring. Dark Tiger pats Jeremiah on the back as he steps out of the ring and almost immediately Joshua races over and attacks before the bell!
Simone: Joshua Acquin isn't wasting any time!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Acquin has Sebastian in the corner and is peppering him with rights until the "Dark Tiger" grabs him and heaves him up and back around into the corner where he goes on the offense! The much larger Sebastian Hardin pins Joshua Acquin in the corner and is just mauling the stunned grappler with lefts and rights, driving him down onto his butt in the corner where he continues the assault.
Adams: Boy look at the end result when you piss off the big man!
Simone: Well just so long as Sebastian Hardin doesn't think his size alone will be able to take down Joshua Acquin. The man isn't a two-time Tag Champion by luck!
Indeed "Dark Tiger" has no intention of letting up on Joshua as he forces his huge foot against his throat, choking him blatantly in front of Holly Wood!
Adams: Boy he's not happy about that tag team title loss, is he?
Simone: No and he's serving notice to the champions right now that he and Jeremiah want their gold back.
The flamboyant referee starts counting...
1...
"Dark Tiger" breaks at four, then starts in again. Grabbing Joshua's dreads, he jerks the man up and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip and catches him on the rebound with a spine buster into an immediate cover!
2...
3...
4...
Adams: Did the earth move for you too?
Simone: You wish.
1.....
2.....
Joshua kicks out!
Simone: No way was he going to put Joshua Acquin away that fast!
Adams: I used to get quick results in my time.
Simone: Yeah but the wins were all against you.
"Dark Tiger" grabs Joshua and pulls him to his knees, sending him face-first to the mat with a clubbing forearm blow to the back. He grabs him and sends him into the corner and charges in but Joshua brings both feet up into his face, causing "Dark Tiger" to stagger backwards, grabbing his jaw. Joshua hops up onto the middle rope and jumps off, connecting with a spear that takes "Dark Tiger" down onto his back!
Simone: And Acquin gets the big man off of his feet!
Joshua lays into him with a series of shots to the head, returning the assault from earlier.
Simone: I knew the "Dark Tiger" wasn't gonna have an easy time with Joshua.
Adams: Aw I knew that all along.
Joshua gets up off of the mat, pulling "Dark Tiger" up along with him. He sets him up for an Irish whip but the move is reversed and Joshua comes flying off, jumping and laying a flying forearm into Sebastian, staggering him back a step!
Adams: He didn't go down!
Sebastian slaps his hand to his chest and challenges Acquin to try again. Joshua dashes into the ropes and comes off with a second flying forearm!
Simone: And still he does not go down!
Sebastian yells "COME ON!" and for the third straight time, Joshua runs into the ropes but this time he jumps and catches Hardin with a slingblade, finally bringing him crashing down to the mat!
Adams: TIMBER!
Acquin dives on top of Hardin for the cover!
1.....
2.....
And "Dark Tiger" kicks out with a powerful force, throwing Joshua almost on top of the referee!
Adams: Somehow I think Sebastian Hardin will be getting a dozen roses from Holly Wood for that!
Simone: And candy from Holly to Acquin!
Joshua is right up though and starts laying in the boots onto "Dark Tiger", then grabs him by the head and pulls him up, running his face into the corner. Joshua peppers him with a few lefts and rights, then Irish whips him into the ropes and gets a running start but "Dark Tiger" sees him coming and connects with a lariat that turns the Tag Team Champion inside out! On the outside, Steve Ramone is holding his head in disbelief and he starts pounding the mat, rallying Acquin!
Adams: Hey did you see who I just noticed is here?
Simone: Jason, the hot dog vendors are always here at...
Adams: No not that guy! Look!
The camera picks up a shot at the entrance stage where the tag team combination of the Danger Zone aka Andrew Watts and Ethan Alexander are standing with rather bored expressions on their faces.
Adams: They don't look impressed with what's happening in the ring.
Simone: I imagine they'd look more so if they were the ones competing.
As Jeremiah cheers his R.O.A.R. partner on, Sebastian pulls Joshua to him by the arm and hits him with a knee to the midsection. He then puts Joshua’s arm between his legs and lifts him up for a pump handle slam, following up with a legdrop right across the face. Sebastian slices a thumb across the throat and covers Joshua, hooking the leg.
1.....
Sebastian sends Joshua into the ropes yet again, however this time on the rebound he scoops him up into his vice-like arms in a bearhug! Joshua yells out in pain as "Dark Tiger" secures his grip and squeezes the air from his body!
2.....
Joshua kicks out!
Adams: You think we'll see a submission!?
Simone: I don't think Acquin's pride would allow him to yield to any man, even one the size of Sebastian Hardin!
Joshua tries to fight free with two fists to "Dark Tiger"'s head but "Dark Tiger" tightens his grip, causing the wind and fight to be squeezed out of his opponent. Holly Wood heads to check on Joshua, raising his arm once, and it falls. He raises it again, and again it falls. The third and final time, he raises his arm and this time Joshua brings it down into a fist right into "Dark Tiger"'s nose, then grabs him by both sides of the head and bites him right on the face!
Adams: What the hell? Has he been taking notes from Despayre!?
Joshua chomps down hard and "Dark Tiger" yells out before releasing his grip and Joshua immediately rakes the big man's eyes and buries his fist into the stomach, doubling him over. Joshua comes off the ropes and jumps, driving a Fameasser across the back of "Dark Tiger"'s head, planting him face-first! Joshua rolls him over into a cradle...
1.....
Joshua pulls him to his feet and tries an Irish whip but again the larger Sebastian reverses it but Joshua comes off this time with a flowing DDT! Joshua gets to his feet and opts to climb up to the middle turnbuckle, then jumps for the frog splash but the "Dark Tiger" sees it coming and brings a boot up and greets Acquin with it the hard way!
2.....
Sebastian gets his shoulder up!
Adams: Someone tell me we have a dental plan!?
"Dark Tiger" slowly gets up, pulling Joshua with him. Scooping him into position for a body slam, "Dark Tiger" drops Joshua down across his knee in a guillotine backbreaker. He does not let go though and shows some power by picking him up again and delivering the same move before throwing him to the mat. Sebastian starts to stand when all of a sudden, Steve Ramone is up on the apron!
Simone: Get him down from there!
Sebastian starts to go over to confront him when Jeremiah takes matters into his own hands, literally, and pulls Ramone down to the ringside floor and a brawl erupts between the pair!
Simone: No their tag team partners are fighting on the floor!
Adams: We're getting a preview of the tag title match!
As Sebastian watches on, Joshua Acquin gets a running start ad dives, clipping his knee out from under the big man! Joshua kicks at the knee as Sebastian favors it, then he pulls the 7'1" grappler to his feet. Joshua goes for a whip into the ropes but Sebastian counters and drags him into a boot to the stomach, doubling him over. The "Dark Tiger" then lifts him upside down over his shoulder in a reverse Torture Rack, then swings him around into...
Adams: Black Hole Slam!
Simone: It's the Eye of the Tiger!
Adams: The thrill of the fight!
Simone: Oh shut up!
Sebastian rolls Acquin over onto his back and hooks the leg!
1.....
The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Holly raises Sebastian's arm in victory!
2.....
3!
Justin: The winner of the match ... THE "DARK TIGER" SEBASTIAN HARDIN!
Steve is incensed as he helps Acquin from the ring while Jeremiah joins his uncle inside and embraces him before raising his arm once again to cheers!
Early in the show, the cameras catch a limo pulling up to the arena. A few minutes later, the limo pulls to a stop and the driver gets out of the car, shuts his door, and walks to the back door and opening it. Roughly thirty seconds later, a pair of legs with stiletto heels on the feet is seen stepping out of the limo. A few seconds later, the person stands up and is revealed to be none other than the Bombshell Champion, Mikah herself!
She turns her nose up at the sight of the building before looking at her driver.
Driver: “Ms. Mikah?”
She just smirks at him before looking around again, her championship slung over her shoulder, looking nice against her orange dress.
Mikah: “You know what, Alfonso?! Take me back to my hotel for a couple of hours. This place is a dump and I'd rather not be here until I absolutely have to be. Plus, these cretins don't deserve to see me so early.”
She flicks her hair over her shoulder before sliding back into the limousine and Alfonso shuts the door behind her and walks back to get in the driver's seat, to do exactly as Mikah asked him.
Candy Overton is standing next to Miss Ravenwood as Rocky Mountains enter the picture.
Miss Rocky Mountains: Candy, last week on Climax Control you issued a challenge to Crystal Hilton for SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship match at Into The Void IV. Have you heard anything from her?
Before Candy could speak up, Miss Ravenwood takes control of the microphone.
Ms. Ravenwood: Rocky, that simpleton hasn't opened her mouth to say yay or nay about the challenge. It's almost like she is trying to play mind games with Candace Overton and that certainly will not do. I will not sit idly by as my girl gets jumped over again because of someone sleeping there way to the top.
Miss Rocky Mountains: Can you elaborate on what you mean?
Ms. Ravenwood: Both Mikah and Veronica are the wrong people to represent this company as their top bombshell. They don't know what it means to work your ass off to get a paycheck. Candace busts her ass for this company and gets nothing. She gets paired with a pathetic Nurse and gets nothing for her efforts. Crystal Hilton had better answer Candace's challenge or else.
Miss Rocky Mountains: or else what?
Candy finally steps in front of Miss Ravenwood as she decides to speak up for herself.
Candy: Don't mind her Rocky. Ms. Ravenwood is all talk with very little action. Crystal Hilton hasn't responded to my challenge because she knows deep down that I can take that championship off her hands. She knows the moment she accepts the challenge that her days of being champion are practically numbered. I don't know why she is dragging her feet. I really hope she does give me an answer before Into The Void IV. Otherwise, I will be one highly pissed off bitch and you don't want Candy Overton to be a highly pissed off bitch. I'm not nice when I am pissed off. Candy pauses for a brief second. Candy: I would like to send out my condolences to the Rhodes family after Dusty Rhodes passed away this past week. The wrestling world lost a good one. Luckily for me, I had the opportunity to be trained by him. The knowledge he passed on to me was incredible. Miss Rocky Mountains: Well Candy, I hope you get answer from Crystal Hilton tonight. Candy: I hope so to. No matter if I get one or not, Climax Control is still SWEET AS CANDY. Candy walks out of the shot with Ms. Ravenwood right behind her as the cameras fade. Simone: A few weeks ago Melanie Gabriel and Lucy Serephina made their SCW debuts in a losing fashion to Roxi Johnson and her wife Kiera Fisher. Adams: Lucy was able to make up for the loss the following week when she defeated Cynthia Warren in singles competition and tonight Melanie will get a chance to do the same as she takes on Cynthia. Simone: Let’s take it to Justin! Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Bombshell Contest is scheduled for one fall! “Get Well Soon” by Reggie & The Full Effect blasts all over the speakers. As it does the beautiful Cindy Warren emerges from the back accompanied by her husband James. She smiles as she is wearing a stethoscope around her neck. Justin: Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina “The Nurse” Cynthia Warren! She holds the end to the crowd to check the life of the crowd and they welcome her with loud cheers. She grins as she stretches her arms out and slaps the hands of the people cheering her on. She slides into the ring and slowly rises to her feet. She proudly raises her hands in the air and waits for her opponent to come out. Adams: HELLLLIOOOOO NURSE!!!!! Simone: Cynthia’s been in SCW for how long and you only make an Animaniacs reference now? Justin: And her opponent! The lights turn pink, red and purple as "Evil Angel" by Breaking Benjamin plays. Melanie Gabrielle walks out with her sword in hand. She raises it up into the air and lets out a battle cry. Justin: From Copenhagen, Denmark, she is “The Dark Angel” Melanie Gabriel! Melanie walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers loudly for her. As she gets into the ring, the lights turn off and a spot light is on her. She jumps into the ring and walks into the centre. Melanie takes her crown off her head and tosses into the air. She catches it as the lights turn to normal. Simone: Melanie was the one who took the fall in the tag team match but her performance was impressive. Adams: We’ll see in just a few moments if she can repeat her success. Jacob gets in between the two Bombshells as they start exchanging some trash talk in the middle of the ring, once Jacob is sure that they understand the rules Jacob calls for the bell and both Bombshells start throwing punches at each other.
Simone: Both Bombshells are eager to get this thing started.
Adams: Never thought I wouldn’t be envious of a guy getting in between two beautiful women but I’m not tonight!
Jacob eventually gives up on trying to restore order in this match and just lets the Bombshells go at it in the middle of the ring, however after a few minutes Melanie catches Cynthia’s arm and takes her down with a judo throw before locking in an arm bar on Cynthia.
Simone: And now we’ve seen martial arts moves in a wrestling ring!
Adams: How long before one of them busts out a Crane Kick?
Jacob gets into position but he doesn’t get a chance to ask Cynthia if she wants to give up as she is able to reverse the arm-bar into a roll-up 1…..2….and Melanie kicks out letting go off the arm bar in the process, both Bombshells get back to their feet with Cynthia clearly favouring her left arm (the one that was in the arm bar) and Melanie tries to make a grab for it only to be fit with a Spinning Hell Kick.
Simone: Cynthia knows better than to let the opponent target her weakened arm.
Adams: Knowing the wrestling business that won’t last long.
Cynthia goes for a cover on Melanie 1.....2….and Melanie kicks out just in time, Melanie rolls out of the way before Cynthia can follow up on the attack and gets up whilst leaning against the nearest turnbuckle, Cynthia’s not about to let her regain her bearings however and she charges at Melanie looking for a corner spear…..but Melanie gets out of the way just in time sending Cynthia flying into the ring post left shoulder first.
Simone: OUCH!
Adams: If Cynthia’s arm wasn’t hurting already it is now!
Melanie smirks seeing the opportunity before dragging Cynthia out of the corner only to deliberately throw her back into the ring post, she repeats this two more times and on the third one she leaves the ring and walks over to the nearest set of ringsteps.
Simone: Memo to Melanie Gabriel, this isn’t a Hardcore Rules match, you’ll get disqualified if you use those!
Adams: This could be bad.
Fortunately for Cynthia (and Melanie to a certain extent) it quickly becomes obvious that Melanie had no intention of using the steps as a weapon at all, she bounces up and down for a couple of seconds before getting a running start, Cynthia doesn’t have time to react as Melanie hits a stunning running dropkick to Cynthia’s injured arm.
Simone: Wow, did you see the height on that dropkick?
Adams: Somebody call the Danish Olympic Team!
Cynthia finally gets out of the corner clutching her arm in the process and Melanie gets back into the ring just before Jacob can reach the five count, once Melanie’s in the ring she drops down and locks in another arm bar on Cynthia again targeting the injured arm but despite the damage that’s already been done to the arm Cynthia refuses to tap out forcing Melanie to change tactics.
Simone: Look at the look on Melanie’s face, this won’t be good for Cynthia.
Adams: I don’t think any attacks she has in mind will be good for Cynthia to be fair.
Cynthia rolls onto her right side trying to shake the pain from her arm but Melanie sees her opportunity and uses her foot to forcibly push Cynthia’s arm away from her body until it’s at an angle that is clearly causing great pain for Cynthia.
Simone: That hurts to watch!
Adams: My arm hurts just looking at that move!
Jacob’s forced to step in and apply a five count before Melanie can dislocate Cynthia’s shoulder and she removes her foot at the four count, Cynthia clutches her arm in pain but it soon becomes clear that Melanie has no interest in letting up on her attack as she locks in another arm bar again targeting the injured arm.
Simone: There’s blood in the water and Melanie’s a shark.
Adams: I thought she was a human woman?
Jacob gets into position again and starts asking if Cynthia wants to give up but he gets the same answer that he got before, no, and Melanie cranks up the pressure on the arm, after a few moments Cynthia starts crawling over to the nearest ropes and Melanie tries her best to stop her from reaching the bottom rope but it proves to be of no use as Cynthia reaches the bottom rope forcing Melanie to break the hold but only after Jacob reaches a four count.
Adams: Am I the only one getting flashbacks to the Bombshell Title Match at Mayhem in Morocco?
Simone: I was thinking the same thing, let’s hope for Cynthia’s sake that it doesn’t end the same way.
Once Melanie lets go she backs off from Cynthia to let her get back to her feet, once she does Melanie charges hoping to hit another move, presumably to Cynthia’s left arm but it never connects as Cynthia drops down using her good arm to drag down the top rope sending Melanie over it and to the outside.
Simone: Looks like Cynthia is back in this!
Adams: For how long?
Melanie pounds the ground in frustration out of falling for the oldest trick in the book whilst Cynthia gets back to her feet still favouring her arm, Cynthia uses the opportunity to bounce off the far ropes and hit a suicide dive on Melanie that brings the fans to their feet.
Simone: Great move by Cynthia!
Adams: But can she capitalize?
Cynthia rolls Melanie back into the ring and starts to climb the nearest turnbuckle whilst trying to ignore the great pain in her arm, however by the time she gets to the top rope Melanie’s on her feet and, seeing the opportunity, she leaps up to the top rope, grabs Cynthia’s arm, and leaps to the outside of the ring causing Cynthia’s arm to snap on the top rope!
Simone: OH MY GOD! How is Cynthia’s arm not dislocated from that?!
Adams: Forget that! What I want to know is how is her arm still attached to her body?!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Cynthia rolls around the ring in pain and Jacob immediately asks if she wants to quit, Cynthia shakes her head in response and Melanie drags her over to the corner where she climbs up to the top rope herself looking for her finisher.
Simone: She’s going for From the Heavens!
Adams: Her failure to hit this move was what led to her teams defeat at the hands of Roxi and Kiera, let’s see if she can turn it around!
Melanie goes for the “From the Heavens”…..but Cynthia gets her knees up! Thinking quickly Cynthia rolls up Melanie 1….2….3!!!!
Justin: Here’s your winner Cynthia Warren!
Simone: That’s a first, usually the finisher is supposed to end the match in favour of the hitting person.
Adams: Well Cynthia had to act fast and I doubt that she could’ve hit her finishers if she did.
Cynthia rolls out of the ring where she celebrates with her husband (who’s careful to raise her good arm) whilst Melanie sits in the middle of the ring with a shocked look on her face.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews is standing near his personal dressing room as Scott Oliver walks up to him.
Scott: Travis, what are you thoughts on the "American Dream" Dusty Rhodes passing away?
Travis: My thoughts on Dusty Rhodes passing away.
Travis rubs his chin for a few minutes before looking at Scott.
Travis: I don't fucking care. An old man croaked big fucking deal. Since when do I need to care about some old hack who probably should have died a long time ago. This interview or whatever you want to call it. Should be about me? Got it! You should be questioning me about how I am going to own those two surf bums and make Old Skool my own personal bitch. Maybe you should ask will I show my hand tonight against Raab. Do you fucking do that no. You ask me about an old geezer. People die all the time so what makes Dusty Rhodes special huh.
Scott: He is a leg....
Travis cuts him off by placing a hand in his face.
Travis: Don't you dare finish that word. This is Sin City Wrestling and Dusty Rhodes has no stake in it. So if you don't mind, I have some real business to take care of.
Travis walks away as Scott is left still feeling down about Dusty Rhodes passing away.
The camera pans around the crowd at Climax Control before cutting to static. Shipman’s voice can be heard over it.
Shipman: It is now time for another episode of the sickest thing you will ever witness.
The static goes away and there is a view of what looks like a ballroom. There are lights on the wall and a big crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Piano music can be heard echoing through the wide open room. The camera fades out than in on a shot of Shipman playing a piano. He is dressed in a tuxedo with his hair slicked back. Sapphira is off to the side in an evening gown. She is gagged and tied to a chair. A large dirty bandage is one her face under her right eye. There is a large gym bag next to her. Shipman begins singing.
Shipman: If I was a serial killer, they would find all my victim’s heads, in funky gas station toilets. And if I was a serial killer, I would be strange and deranged, and I would never change. If I was a serial killer, I would be known as the smoker, cause I would cut off and smoke all that they had, and if I was a serial killer, I would sleep on broken glass and thumb tacks, and I would smoke mad crack.
Shipman stands up and takes a bow. He than walks over to Sapphira.
Shipman: Wow, after all we have been through, I feel like we are so close now. I am surprised your dear husband hasn’t tried to save you yet. What does that say about him? He even had a shot to save you at the last Climax Control and he blew it, all because I said some verbal threats. What kind of man does that make him? How much does he truly love you and care about you? You have been in my possession for almost a month and he has done nothing to try and find you. Granted he probably couldn’t see you if you were right in front of him.
Shipman laughs and rips the bandage off of Sapphira’s face revealing a fresh burn wound.
Shipman: I bet you never thought you would be struck by a meteor did you. Thanks to me, you will forever be marked. Whether the burn on your face or the lashes on your back. You and Gerrit will never forget me. Now before you go calling me an ass and all that jazz let me remind you, this is all your husband’s fault. He is the one that pushed the buttons. He is the one that held me back from greatness. I left AWA to protect you, but no, you had to follow me to SCW. Now look where you are.
Sapphira struggles to get out of the restraints but to no avail.
Shipman: Now instead of giving me the match I wanted for Arabian Fights, I am stuck in a tag match. Granted your husband will be on the other side of the ring…with another woman. Makes you wonder what he has been up to. After all, I have been here taking care of you. And he hasn’t called you. He hasn’t tried to find you. But yet, he is with another woman. Now I am no doctor unlike my father, but I think I can put two and two together here. Can’t you?
Sapphira begins to break down as she continues to try and escape. Shipman walks behind her and plays with her hair.
Shipman: You know I was thinking. Maybe just maybe we can have some real adult fun. After all, it seems Gerrit isn’t going to have any with you anytime soon.
Shipman opens up the gym back and pulls out a silk blindfold. He ties it around Sapphira’s face. She screams but it isn’t loud with the gag in her mouth. Shipman walks around and faces Sapphira. He gently caresses her legs and then pushes them open. Sapphira closes them together but Shipman more aggressively spreads them again. Shipman walks back to the gym bag and pulls out hair clippers. He turns them on and it sounds like a vibrator. Sapphira has totally broken down. Shipman laughs and than proceeds to cut all of Sapphira’s hair off her head.
Shipman: What, did you think I would actually touch you sexually? Please. I have seen the corpses of suicide bombers and they were far more attractive than you.
Shipman laughs as he makes sure he got all the hair trimmed on Sapphira’s head. The static comes back and than the crowd at Climax Control can be seen again.
Justin: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...!
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.
Justin: Coming down the aisle, at a total combined weight of 365 pounds, Narly and Radical -- THE SURF BOYS!
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: Their opponents...!
Old Skool make his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring. The sinsational a man of few words but always about the fans when he come out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd.
Justin: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing 186 pounds -- OLD SKOOL!
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: His tag team partner...
The opening portion of "I Came to Play" echoes through the (name of stadium/arena we stop at) sound system. The lights change to a gold tinted color which floats around the place. Ralph Lorenzo walks through the curtain first as the (whatever the nationality is in the country) crowd is confused for a second. The first break in the song comes over the speakers as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks out behind his best friend. Ralph is wearing a "This place sucks" T-Shirt while Travis is donning his secondary wrestling outfit. He doesn't seem to be all that pleased to be here in (the country we have stopped at) as he slowly walks down the ramp.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Travis Nathaniel Andrews
The look of disgust stays on Travis' face as he hops up onto the ring apron. Ralph walks around the ring and leaps up onto it as well. Travis swings his leg through the ropes followed by the other one as Ralph quickly enters the ring. Travis walks over to the turnbuckle but he leans against it. He continues to show his utter disgust while waiting impatiently for the match to start.
Adams: Boy Old Skool doesn't look too impressed by his partner, does he?
The camera catches a shot of Old Skool rolling his eyes at TNA's display.
Simone: No he doesn't but if he hopes to go into Into the Void IV with any kind of momentum, he had better get along with Travis if they hope to defeat the former World Tag Team Champions.
No sooner does Travis drop down to the mat, than he steps out through the ropes and to the apron, deciding for himself that Old Skool will start things off for their team. Old Skool frowns and the two exchange words briefly as Radical high fives Narly who steps out so that Radical himself can kick things off for the 'Underdogs of Sin City Wrestling'.
Drew finishes checking the participants and calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Old Skool and Radical start this one off as Radical charges Old Skool with a dropkick that brings the crowd to its feet and knocks Old Skool off of his. Radical grabs his opponent and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip and jumps for a second dropkick but Old Skool holds onto the top rope, causing the Surf Boy to crash on the canvas. Radical sits up, holding his back and Old Skool dives right into him with a diving clothesline. Old Skool with an early cover.
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Radical kicks out!
Simone: We almost saw a surprise win there.
Adams: If Old Skool finished this one off before Travis could even get into the match, it would be a surprise.
Radical quickly regains his footing, only to be sent back to the mat with a running clothesline, followed up by scooping radical onto his shoulder and going for a running powerslam, but Radical slides down his back and grabs him in a headlock and springboards off of the ropes, planting him with a bulldog!
Simone: You just never know what to expect from these two airheads.
Radical climbs on top of Old Skool and begins unloading on him with some mounted forearms to the side of the head.
Adams: Little rough housing from the Surf Boys.
Radical raises Old Skool and whips him to the corner, only for Old Skool to be met with a springboard dropkick from Narly. Narly hops back out for Radical to tag him in and they both Irish whip Old Skool to the opposite corner, but Old Skool comes barreling right back out with a double lariat that takes down BOTH Surf Boys!
Adams: All three men are down!
Simone: Can Old Skool get to Mister TNA?
Travis Nathaniel Andrews is shouting at Old Skool, extending his arm and leaning in close to try and get the tag as Radical rolls out of the ring. Narly slowly rises to a crouch as Old Skool takes a knee. Old Skool crawls for the tag as Narly dives for his ankle, but Old Skool gets the tag!
Simone: Now its our first chance to see Travis in this match!
Mister TNA jumps into the ring, almost shoving his partner aside, and he grabs Narly in a double underhook and suplexes him over sharply on the tailbone. Travis holds onto the double underhook, pulls his opponent to his feet and suplexes him over a second time, followed by a third and Travis arches his back into a bridging pinning combination!
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Narly gets a shoulder up!
Simone: Impressive pinning combination there by Travis.
Adams: Well when you call yourself something like Mister TNA, you better have a few good moves down your trunks.
Travis grabs Narly and dumps him out of the ring, through the ropes and to the floor, then turns and argues with the booing crowd! Drew is about to start his mandatory count when Travis heads him off and starts arguing with the official. Shawna Jennings has cleverly maneuvered herself around towards the Surf Boys corner and is taking the focus away from Radical while out on the floor, Narly gets back to his feet -- only to have Ralph hit him with a hard clothesline!
Simone: Oh come ON!
Adams: Hey Ralph and Travis are acting more like a tag team than Travis and Old Skool are!
Ralph grabs Narly and rolls him back inside of the ring where Travis picks him up for the Designer's Choice, nailing it! Travis with the cover!
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Narly kicks out!
Adams: Say what you will, the Surf Boys have spunk!
Travis stares hard at Drew before he pulls Narly up to his feet and Irish whips him into the far corner. Travis the gets a running start and goes for the Acne Trouble, only to have Narly duck aside and Travis crashes, knocking the wind out of himself! As Mister TNA staggers around, Narly springs up onto his shoulders and takes him over with a Victory Roll!
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Travis kicks out!
Simone: And so does Travis Nathaniel Andrews! He is not a rookie by any means!
Narly gets up on unsteady legs and before he can try to tag his partner, Travis doubles him over with a boot to the gut and then sets him up for a powerbomb, only to have Narly hang out to prevent it! Narly starts throwing shots at TNA's head and Travis loses his footing and stumbles into the ropes where Narly takes him -- as well as himself -- out over the top with a Huracanrana!
Adams: Wow! How'd he pull that one off!
Simone: Knowing the Surf Boys, probably by accident! It looks like it took as much out of Narly as it did Travis.
Narly is slow to regain his composure outside and on the inside, Old Skool climbs into the ring and dashes off the far side of the ring where he dives through the ropes and into a plancha to the outside, crashing into Narly!
Adams: Insane!
Simone: I never knew Old Skool had it in him!
With everyone else on the outside, Radical runs around the apron and climbs to the top of the nearest corner. He then turns his back and hits a dazzling moonsault to the outside sending everyone, including himself, to the floor!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Adams: Yeah that says it all!
Simone: I guess these guys are really out to prove something tonight!
Referee Drew Patton begins the count as all men are down on the outside.
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Travis is on all fours and uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet and then into the ring. The count reaches 7 as he rolls back out to break up the count.
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Simone: Slick move by Travis as he wants to win this match legit.
The other three are making their way to their feet as Travis begins to brawl with Narly and gains the upper hand, rolling him back into the ring. Mister TNA then Irish whips Narly into the ropes, but from out of nowhere Narly leaps up and over him with a sunset flip from out of nowhere!
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The pin is broken up when Old Skool hits Narly with a dropkick to the face!
Adams: So close!
Simone: The Surf Boys are confounding Old Skool and Travis throughout this match!
Radical and Old Skool are sent back to the corners by Drew Patton. Narly gets up first and makes the tag. Radical enters and quickly dropkicks Travis down to the mat three straight times!
Simone: For God's sake, Travis needs to tag out! He's been in there for too long!
After the third dropkick, Radical dives on top of TNA with a cover!
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Travis kicks out!
Adams: Old Skool is calling for the tag!
Indeed he is as Radical backs up, waiting for Travis to get to his feet. He does so and Radical charges him, only for Travis too dodge the oncoming Surfer and instead catches him with an Inverted Facelock Backbreaker followed up immediately by a Neckbreaker!
Adams: Oo! The Vegas Strip!
Radical is out on the mat ad Travis suddenly runs over and clobbers Narly in his corner, knocking him off of the apron!
Simone: Now's your chance! Tag!
Travis staggers towards the corner where Old Skool is reaching out, and suddenly Travis swats his arm aside and lands a superkick to Old Skool's jaw, sending him tumbling hard to the floor!
Simone: What the hell...!?
Adams: I guess there goes the team in tag team!
Instead, Travis walks over to the downed Radical and locks in the Vegas Crime Scene! Radical starts struggling but he is caught and soon taps Travis's arm, and Drew calls for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: The winners of the match ... OLD SKOOL AND TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS!
The fans boo as Travis yanks his arm from the referee and raises it himself, a look of disdain on his features!
Simone: Well what happened here tonight between Travis and Old Skool will definitely add excitement to the Roulette title match at Into the Void IV!
The fans boo as Travis abandons the ring and leaves the Surf Boys and Old Skool to recover as he smirks, leaving with his entourage.
Moments after the last match, the scene opens backstage where we see Amy heading down the corridor, as she goes to find Joshua Acquin, however, before she could continue, she find herself being pushed up against the wall face first and with her arm pinned behind her back.
“I told you won’t make it to the Supercard”
The person behind and who has Amy pinned against the wall is Keira Fisher-Johnson, who delivers a punch to the torso of Amy, who flinches and screams from the pain.
“Keira please stop”
Roxi only a few meters away, pleads with Keira to stop and shakes her head in disbelief.
“She is going to pay for the deception.”
Keira spins Amy around and grabs her around the throat and raises her fist once more, however, before she can do anymore damage, Amy begins to laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
Keira soon finds out, as she is barged out of the way, as Roxi looks around confused in the ensuing brawl, as the camera pans around to Jessie Salco and Keira brawling. And with Roxi distracted, she fails to spot Amy behind her.
“Hey Roxi”
Roxi turns and Amy plants a kiss on Roxi, before slapping the taste from her mouth and then hitting an uppercut and this stuns Roxi enough for Amy to grab the Internet title from Roxi.
“Thanks bitch. Jessie run.”
Amy shouts; as she laughs and then runs down the hall with the Internet title in her possession and disappears out of sight, leaving Roxi shaking out the cobwebs, as the scene fades with Jessie and Keira still battling each other, as security begin to arrive on scene.
Nearly half of the show has gone by when the same limousine is shown arriving to the arena again. The cameras watch as Alfonso gets out of the driver's seat and walks back to open Mikah's door. She steps out again, this time dressed in her wrestling attire. She carefully fixes the championship so it was slung over her shoulder before bending down a bit and fixing the garter on her leg.
Mikah: “I see that the place hasn't improved any in the past hour or so. Ridiculous. This is hazardous to my health!”
Alfonso just stood there, a bit awkwardly before Mikah turns her attention to him.
Mikah: “Can you believe that they have me wrestling in these conditions?! It's ridiculous. Mark Ward is ridiculous and so is his little friend, Christian. RIDICULOUS. A champion shouldn't have to work in such hazardous conditions.”
Mikah scoffs before lining Alfonso up before walking towards her locker room.
Mikah: “I can't believe I actually have to be here; I think this place is worse than last week's place. And I wasn't even there!”
Mikah shakes her head, the camera still following her until she disappears into her locker room and slams the door in the camera's face.
Adams: Next up, we have Jessie Salco Vs Twisted Sister!
Simone: Shipman will be in Jessie's corner and Goth will be in Twisted's corner. That being said, both of them are already at the opposite ends of the ring, handcuffed, so that neither man can interfere in the war that's happening in the ring today!
Justin: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida! Weighing at 120 pounds....JESSIE SALCO!!!!!!!!
"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 with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for her opponent.
Justin: And her opponent! From Los Angeles, California! Weighing at 140 lbs....TWISTED SISTER!!!!!!!
The rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos as Twisted Sister is escorted through the stage curtains by professional security, her arms bound around her in a secured straight jacket. She screams wildly, thrashing and kicking her legs as the guards have to practically have to carry her to the ring. At ringside, they carefully unfasten her straight jacket and she quickly climbs into the ring and dashes around, screaming like a lunatic.
Suddenly, she charges at Jessie and takes her down, beating her down with a few punches before Jessie was able to kick her off and the two women kept their distance as the bell rang.
Simone: Unsurprising to see Twisted do that to her opponent, but Jessie isn't fazed by the slightest!
Adams: This is what I love about SCW - two women going at it! It's awesome! More, please, more!
Simone: Would you please shush and call the match??
Twisted tries for another rush, but Jessie surprises her with a drop kick that makes Twisted crash to the mat, then Jessie goes for the Swanton Bomb and connects! She goes for the pin...
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But Twisted kicks out!
Adams: Twisted isn't going to go down without a fight on her hands!
Simone: Jessie isn't going to let this one go either! These ladies have been going at it for months!
Jessie brings Twisted to her feet and slams her face into the turnbuckle a few times, but Twisted smacks Jessie on the mouth with a backwards elbow, then reverses positions and constantly punches and kicks Jessie until she goes down. The referee steps in to break it off as Shipman and Goth continue to watch the action from ringside as they constantly glare at each other. Twisted picks up Jessie and tosses her to the mat with a bodyslam, then rushes to the ropes and drops an elbow onto her chest, causing Jessie to growl in pain. She goes for a pin of her own and the referee lies on the mat to hit the mat with his hand...
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But Jessie gets the shoulder up in time!
Simone: It's going to take a little more than just elbow drops and typical punches and kicks to get rid of an opponent like Jessie.
Adams: I just want these ladies to keep on fighting forever!
Twisted picks up Jessie and goes for a piledriver, but as she picks her up into the air, Jessie's legs is able to get around Twisted's neck and goes for a Frankensteiner, flipping Twisted to the other side! As Twisted crashes to the cold, hard concrete on the outside, Jessie waits for Twisted to get up. As she does so, Jessie runs to the ropes, bounces back, and goes for a suicide dive! But Twisted is able to sidestep out of the way, causing Jessie to crash into the concrete, head-first. The referee re-starts the count as Twisted picks up Jessie, knees her in the stomach, then literally throws her into the barricade, causing Jessie to yell out in pain while reeling from the punishment on her back. Twisted laughs with glee as she throws her opponent into the ring and follows suit. Jessie gets on her knees, trying to catch a breather and as Twisted goes to pick her up, Jessie counters with a swift kick to the gut followed by a painful-looking DDT!
The referee goes for another count...
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But Twisted kicked out at the last second!
Simone: Wow, that could have been the end of Twisted, yet she miraculously got out of her current predicament.
Adams: Jessie is not happy with Twisted and her decision. Looks like she's gonna pay the price for it!
Jessie picks up Twisted and slams her into the mat, not once, not twice, but with three German suplexes in a row! With Twisted down and unable to get up, Jessie executes a punt kick into her opponent's stomach, causing Twisted to scream in pain as she rolls away from Jessie. But Jessie isn't done with her assault as she climbs onto the top turnbuckle, looks over her shoulder, and then leaps into the air and connects with a moonsault! Chris and Goth watch on, trying to shout out advice to the two women as Jessie struggles to reach over and put a shoulder on Twisted's chest for the pin. As the referee hits the mat with his hand twice, he's about to see it again when he witnesses Twisted put her foot on the rope. The referee tells Jessie that the pin is null and void because of that and Jessie is forced to get up and scream in frustration. She picks up Twisted and throws her into the ropes, runs from the opposite side, but the two women clash with each other through a clothesline and both women are on the mat, dizzied by that exchange as the ref counts them both.
Adams: Could be anyone's ball game at this point. Both of them are doing their best to put the other down, but neither women wants to give up.
Simone: Isn't that what you really wanted all along?
Goth and Shipman are shouting like crazy to get the women up and back on their feet. By the count of nine, both women are up and the two start to exchange right punches for a bit before Jessie gets the upper hand by headbutting her opponent in the face. That causes Twisted to step back, but Jessie made the mistake of rushing her as Twisted side-stepped the move and planted her stomach with a harsh knee to Jessie. Jessie doubled over and that's when Twisted finally got her for the pile-driver and it connected! Suddenly, we hear Shipman saying some obscenities to Twisted, who turns around and yells at him back. The referee is also distracted by this and asks him to stay out of it. Jessie is able to get on her knees and goes for a low blow, causing Twisted to scream loud. Jessie then turns her around and goes for it...
WALL OF DEATH!!!!!!!
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But Twisted kicked out of the move!
Simone: The referee never saw the low blow and Jessie was able to take advantage! But Twisted somehow got out of that predicament yet again!
Adams: She's one tough cookie, I'll give her that. Both women are, in fact!
Jessie is unhappy with that and goes to pick up Twisted. She made the mistake of not paying attention to where she is, for as she went to the ropes, Goth's hands managed to grab a hold of her foot and caused Jessie to slip! Twisted backed off for a bit, trying to catch a breath as Jessie immediately got back up and yelled at Goth, who merely licked his lips and laughed. The referee told Goth to knock that off and returned his eyes to the match as the two get back on their feet. Twisted launches at herself at Jessie and tackles her to the ground, then lands multiple punches to Jessie before Jessie reverses positions and does the same to Twisted, who tried her to block it, but most of Jessie's punches land anyway. Getting back on their feet.
Suddenly, Goth jumps around like crazy and screaming incoherent things, as if something happened and we hear Shipman yelling at him. As the referee goes over to Goth to see what's happening, his back turned, Jessie kicks her in the gut and goes for a suplex. Twisted is able to get out of it and kicks her right in the groin area hard enough for Jessie to once again double over in pain and then Twisted picks her up and slams into the mat with...
THE OMEGA DRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!
Twisted Sister goes for the pin and the referee goes for the count...
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DING DING DING DING!!!!!!!!
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3!!!!!!!
Justin: Here is your winner.....TWISTED SISTER!!!!!!
Simone: Goth costed Jessie the win and Twisted took advantage of it! Shipman is already mad as hell and wants those handcuffs broken!
Adams: Twisted may be happy with the win for now, but for Jessie, it's far from over!
Security arrives to get both men off their handcuffs. Shipman's handcuffs are taken off first, but Goth's handcuffs were's quick enough as Shipman ran around the corner and tackled the unfortunate man. Goth is screaming like crazy as Shipman lands some decent blows with punches to his face as Twisted rolls out of the ring and raises her arms in celebration as Jessie slowly begins to stir and realized what just happened as she glares at Twisted in the face. Security manages to get Goth out of his handcuffs as Shipman is being held back. The two tried to get at each other, but security holds them back as the two trash talk like crazy as the scene fades away.
Backstage we make our way to the Bombshell Locker Room to find Delia and Mercedes sitting at the make up table. Delia is helping put the final touches onto Mercedes face, funning the brush daintily across her face, taking a second to admire her work. Mercedes looks into the mirror, doing a once over before she rests her index finger and thumb under her chin, in a thinking manner.
Mercedes: Hmmm... something is missing, but... I can't put my finger on it.
Delia tilts her head to the side, questioningly while she assesses the situation. She, too, hums for a second before a lightbulb seems to go off in her head. She reaches under the table, fumbling around for a second before pulling out the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championship belts. She places one on Mercedes shoulder before placing one on her own as the fans let out a deafening cheer from the ringside area. The two strike a pose, shoulder to shoulder, giving the mirror a sultry look.
Delia: Hunty, we are serving fierceness for the GODS!
Mercedes: I've been meaning to talk to you about the word "hunty". I'm thinking maybe you could let Veronica have that one, no?
Delia: Hmmm, I suppose. I mean, z'ey don't have anys'ing else now, s'anks to our victory last week. I suppose I could give z'em some charity, because God knows z'ey need it...
Delia does an almost stereotypical nasally French style laugh as Mercedes sneers in contempt for Veronica and Amanda, yet delight for Delia's quip.
Delia: Ohhh, I'm still a bitch. But, at least I'm serving it to girls who truly deserve it, no?
Mercedes: Sorry... not sorry.
Mercedes gently nudges Delia. The two are playing "Strike A Pose" with the championship belts, and this causes an even louder pop from the audience at ringside. Delia nods her head in approval as Crystal smiles.
Mercedes: I wish I could pretend that I didn't expect to be sitting here like this, with the tag belts on us, but I'm not. You know what the best part of it was?
Delia: Take away the last shred of relevance the Mean Girls had by taking their belts away? Pinned a different Mean Girl two weeks in a row?
Mercedes: Rocking Veronica Taylor's ugly face, busting up her lip, is what I was going to say, but those too.
Delia: No amount of cheating was going to save z'em last week. But, much like Forrest Gump used to say, basic is as basic does.
Mercedes looks at Delia strangely as she chuckles.
Mercedes: I'm no expert on crap cinema, but I'm pretty sure those aren't Forrest Gump's MOTHER'S exact words.
Delia: Hm, well it should have been. So look at us having new s'ings in common. Hatred for Mean Girls, stunning looks, and now championship gold? It's like we were meant to be BFF's.
Mercedes: Definitely. I... Oh, I need to take this.
Mercedes picks her phone off of the table as she quickly walks out of the shot, her voice a murmur as she walks through the door. Delia picks up her make up brush and begins gently blending her make up together a little better, making sure her face looks flawless for her in-ring appearance. Just then, the door opens up slowly, catching Delia's ear.
Delia: Z'at was fast, Mercy. Should we head toward z'e ring now?
"You're not going anywhere, bitch..."
Delia blinks her eyes in annoyance, before shaking her head and briskly running the brush up and down her left cheek.
Delia: Oh, Angelica. Did z'e smell of championship gold lure you in here? I mean, I can't blame you since it was z'e one s'ing you could never get in your wrestling career.
Angelica slowly walks into the shot. This causes Delia to stand up, ready for a confrontation. Angelica places a hand on her hip as she looks Delia up and down, seeming very unimpressed.
Angelica: As much fun, or lack thereof, as it would be to have a shade contest with you, I didn't come here to insult you.
Delia: Oh? Have you and Veronica realized you need me? It's about time, but you see.
Veronica: Don't be ridiculous, hunty. Your clothes and make up do enough of that for you, troll. No, we came to kick your ratchet ass.
The crowd boos from ringside as Delia looks down at the table, laughing at the notion. She places her palms firmly against the table top as she gets up, turning her head slowly to look at Veronica. She shakes her head as she adjusts the Bombshell Tag Team Championship belt on her shoulder.
Delia: You tried last week, and you could not get z'e job done. What makes you s'ink z'at you will be able to do it now?
Amanda: I think three is a much larger number than one. Just shut up, bitch. Your words will only make you look even more stupid when we're finished with you. Delia sighs as she looks back to see Amanda standing at the door next to Veronica. She locks the door as Veronica unhooks her diamond necklace from around her neck. Amanda slides her signature diamond encrusted brass knuckles on before clinching her fist menacingly. Delia looks as the three ladies close in on her. Instead fo fighting it, she just stands there, looking down at the ground. Delia: I... I have to give you ladies credit for one s'ing. You learn well. But you have to admit z'ere is a certain... je ne sais quoi to z'is whole s'ing. Irony? Poetic justice, maybe? Angelica giggles as she is the first to come up on Delia. She gives Delia a light shove onto the bench in front of the make up table. Delia tries to get up, but Angelica delivers a hard boot to Delia's jaw, that echoes throughout the room. Delia has some fight in her as she gives a hard Spear to Angelica, the two falling down to the ground. As Veronica and Amanda approach, Delia darts past their legs, making it right to the door. She grabs onto the handle, fiddling with the lock with a sense of urgency that causes her attempts to unlock it to become futile. She turns around, pressing her back against the door as Veronica and Amanda lay boots to her gut, stomping her down a few paces. Delia grabs onto their legs, sweeping them out from under them with a vicious roar. However, she doesn't have time to celebrate as Angelica comes across with a clothesline that floors her. Angelica picks her up, holding onto her arms as Veronica slaps the taste out of Delia's mouth. Veronica: You humiliated us for the last time, and now we're going to do the world a favor and end you, right here and right now. Veronica wraps her necklace around Delia's neck, choking her as hard as she can while Amanda lays in several hard blows with the brass knuckles. A fifth blow to her nose causes a crimson river to flow down her face. Delia sputters the blood out toward Amanda, who spits in Delia's face before nailing her on the forehead. Amanda: If your nose wasn't fucked before, it is now. She flings the brass knuckles down to the ground before grabbing onto her shoulders, pulling her down into a knee to the stomach that knocks the wind out of her. Veronica grabs onto her hair and with a load primal roar, Veronica charges across the room, putting Delia's face through the mirror. Delia falls backward, barely with it as blood pours down her face. Veronica follows up by sliding a pink Mean Girls printed chair under Delia's head. Angelica saunters up to the duo as banging is heard on the door. She has another pink chair in her hand, and without hesitation, she raises it above her head. She is about to crash it down when Amanda places a hand on Angelica's shoulders. Amanda: After this whore embarrasses me from last week, I deserve to make her retarded. Angelica: Ugh, you're a little too late for that as that happened about a year ago... but you can smack the bitch with the chair if you want. Amanda gently accepts the chair from Angelica, who winks at her, giving her a hard pat on the backside for good luck. Amanda wastes no time in raising the chair in the air. She goes to swing it down when the door bursts open. It is Mercedes, but she is a little too late, as Amanda crashes the chair down. Delia moves out of the way at the last second, but a miscalculation causes the chair to come crashing down hard on her hand. Delia is barely aware, but the severe pain coming from her hand causes her to scream bloody murder. Mercedes charges forward, but the three ladies crash into her, just enough to stun her as they make a quick exit. Veronica turns around before leaving, a sinister laugh and smile coming from her as she stares at an irate Mercedes.
Veronica: Don't worry. You'll have your turn next week, Mercy. Sorry bout it...
Mercedes lunges toward Veronica, causing her to exit quickly. Delia's shrieks of pain cause Mercedes to stop in her tracks. She leans down next to Delia, who is clutching her hand and crying as she rolls from side to side quickly.
Mercedes: Girl, I have to admit that it's pretty tiring having to say this, but... Can we get some medical assistance in here?!
Mercedes looks down at Delia who is writhin in pain.
Simone: That was just disgusting. It was low, even for the Mean Girls.
Adams: Delia even said it herself. Karma is a bitch, and she's just slammed Delia's hand between two chairs. We'll give you updates as they become available.
Pussy Willow knocks on Mikah's locker room door, a cameraman right behind her. It takes a minute or so before Mikah finally pulls the door open, an irritated look on her face.
Mikah: “What?”
Pussy Willow: “Yes, Mikah, I was just wondering if you would answer a few questions for me.”
Mikah rolls her eyes before motioning with her hand for Pussy to get on with it.
Pussy Willow: “Mikah, you have a match against Veronica--”
She didn't have time to finish her question as Mikah interrupts her.
Mikah: “I know I have a match with Veronica 'I'm a glorified model' Taylor. I've known for a week now, what's your point?”
Pussy Willow: “Are you ready for your match?”
Mikah looks at Pussy as if she's dumb and asked one of the most stupid questions in the universe.
Mikah: “I'm not even going to break a sweat out there tonight, Pussy. You know why?”
Pussy Willow shakes her head no, holding the microphone out to Mikah.
Mikah: “Because Veronica Taylor is NOT a wrestler and I'll just throw her around that ring like a rag doll. All she's good for is modeling and being Amanda Cortez's back up.”
Pussy Willow: “How do you feel about being in the main event?”
Mikah smirks as she looks at the camera before looking at Pussy Willow.
Mikah: “Do you remember what happened the last time I was in the main event on a card? No? Well, I won this championship right here.”
Mikah points to her championship that was slung over her right shoulder.
Mikah: “And I stole the show, proving that I was the better bombshell and AM the better bombshell. I don't care what any of those cretins in the back say; I won that match fair and square. That cretin that I was up against had no other choice but to tap out. They can say that my win came out of nowhere and maybe it did but they can't say that I didn't win it fair and square. So, my match tonight, which is the main event is going to steal the show again. And the fans will be raving on and on about how much they just love me and how fortunate they were to be able to see me wrestle in front of them. And poor little glorified model will have to go home and cry herself to sleep.”
Mikah just simply shrugs her shoulders, a fake pouty look on her face.
Pussy Willow: “Are you worried about the unknown stipulation that Mark Ward has put on the match?”
Mikah makes a face at the mention of that.
Mikah: “I'm sure it will be something super lame but I'm sure it's nothing that I can't over come. I just hope it's not something moronic like a bra and panties match. And he is only getting to make a stipulation because Christian got a little butthurt about the way I chose to speak to him on Twitter. I didn't think we were still in elementary school and ran to tell the teacher after somebody called you a name or hurt your feelings.”
Mikah rolls her eyes.
Pussy Willow: “One last question. How are you preparing for your Championship match against Raynin at the next supershow?”
Mikah glowers at Pussy Willow, tightening her grip on her championship.
Mikah: “That cretin can think she's going to get MY championship back but she's sadly mistaken. I am NOT going to let this out of my sight or grasp for a very long time. She doesn't even deserve a rematch. Where has she even been since she lost? Hiding away in sheer embarrassment because she couldn't hack it as a wrestler. She doesn't deserve a rematch and I wish that I could refuse to give her one. But it doesn't matter, I beat her once, I can beat her again. I have no problem with making her tap out again. Now get out of my face.”
Mikah doesn't hesitate and literally pushes Pussy Willow over and down to the ground before slipping back into her locker room, slamming the door behind her.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and features the SCW Bombshells!
The song "19 N gel f r Sophie" by Eisregen is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. slowly Amanda 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 cheering at her, but she seems not to notice it.
Justin: Coming down the aisle! From Los Angeles, California, weighing 110 pounds ... AMANDA CORTEZ!
As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still cheer and Amanda poses for them, making sure that she really looks cute and sexy. She runs her hands all over her body and swings her hips in a sensual way Then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and blows some kisses into the direction of 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.
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 127 pounds, she is one-half of the World Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes.
Drew finishes checking both women and calls for the opening bell!
At the sound of the bell, the two young Bombshells slowly size each other up, circling the perimeter of the ring. They then stop in the center of the ring and words start flying from their lips.
Adams: Ooo! Here comes the trash talking!
Simone: Considering their past, it's only natural.
They proceed to get in each other's faces, trading vicious barbs about looks, careers, and feminine hygiene, when Amanda shoves Mercedes back a step. Not one to back down from a gauntlet thrown, Mercedes steps right back up and shoves Cortez.
Adams: Oh it's ON now!
They then lock up, collar and elbow, struggling for the advantage when from out of nowhere, Amanda sends Mercedes skidding across the ring, the result of a lightning quick arm drag. Amanda gets to her feet, all smiles and basking in the boos with her arms held out wide while Vargas slowly returns to her feet.
Simone: Impressive.
Mercedes stands, angry that her rival AND opponent so quickly showed her up, and finds Ms. Cortez smiling and applauding herself for the well-timed maneuver, or Mercedes for getting up so quickly.
Simone: Could she possibly love herself any more?
Adams: probably, but this isn't that sort of show Belinda.
Mercedes comes in and the two lock up again, but this time it's Mercedes taking advantage by scooping Amanda up and slamming her down to the canvas. Mercedes does not waste time and immediately starts to lay in the boots to Cortez, stomping her as Drew Patton tries to get her to ease up.
Adams: Boy that Mercedes Vargas has a temper on her, doesn't she?
Simone: Yes and getting on her bad side is not a good idea for anyone, no matter what their reputations may be.
Mercedes grabs a handful of Amanda's hair to drag her to her feet and unloads a heavy fist right to the temple, knocking her back a few steps. She then grabs Cortez's arm and Irish whips her hard into the corner, following in and driving her arm into Cortez's throat with a harsh clothesline. Amanda staggers out and Mercedes grabs her arm and Irish whips her into the far corner, running in after her again, but this time Amanda times it perfectly as she somersaults ala Ric Flair in the corner and lands right on the ring apron.
Simone: Okay even I have to admit that was pretty impressive.
Mercedes comes up and Amanda drives her shoulder into Mercedes's midsection, knocking the wind out of her, then grabs her head and drops to the arena floor, catapulting Mercedes's throat against the top rope and she slingshots back to the canvas!
Simone: Mercedes looked as if she were feeling pretty confident with her onslaught of Amanda Cortez.
Adams: Yeah but Amanda's no WWE Diva! She knows how to wrestle!
Mercedes staggers to a vertical base, clutching her neck, and Amanda quickly enters the ring and grabs Mercedes's arm, twisting it around her throat and brings her down hard with a Regal neck breaker. Amanda quickly makes the cover!
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Amanda grabs Mercedes and pulls her up to his feet, but only to bring her right back down with a side-Russian leg sweep, floating right over into another cover where she hooks the leg.
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Mercedes kicks out!
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Mercedes kicks out again!
Simone: Amanda Cortez is a crafty competitor. She knows she's weakened Mercedes' neck and is going to work on it.
Amanda sends Vargas into the ropes and scoops her up into a fireman's carry but Mercedes slides out of the attempted maneuver and instead takes Cortez down with a spinning arm drag! Amanda slaps the mat in frustration and she gets up and charges her opponent but Mercedes ducks behind her and rolls her up with a Crucifix!
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Amanda gets her shoulders up off of the mat!
Adams: Wow has Mercedes got control back again?
Mercedes grabs Amanda and lays into her with a solid forearm smash to the temple. Mercedes goes for another shot when Amanda quickly rakes her eyes with both hands, ending her onslaught and earning her a verbal reprimand from Drew!
Simone: Well admittedly neither woman ever professed to be an angel inside of the ring.
Amanda sets her up for an Irish whip into the ropes but Mercedes reverses it, only Amanda holds onto her hand and doubles her over with a kick to the stomach and takes her over with a Northern Lights suplex!
Simone: Great move!
Adams: Does she have her?
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Mercedes gets her shoulder up!
Adams: Amanda isn't wasting any time. She's going for the pin every chance she gets!
Simone: Well the woman may have a well known tickle fetish but she is by no means soft inside of that ring.
Amanda starts to pull Mercedes up but Mercedes suddenly barrels forward and forces Amanda back into the corner and starts to drive her shoulder into her midsection repeatedly as Drew tries in vain to break it up and separate them!
Adams: There goes Mercedes' temper again!
Mercedes Irish whips her into the ropes and catches her right square in the face on the rebound with a perfectly timed dropkick!
Simone: Mercedes got some great height wit that move!
Adams: hey with legs like she's got, how can she not?
Mercedes pulls Ms. Cortez to her feet and whips her into the ropes for an attempted lariat but Amanda ducks behind her for a crucifix roll up but slides down her back into a sunset flip and jackknifes her!
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Amanda goes for another Irish whip but Mercedes reverses it and runs right in after her and clotheslines her with enough force to knock Cortez right out of the ring and to the concrete floor below! Drew Patton starts a count but Mercedes breaks it up by going out after her opponent!
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Mercedes kicks out!
Adams: And NOW things get interesting!
Simone: And this is where all the pent up animosity from the Mean Girls break up comes into play!
Amanda recovers and starts to get up but Mercedes has two handfuls of her hair and slams her face into the hard ring apron, then wraps her arms around her waist and drives her straight back against the steel barrier!
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Mercedes then scoops her up and proceeds to body slam her right on the hard floor!
Simone: And did you notice Mercedes took the time to find a spot on the ringside floor NOT protected by the padding?
Adams: of course! She wants to punish Amanda Cortez as much as possible!
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Amanda's face is grimacing with pain when Mercedes drags her to her feet and lays her out with a short arm clothesline, dropping her right back to the floor!
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Finally, at the referee's insistence, Mercedes rolls Amanda back inside of the ring and follows her in. She sends Amanda into the ropes and lays her out with a discuss clothesline that turns Cortez inside out!
Adams: WHAT A SHOT!
Mercedes covers her!
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Amanda gets her shoulder up!
Simone: Oh that was close! Mercedes almost walked away with a win going into Into the Void IV!
Mercedes grabs a handful of Amanda's tresses and slams her face hard into the corner, then grabs two handfuls and drags her face across the top rope, giving her a nasty rope burn on the forehead as Cortez shrieks in pain!
Adams: Oh I always HATED that being done to me!
Mercedes spins Amanda around and starts choking her blatantly with both hands as Drew lays in his count against her!
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Mercedes breaks, but just long enough to break the count and then goes back to choking her foe. Mercedes Irish whips her into the ropes and swings but Amanda ducks, hits the far side and comes running right into a Tilt-A-Whirl back breaker! Mercedes dumps her off and covers her, hooking the leg!
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3 - NO! Amanda kicks out!
Adams: Damn! Amanda Cortez can really take a beating!
Simone: Yeah but can she come back from one like the one Mercedes is dishing out?
Mercedes is on her feet, laying in the boots to the downed Amanda Cortez, then she turns and heads for the corner. Facing the crowd, she starts to climb up, but once she stands on the middle turnbuckle, Amanda is on her feet and runs up from behind and brings her crashing down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep that fells BOTH women!
Adams: Goddamn! I have never seen that move done from that height before!
The crowd is in awe, truly appreciating the battle they are witnessing!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
As both Bombshells suck in the oxygen and try to recover from the pain racking their bodies, Drew starts his mandatory count.
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As he nears the count of eight, Mercedes finally drags herself to his feet as Amanda uses the ropes to do the same. Mercedes swings but Amanda does as well and the two women are suddenly engaging in a slugfest right in the center of the ring! Mercedes gains the upper hand and knocks Amanda back against the ropes. She then Irish whips Amanda for a roundhouse right but Amanda comes off with a float over DDT!
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Simone: I guess she can come back from a beating!
Adams: And from the one Mercedes's been laying on her that says a lot!
Amanda picks Mercedes up and sets her up on the top turnbuckle, facing the fans. Amanda then turns away, takes her by the head and brings her down the hard way with a D-Von neck breaker!
Adams: God! If Mercedes's neck isn't broken after that it'll be a miracle!
Amanda chooses to climb the corner and perch herself up on the top turnbuckle. Looking down at the fallen Mercedes, she sizes her up and leaps, performing an incredible 619 body splash!
Simone: And she calls that the 818!
Amanda covers Mercedes and hooks the leg!
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Ding!
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Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here is your winner ... AMANDA CORTEZ!
There are scattered boos as well as cheers as Amanda jumps to her feet and leaps into Drew's arms, celebrating the victory! She drops down and points to her arm, indicating Drew to raise it and he does so.
Simone: Not only has Amanda pinned one-half of the Tag Team Champions, but she's gotten a hard fought victory gong into Into the Void IV!
Adams: And that is going to mean a big disadvantage in momentum for the champions!
As the cameras switch backstage, Pussy Willow is seen wandering along a corridor, seemingly searching for potential interviewees. She continues along the corridor, but soon comes to a halt, when she spots one of the Bombshells.
Pussy Willow: Natalie? Why is your arm in a sling?
The view from the camera widens to show SCW's resident Welsh Bombshell, Natalie McKinley; conspicuously - as mentioned by Pussy Willow - Natalie's left arm is in a sling.
Natalie: Hi, Pussy.
Natalie smiles meekly.
Natalie: During last week's show, a video of me aired, in which I stated that I would be here in Doha for Climax Control, regardless of whether or not I was scheduled to complete. So here I am. But it's probably a good thing that I don't have a match this evening, because - as I'm sure you can guess just from looking at me - right now, I'm in no condition to wrestle.
Pussy Willow's concern for Natalie is evident in the tone of her voice.
Pussy Willow: What happened to you?
Natalie: On Friday, while I was working out in the gym, I dislocated my left shoulder. And so, after subsequently having my shoulder put back in its socket, that is why my arm is currently in a sling.
Natalie casts a quick glance towards her arm, before looking back to Pussy Willow.
Natalie: Thankfully, I didn't break any bones, or tear anything, so I don't require surgery. However, it will still take twelve to sixteen weeks for me to completely recover from this injury, and so it will be a few months at least before I am to compete again inside the six-sided ring.
Natalie sighs; she then puts on a brave face.
Natalie: But like the Terminator, "I'll be back." And I promise that when I do come back...
Natalie pauses, to flex her right bicep.
Natalie: ...I'll be stronger than ever.
Natalie smiles again, this time with more confidence.
Pussy Willow: Well, good luck with your recovery, Natalie.
Natalie: Thank you, Pussy.
The scene cuts away.
"Get Paid" echoes throughout Hamad bin Khalifa Stadium sound system as the crowd immediately jumps up to their feet. The lights inside the stadium change to a bright red color as it floats around entire arena. A video package begins to play on the screen as Dustin Holt comes walking through the entrance tunnel.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, making his Sin City Wrestling debut please welcome professional wrestling legend, "The Ultraviolence Messiah" Dustin Holt.
The Qatar people are going crazy for this legend as Dustin throws his arms high into the air before walking down the ramp. He slaps a few hands of the fans in the front row. He slides into the ring first. He sprints toward one side of it then toward the other side.
Simone: Oh my god, DUSTIN HOLT is on Climax Control.
Adams: Now this a moment. A true legend in this business.
Dustin leans against the ring ropes for a second before stepping up onto the nearest turnbuckle. He gives his signature pose while the crowd is still going nuts. He hops back down off the turnbuckle, exits the ring and walks over toward the commentator's table.
Adams: Looks like we are going to be joined on commentary.
Simone: This is an SCW Roulette Championship match. I wonder what's the match type tonight.
The cameras pan away from the commentator's table as Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing beside former SCW superstar Wallace Jordan.
Rocky Mountains: Hello everyone, as you can see we have the roulette wheel set up. Helping me out this week is former SCW Jobber for hire, Wallace Jordan.
Wallace tips a beer toward the camera while taking a swig.
Wallace Jordan: Are we just going to yap all night? I want to see some teeth knocked out, I want to see arms nearly broken off and blood. We gots to have blood.
Rocky Mountains: Well Wallace, why don't you take a spin of the wheel?
Wallace lets out a loud belch while grabbing a hold of the roulette wheel. He gives it a nice spin as the wheel goes round and round.
Simone: What match do you want to see Dustin?
Dustin: I don't care, I am just looking forward to a fight.
The wheel stops on the one match Dustin Holt is familiar with as Wallace spits beer out while Rocky's eyes go wide. No words have to be spoken as the match chosen is clear
Adams: No! Don't tell me.
One camera tilts upward to show the chamber lowering through the ceiling. Simone and Adams recall the last time they saw it.
Simone: Will Lord Raab and Connor Murphy be able to survive this structure?
The chamber is continuing to get lowered around the ring as Dustin's expression hasn't changed.
Dustin: The one match that I have a winning record in and is the reason why I am sitting right here tonight.
Justin Decent is standing right beside the announce position as the cameras pan over towards him.
Justin: The following PRISON CHAMBER match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship.
Untravelled Road's throbbing beat and clapping begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.
Justin: Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. Please welcome CONNOR MURPHY
With the chamber finally in place, Connor reaches one hand and touches the chain mesh that covers three quarters of it. He walks through the electronic gate, slides into the ring and starts wiping his nose while giving the crowd a smirk.
Simone: I don't think Connor has any clue what awaits him in this kind of match.
Dustin: That is the truth. I will go over the rules once all the participants are out here.
Right after Dustin finishes, Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.
Justin: and the opponent he hails from Munich, Germany. He is the current reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Violence Championship, please welcome LORD RAAB.
Holly Wood escorts Henry out of the chamber as the electronic door slides shut. The crowd has yet to sit down ever since Dustin Holt stepped out onto the stage.
Simone: The roof is about to come off this place. Dustin since you have the most experience in this type of match. Could you go over the rules for our viewing audience?
Dustin: The rules of this match is very simple but hard to achieve. There are no disqualifications or no count outs. Ropebreaks also don't fucking matter either so go a head throw that out of the window. The ring is surrounded by steel, chain mesh, chainlink fence and the normal steel cage wall. Think of a reverse first blood match. Normal first blood matches end once one competitor is busted open. Those same rules apply but with a twist. In order to go for the pinfall, your opponent has to be bleeding. The pinfalls must happen inside the ring in order for it to count.
Adams: This should be right up Raab's alley.
Before Holly could signal for the bell, Connor Murphy comes flying at Raab looking for a corner splash. Raab is quick to react with a vicious uppercut that nearly takes Connor's head off. The bell finally sounds as Raab picks his next victim up off the canvas. Not even waiting for Connor's feet to be firmly planted on the ground, Raab chunks him back first into the corner is currently occupying. Raab doesn't even let up the vicious onslaught as he rains multiple rights and leftts down on the cranium of Connor. He is barely covering his face as Raab runs for the diagonal corner. He stops midway, turns completely around and charges back at the corner.
Dustin: For a big guy, Lord Raab can move.
Adams: Yeah, I don't know if Connor is going to make it to Into The Void IV
As Raab gets a little closer, Connor bursts out of the corner with a stinging dropkick to his knee. The intial impact sends Raab down to one knee as Connor bounces off the ropes and spikes his head into the canvas with a hurricanrana driver. Connor goes for the quick pin but Holly doesn't even get down to count.
Simone: I don't think Connor understands the rules.
Dustin: Trust me, you do not want to have this match drag on any longer. The longer this match goes it will favor Raab. Those weapons hanging on the outside have yet to come into play.
Adams: Dustin, what would you do if you were Connor?
Dustin: I would pick a damn body part and start working on it. Then I would try to bust Raab open with anything that isn't nailed down. The chamber can be your best friend and your worst enemy.
It would appear that Connor was listening to Dustin as he grabbed a hold of the big tree trunk that would be his leg and drags it over toward the ring apron. Raab is trying to grab at Connor but he sticks his tongue while slamming the leg on the apron. He screams out in pain as Connor slams it again into the apron. Raab is writhing in pain as Connor looks around the chamber looking for something. Connor decides to walk away from Raab just so he can find some type of object. While Connor is fixated on this quest, he is giving Raab valuable time to get the blood flowing back in his leg.
Connor wanders over toward the steel cage wall of the chamber. He is still trying to find the perfect object when Raab pops up right behind up, grabs him by the back of his head and throws him face first into the steel cage. Connor's face bounces off it once as Raab throws him face first again into the steel siding. The outside camera has the best angle as it shows a steady stream of blood beginning to flow down Connor's face. Raab doesn't see the cut first as he rams Connor's face one more time into the steel cage wall. Raab follows it up by slowly grinding his face across the steel fence.
Dustin: I don't know what Connor was looking for but it damn sure backfired on him.
Adams: Mark Ward will be happy that this match is living up to its potential.
Raab yanks Connor's head back as he sees the open wound on his forehead. A sick grin slips across Raab's face as he takes a firm grip of Connor's arm and flings him toward the chainlink fence. Connor somehow manages to reverse the whip which sends Raab back first into the chainlink fence. He follows it up with a hesistation dropkick with both boots sending Raab back into the chainlink fence. Raab is kind of surprised by how much fight Connor is giving but all it does is anger the masked German.
Connor pulls a weed wacker off the chamber wall as the crowd is going crazy. He starts to fumble with it while looking for the crank. Not being able to find it, he improvises by smashing the motor portion of the weed wacker across the shoulder of Raab. Connor repeatedly smashes the weed wacker into Raab's shoulder as Holly cringes at each strike.
Dustin: That is one way to use a weed wacker.
Simone: This one is getting pretty violent.
Connor throws the weed wacker out of the way as he continues to drive his boot right on top of the shoulder joint. Each strike is adding more fuel to the fire which burns inside Raab. Connor continues to drive his boots across Raab's shoulder. He starts to fight back the pain as he takes Connor down with a double leg takedown. Connor's face bounces off the steel grate that covers the floor. Raab follows it up by dropping a leg right across the back of Connor's neck. Raab quickly gets back to his feet, walks over toward the door and pulls down a bully club. He twirls the bully club while motioning for Connor to stand up. Raab continues to wait as the crowd begins to mumble underneath their breath.
A camera cuts toward the entrance way as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is walking down towards the ring. Raab shows grin as he looks toward one of his opponents at Into The Void IV. Another pans around in the ring as Raab's back is bleeding. While Raab is looking at Travis, Connor manages to get to his feet. Before Raab has a chance of using the bully club, Connor leaps through the air and knocks it out of Raab's hand with help from an enzuigiri. The kick catches Raab off guard as Connor drops him with a sit out facebuster.
Adams: Travis sure changed the perplexity in this match.
Dustin: If you didn't see the last camera angle, then you missed it. Raab's back is all cut up after getting tossed into the chainlink fence.
Simone: Not to mention, his face just met that steel grate.
Connor looks down at the same bully club that Raab was just holding. He kneels down, picks it up and looks down at Raab. That same sick grin comes across his face as he straddles Raab. He twirls it one time before striking Raab repeatedly across his back. Connor's attack is relentless as blood is starting to fly with each strike. Henry is standing outside of the chamber, trying his hardest to get Raab's attention.
Simone: I bet Raab didn't expect this much fight from Connor.
Raab struggles to get back up on all fours as Connor steps over him. Connor jumps into the air while dropping all of his weight across Raab's back. Connor is trying to wrap the bully club around his throat but Raab reaches above his own head. He manages to grab a handful of Connor's hair before throwing him over his own head. Connor somehow manages to land on his feet but Raab catches him with a swift knee to the face.
The tip of his knee catches Connor on the bridge of the nose as it sends him stumbling. Raab glances over toward Henry and gives him a quick nod. He looks back at Connor who is still stumbling as Raab strikes with a quick spear. The jarring of his shoulder nearly knocks the wind out of Connor. Connor is grabbing at his midsection as Raab picks him up and throws him back inside the ring. Raab re-enters the ring as Holly is trying not to look at both men.
Raab goes to pick Connor off the canvas but he gets blasted by a jumping knee. The knee knocks Raab off balance as Connor bounces off the ropes. He rebounds looking for a clothesline but Raab manages to catch him around his throat. Raab looks Connor right in the eye, gives a slow cut throat signal before placing his hand on top of his other. He lifts Connor high into the before dropping to a seated powerbomb position.
Simone: RAABINATOR. I believe Raab got all of it.
Raab swings his body around as he gets his chest on top of Connor while hooking the far leg. Holly Wood quickly slides into position.
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The bell sounds as "Mad Monster" strikes up over the speakers.
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Justin: Here is your winner and still SCW Violence Champion....Lord Raab.
Holly Wood gives Lord Raab his championship as he stays in a seated position.
Dustin: That was a great Prison Chamber Match.
Dustin gets up from his chair and leaves through the crowd. The electronic door starts to slide open as Travis Nathaniel Andrews sneaks himself inside the chamber. He stops at the door and closes it behind him.
Simone: What is Travis doing?
Travis slides into the ring as Raab is slowly getting back up to his feet. Right as Raab stands up to his feet, Travis comes in from behind, wraps him up in a full nelson before dropping him forward with a bulldog.
Adams: Gambler's Paradise
Travis quickly gets back up to his feet as Connor is slowly getting back up to his feet. Right as Connor stands up, Travis strikes with a side thrust kick.
Adams: Smash talk.
Travis once again gets back up to his feet, picks up the SCW Roulette Championship and raises it high above his head as "I Came To Play" blares through the sound system.
Simone: Will this be the scene come Into The Void IV? Will we crown a new champion?
Adams: Only time will tell.
The sounds from the conclusion of the main event of Climax Control 51, from May 26th 2013, fade in.
Simone: I don't believe it! My God I do not believe it!
The crowd can be heard cheering wildly, as the bell rings.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Giani Di Luca has been eliminated! Here is your winner, and the number one challenger to the SCW Heavyweight Championship...Simon Jones!!!
Adams: I am amazed! Simon Jones lasted all that time and he won! Simon Jones won the Gauntlet and will challenge Jordan Williams for the SCW Championship!
The sound then fades out.
Hot Stuff Mark Ward walks through the parking garage, looking at a long limo. He smiles as he sees a man leaning against the front of it, clearly a driver we saw earlier.
HS: Alberto!
Driver: Alphonso.
HS: Al....don't gve a fuck. Listen, need you to get me somewhere and fast.
The driver stands up, looking at Hot Stuff.
Driver: But this is Ms. Mikah's limo sir.
HS: This face...
Hot Stuff points to himself
HS: Does it look like I give a fuck?
The man opens his mouth but Hot Stuff puts up a hand.
HS: I am the fella that pays Ms. Mikah to be here, which means she pays you to be here, so technically, I own you.
Driver: But Ms Mikah...
HS: Ms Mikah is about to have her hands full will with a whole lot of Ms Veronica in a few minutes, so she's not gonna need this for a while.
Before a response can come, Pussy Willow appears.
Pussy: Mr Ward.
HS: Pussy, have ya met Alvin.
Hot Stuff points to the driver.
Driver: Alphonso.
HS: Al-Whatever.
Hot Stuff waves him off with the back of his hand as pussy waves to him with the front of hers.
Pussy: Before you go boss, the next match up is the main event, and it's Hot Stuff's choice.... what is Hot Stuff's choice.
HS: Oh, it's nothing really.
Pussy: Nothing?
HS: Nope, nothing. I just love to make two women sweat for a week. I have better ways to do it but you know, I just want the two of them to kick the ever loving daylights out of each other. Anyway, Ali here is gonna take me where I wanna go, you have fun now.
Hot Stuff turns to Alphonso.
HS: Why do you have a Spanish name when ya here in an Arabic country? Sort it out man!
Pussy looks back at the camera confused as the scene fades
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them.
Justin: “And making her way to the ring, she is the SCW World Bombshell Champion, weighing in at 110 pound, Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikah!”
She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit. She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.
She grabs a microphone, snatching it away from the person handing it to her.
Mikah: “Aren't you all so glad to see me here in....the middle of fucking nowhere.”
Mikah rolls her eyes, ignoring the boo's from the crowd.
Mikah: “How can you morons stand to live in a place so desolate and hazardous to one's health?! Why don't you move and live somewhere that actually means something to the World!? I looked at my plane ticket when I got ready to come here and I literally had to look up the location on my phone. That's how desolate and so insignificant you are. Pathetic little cretins. But I suppose, I can't blame you, it's not like you chose the location for SCW, that lands on the bosses back in the back. They're just about as sorry as you cretins are!”
She smirks as the fans continue to boo at her.
Mikah: “I suppose you're ready for my match, aren't you? Ready to see me kick that glorified model's ass. I wish it was already over because I need to get home, this place is starting to give me hives.”
She shakes a bit, brushing her arms off a bit, acting as if she really did have hives.
Mikah: “Veronica, after our match is over and after I win, you don't get to go on Twitter and whine, and bitch about how I won the match. And you won't get to call it a fluke win. Because you know what would be a fluke win?”
She paces around the ring a bit.
Mikah: “A fluke win would be if you were to win! It'd barely count as anything, of course. Because nobody actually believes that you can win a match on yourself. Here, take a look!”
Mikah points to the tron and the tron begins to play a video of Mikah walking around the beach in her bikini, a camera man following her. She stops a person that was walking by.
Mikah: “Cretin, do you think that a glorified model could beat a Bombshell wrestling champion?”
Person 1:“No.”
The person gives Mikah a weird look before walking off.
Mikah: “One no and zero yes's. Moving on.”
Mikah walks along the beach before spotting an obvious wrestling fan, that was sporting a SCW tshirt.
Mikah: “I have a question for you, cretin. Do you think Veronica Taylor, who is nothing more than a glorified model could beat me the Bombshell champion in a one-on-one match by herself?”
The fan looks at Mikah, a bit awe-struck.
Fan: “N-No.”
It was all the fan could get out. Mikah pats the fan's head before moving on, spotting another fan.
Mikah: “I have a question for you, cretin. Do you think Veronica Taylor, who is nothing more than a glorified model could beat me the Bombshell champion in a one-on-one match by herself?”
Fan 2: “Not by herself, no. But if she had Amanda Cortez's help, she could.”
Mikah rolls her eyes.
Mikah: “Amanda Cortez won't be an issue, don't worry.”
Mikah just ignores the fan's comments before continuing down the beach some more.
Mikah: “Three no's and zero yes's!”
She just gives the camera a look before spotting a third fan.
Mikah: “I have a question for you, cretin. Do you think Veronica Taylor, who is nothing more than a glorified model could beat me the Bombshell champion in a one-on-one match by herself?”
The fan looks at Mikah before looking at the camera crew.
Fan 3: “No, no probably not.”
Mikah smirks at the fan before patting his head as if he was a child before spotting another wrestling fan. She stops before looking the fan over and then looking at the camera.
Mikah: “I have a question for you, cretin. Do you think Veronica Taylor, who is nothing more than a glorified model could beat me the Bombshell champion in a one-on-one match by herself?”
Fan 4: “Yes, of course. Anybody could beat you that tried.”
Mikah scowls at the fan before pushing him down into the sand with her hand in his face.
Mikah: “Your opinion is irrelevant.”
The video stops and Mikah smirks before looking at the fans and then at the screen.
Mikah: “I know what you're thinking: damn, she looks good in a bikini! And you're absolutely right, I do. That'd be the first thing you cretins would be right about. But see, Veronica nobody believes you can win anything by yourself. Now hurry up and get out here. I'm ready to get this match over with so I can get the fuck out of here. I'm tired of being in bum-fuck nowhere.”
She tosses the microphone down before leaning against the ropes, admiring her championship.
Perfect Exceeder By Princess Superstar featuring Mason hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California… Veronica Taylor!
Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.
Mikah and Vero are staring at each other, both ready to get things started. The bell sounds, the two begin to move around in the ring for a few seconds. The two seem very confident and ready to get things going, Vero confidently walks along the outer parts of the ring as Mikah stays focused on her, not moving so much. Vero stops, posing for a second, placing her hands on her hips and blowing Mikah a kiss. Mikah shakes her head as she quickly moves in towards Vero, getting a bit sick of Vero already. Mikah approaches Vero and as she does Vero quickly moves out of the way, to another corner, resting back against the corner, smirking at Mikah. Mikah shakes her head again, moving in towards Vero and quickly again going for a clothesline, Vero ducks under it, pushing Mikah in the back and walking towards the center of the ring. Vero pauses, placing her hands on her hips as she winks at Mikah, trying to get in her head.
Adams: Vero playing mind games with Mikah here, and I think they may be working.
Simone: Lets not forget Adams, Mikah is the Bombshell Champion...
Vero signals for Mikah to “bring it” with her finger as she signals for her to come closer. Mikah shakes her head and with frustration she struts towards Vero and the two lock up. Mikah puts Vero in a quick headlock and tightens it as quick as she can. Vero hits an elbow to the gut of Mikah while still in the headlock and tosses Mikah into the ropes. Mikah comes back looking for a clothesline but finds nobody home as Vero ducks it, running across to the ropes, bouncing off and coming back as she hits Mikah with a huge dropkick! Man did Vero get some air on that one! Vero goes for a quick cover,
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Mikah is quick to get a shoulder up as she pushes Vero off of her and the two both quickly stand to their feet. They lock up again and Vero hits a quick shin kick to the side of Mikah as Mikah hunches over in pain, holding her side… Vero takes a step back and hits a running neckbreaker on Mikah who hits the canvas hard. Vero stands up, smirking as she walks over to Mikah who is on the ground, holding her neck in pain. Vero walks over to Mikah’s feet, grabbing her by the left foot, lifting her left leg into the air and delivering a vicious kick to the inside of her leg. Mikah rolls around, holding her leg in pain.
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..Kickout!
Adams: Vero really doesn’t care who she hurts, or in what way… and I love that.
Simone: Vero really… needs to learn a lesson...
Vero grabs Mikah by the leg again and quickly puts her in a leg lock! Mikah screams out in pain as Jasmine St John asks her if she is okay, if she wants to tap… Mikah shakes her head, telling Jasmine St John to get away from her as she tries to get out of the hold. Mikah struggles, trying all she can to get herself out of the leg lock.
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Vero has it locked in tight, Mikah isn’t close to the ropes at all. She tries grabbing hold of anything she can, but so far is having no luck. Vero stands up, still having the hold locked in, applying more pressure as she slams herself back down to the canvas which sends shoots of pain into the leg of Mikah who yells out in even more pain.
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Mikah is still locked in, trying all she can to get out, Mikah is starting to get frustrated with herself, Vero notices this and begins to smirk… getting a bit cocky, maybe too cocky...
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Finally Mikah starts to turn over, trying to flip herself and Vero and… she does it! She flips onto her stomach, which breaks the hold a bit, Mikah then delivers a kick straight to the side of Vero which forces her to break the hold.
Adams: I thought that was it, I really saw Mikah tapping out there.
Simone: Mikah showed some great heart and determination there!
Mikah gets to her feet, but Vero has beat her to it as Vero grabs her by the hair but Mikah fights back with a huge right hand to the gut of Vero. Mikah then delivers a kick to the gut of Vero, followed by a vicious knee to the face that sends Vero staggering back a few steps. Mikah takes a step towards Vero and hits her with a huge spin kick to the head, this knocks Vero straight to the canvas as Mikah falls back against the ropes. Mikah is limping, walking towards Vero who has made her way to her feet, and grabbing Vero from behind, by the hair and tossing her into the turnbuckle. Mikah begins to pound away with right hands to the face of Vero, followed by a vicious knee to the gut. Mikah walks Vero over a few steps, pushing her against the ropes and irish whipping her across the ring. Vero bounces off of the ropes and comes back with force, looking for a clothesline… Mikah ducks, Vero continues running, bouncing off of the opposite ropes as she comes back and is met by a huge roundhouse kick to the gut. Mikah follows this up with a headscissors takedown, and a cover,
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..kickout!
Simone: Mikah is finally starting to get something going here, and she looks like the Mikah we are used to seeing!
Adams: Really? I’m not used to seeing Mikah limp...
Mikah sits up, on her knees as she grabs Vero by the hair. Mikah stands up, yanking Vero up with her as Vero yells out in pain. Mikah delivers a knee to the gut of Vero and then tosses her into the turnbuckle. Mikah climbs up to the middle rope as she begins to hammer away on Vero with right hands to the head, the crowd counts as Mikah strikes...
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Mikah drops down from the middle rope as Vero staggers forward, falling to her knees. Mikah runs against the ropes behind Vero as she runs up behind her and hitting a running facebuster on Vero who was still on her knees… the cover,
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..kickout!
Simone: Vero once again getting a shoulder up, staying alive in this match.
Adams: Mikah is just so perfect… ahhh, but so is Veronica, this is such a hard choice!
Mikah stands up, she begins to argue with Jasmine St John, claiming she had a three count. She throws three fingers out to Jasmine St John and Jasmine St John throws two towards her. Mikah grabs Jasmine St John by her shirt, pulling her face to face with her as she begins to yell at her. Mikah shakes her head in frustration, letting go of Jasmine St John. Mikah turns around, Vero is using the ropes, attempting to climb to her feet. Mikah grabs Vero by the hair again and stands her up, learning her back against the ropes and irish whipping her across the ring. Mikah bends over getting ready to flip Vero over her head as BAM! Vero kicks Mikah right in the face, sending her standing straight up. Vero then hits a running knee to the gut that hunches Mikah over, holding her stomach in pain. Vero then connects with a huge swinging DDT! Mikah and Vero are both down, they both desperately need to get to their feet first in order to gain an advantage in this match...
Simone: Wow, Vero just planted Mikah’s face with that swinging DDT!
Adams: That poor… beautiful… gorgeous… perfect face.
Both Bombshells slowly begin to make some movement, starting to crawl, making their way towards the nearby ropes, to help themselves up. Mikah seems to be a bit more in better shape than Vero as she sits to her knees, a few feet away from the turnbuckle. Vero still crawling on her hands and dragging her feet. Mikah sits up on one knee, throwing her blonde locks back, and running her hand slick back through them as she stares at Vero, smirking at her. Mikah continues to looks across the ring at Veronica who is finally to her feet and Mikah runs at her, kicking her in the gut before she can even fully get up. Mikah hits a quick elbow to the back of Veronica’s neck, followed by a knee to the gut. Mikah pounds Veronica with a huge right hand to the temple and then delivers another vicious knee straight into her gut.
Adams: Mikah is showing why she is the Champion...
Simone: Yes, she really is….
Mikah delivers another quick elbow to the side of Veronica’s head as she irish whips her to the ropes. Mikah runs at Veronica and… hair-pull mat slam! Veronica turns the tables as she connects with a huge hair-pull mat slam, driving Mikah’s face straight into the canvas. Mikah flips over onto her stomach, holding her nose in pain. Veronica sits on her knees, a cocky smile. Veronica stands up as Mikah crawls to her knees. Veronica stalks her, walking a confident circle around her as Mikah stands to her feet. Veronica walks around to the front of Mikah, face to face with her. Mikah stares viciously at Veronica who gives her a confident smirk. Mikah goes for a right hand, blocked by Veronica. Veronica returns the favor with a right hand of her own, connects! Mikah attempts another, blocked again! Veronica begins to hammer away with right hands; one, two, three, four… Mikah is backed up into the ropes. Veronica smirks as she goes for another right hand and BAM! A cheap poke to the eye that Jasmine St John quickly warns Mikah about. Veronica staggers backwards, holding her eye as Mikah runs up behind her and hits a running bulldog, followed by the cover by the Champ,
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Adams: Veronica needs some help, maybe I should go check on her eye for her.
Simone: Maybe you should stay right here and mind your business.
Adams: Maybe you should… shut up, don’t be jealous because nobody likes you like they like the Bombshells...
Veronica rolls to her knees as Mikah stands up and delivers a knee straight to the back of Veronica. Veronica holds her back in pain as Mikah grabs her by the hair, pulling her to her feet and walking her over to the nearby turnbuckle. Mikah smashes Veronica’s face straight into the top turnbuckle pad, she repeats this three straight times. Mikah then tosses Veronica into the turnbuckle as she hits her with a quick knee, and takes a few steps back. Mikah runs at Veronica and… running clothesline! But Vero moves as Mikah goes straight into the turnbuckle pads as Veronica moved out of the way. Mikah’s frontside is pressed against the turnbuckle as Veronica sandwiches her with a huge running splash into the turnbuckle! Veronica follows this up with a gorgeous dropkick to the upper back of Mikah that sends Mikah straight into the turnbuckle once again. Veronica with a quick schoolboy roll up, the count,
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Mikah at the last second rolls out of the quick roll up and back onto her knees where… BAM! Mikah is hit by a huge superkick to the face as she falls flat on her back! Veronica may have just ended things with that kick, the cover…
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Simone: Mikah just somehow kicked out of that, wow!
Mikah gets a shoulder up and Vero can not believe it. Vero shakes her head in frustration, grabbing Mikah by the hair and lifting her to her feet. Vero whips Mikah to the ropes, Mikah bounces off, coming back as Mikah ducks under a clothesline attempt from Vero. They come face to face and Mikah then hits a chop to the chest of Veronica, standing her up and hitting a jumping reverse bulldog that sends the back of Veronica’s head bouncing off of the canvas. Mikah smirks as she crawls to Veronica, the cover,
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Adams: Wow! I thought that was it right there!
Simone: The Bombshell Champion couldn’t get the win… not just yet...
Mikah rolls onto her back, both Bombshells are feeling some pain. Veronica holds the back of her head, sliding her legs around on the canvas. Mikah rolls back onto her stomach as she begins to push herself up, reaching her knees. Veronica holds her head in pain still, rolling onto her side, near the ring ropes, reaching out and trying to use the ropes to help herself up. Mikah stands up, holding her own head a bit as she staggers. Veronica is almost to her feet when Mikah grabs her by the back of the hair. Mikah turns Veronica around and hits her with a quick hurricanrana! The cover,
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Mikah stands up as she pulls Vero to her feet with her. Vero hits an eye poke to Mikah who staggers backwards in pain. Vero smirks as she runs at Mikah and looks for a knee to the gut, but Mikah catches her by the leg and hits a vicious elbow to the face. Vero turns around in pain as Mikah runs at her and this time Veronica catches Mikah’s knee, and a forearm to the face of Mikah! They stagger around the ring for a second. Then they begin to exchange right hands with each other, one after the other. Veronica goes for a clothesline but Mikah ducks it. Veronica turns around and Mikah kicks her in the gut and…
The Mikahangelo!
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..kickout!
Simone: Mikah connects with her finishing move…
Adams: The cover…
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Ding!
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..3!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here is your winner, the SCW Bombshell Champion… Mikah!
Simone: Mikah goes in to Into The Void IV with the momentum! This is gnna be an event you don't wanna miss! So we will see you then, for Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone, we'll see you in two weeks!
THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Andy, Dustin, The Lord MK, Mete, Erik, Mike, Simon Jones, Mikah, and Jenny. Also to Annie for the great match graphics and to you all for being part of SCW!