Justin: The following contest is a bombshell match and is a non title match. Introducing first...

"Like a Phoenix" begins to slowly play as the lights go out. Two lights from the stage is seen showing Keira's shadow, raising her arms. The lights come back on as Keira turns and walks down the ring. She slaps a few fans hands as she slides in.

Justin: From Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is Keira Fisher!

She raises her hand and shouts out, "Like a HERO, BABY!" as she waits for her opponent

Justin: And her opponent....

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

Justin: From New York City, New York, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is the current SCW World Bombshell champion, she is Mikah.

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.

DING DING DING

Keira quickly charges Mikah and sweeps her off her feet. She quickly drops fists at Mikah's head as she tries to cover up.

Adams: I get the feeling that she doesn't like Mikah.

Simone: Who does?

Adams: Everyone if you listen to Mikah.

Mikah kicks Keira off and gets back to her feet after scooting away, and leans in to the corner but Keira charges in with a clothesline, squashing Mikah in to the corner. Mikah stumbles out and Keira clubs her with a clothesline from behind, knocking her to the canvas. Before Mikah can roll out of the way, Keira jumps up and lands an elbow behind Mikah's head. She picks up the Bombshell champion by the long hair and moves to her side. Keira picks Mikah up and drops her with a sidewalk slam. She hooks Mikah's leg and Holly Wood drops down to make the count.

Simone: First pin attempt by Keira.

Keira gets to her feet and nails Mikah with a right hand before forcing her back to the ropes. She takes hold of Mikah's hand and whips her to the opposite side of the ring. Mikah bounces back off the ropes as Keira moves towards the middle of the ring and lifts Mikah over with a back body drop but Mikah lands on her feet and grabs hold of Keira's hair and drops her down with a neckbreaker!

Simone: Good reversal from Mikah.

Adams: Bet that hurt to say.

Simone: More than you know.

Mikah sits up, looking smug as she moves towards her knees, next to Keira's head and grabs her by the hair, slamming her face in to the canvas repeatedly. She keeps hold of Keira's hair as she pulls her to her feet and throws her through the ropes, keeping her on the apron. Mikah hooks up her head, pulling her through the ropes, with Keira's feet resting on them, before dropping her down with a dangerous DDT! The crowd boo as Mikah sits up smiling arrogantly at them and rolls Keira on to her back. She goes for the cover and Holly Wood drops down to make the count.

Adams: Heroes don't stay down.

Mikah shakes her head slowly and pulls Keira to her feet. She plants an elbow in Keira's face and reaches down, grabbing her leg and taking her over with a leg whip. She keeps hold of Keira's leg and and steps in with a step over toe hold. Mikah leans down, keeping the toe hold on, before slapping Keira in the face with lefts and rights.

Adams: Only Mikah can take a move that's older than Jesus, and Mikahfy it by adding a few slaps.

Keira's eyes widen and she reaches up, grabbing Mikah by the hair and slamming a hard shot to her face, forcing her to break the step over toe hold and sending her on to her back.

Adams: Someone has woke up the She Hulk inside Keira.

Keira gets back to her feet and as Mikah sits up, Keira swings her leg, catching Mikah in the chest, the sound of the impact echoing around the arena.

Adams: Proof that airbags really do save lifes.

Mikah rolls over, holding her chest but Kiera goes on the attack, stomping on her back. Mikah crawls to the corner, sitting up with her back against the turnbuckle but Keira quickly charges in, planting a knee to Mikah's face. Keira stands up and stand to plant boot after boot in to Mikah's face and chest.

Simone: Keira stomping a mudhole right now.

Keira pulls Mikah up from the corner, and drags her to the middle of the ring. She hooks her up in a powerbomb position and lifts her up, slamming her down in to the canvas with an almighty powerbomb. She quickly drops down for the pin and Holly Wood drops down to make the count.

Adams: This might be non title but if Keira scores a win here, she will be going to High Stakes V in the title match against Mikah.

Keira stands up, moving to Mikah's legs and lifting them up. She steps in attempting a sharpshooter but Mikah grabs her hair and plants a thumb in Keira's eye, Keira's hair stopping the referee from seeing.

Simone: The referee didn't see that.

Keira stumbles away, rubbing her eye and Mikah gets back to her feet, with the crowd booing her. She ignores them as she moves towards Keira. As Keira turns towards Mikah, Mikah lifts her over with an exploder suplex, throwing Keira across the ring! Keira gets herself up, via the ropes, and Mikah moves in behind her. Mikah locks in an octopus stretch, pulling back on Keira. Out of the referees view, Mikah grabs the rope, pulling back further on the hold.

Simone: Oh come on Holly! She's cheating there.

Adams: She's like my buddy Chris without his glasses, blind as a bat.

As Holly looks around, Mikah releases the rope and pulls back on Keira. Holly moves to the front of Keira and asks if she wants to give up but Keira shakes her head and Mikah reaches back on the rope again but this time Holly sees and moves around, pulling Mikah's hand off the rope.

Simone: Bout time!

Mikah pushes Keira away and argues with Holly. Mikah pushes her way past the referee and Keira throws a fist at Mikah, but Mikah ducks out of the way and jumps in the air, connecting with an enziguri to the side of Keira's head! Keira falls forward and Mikah rolls her on to her back. She hooks up the leg

Simone: Mikah thought she had this one.

Mikah looks at Holly, accusing her of a slow count and Holly shakes her head. Mikah gets to her feet and turns towards Holly but Keira gets up behind her. While Mikah argues with Holly, Keira hooks up her head and lifts her over with a reverse suplex and drives Mikah's head in to the canvas.

Adams: This is what happens when you get distracted.

Keira moves to the top rope, climbing up and looking down at Mikah, just slowly returning to her feet. Keira dives off with a high cross body, connecting with Mikah and taking her down to the canvas. Keira springs to her feet and steps back, looking at Mikah. She gets in a slightly crouched position.

Simone: I think Keira could be getting set for the Seven Sins!

Mikah slowly gets to her feet. As she stands up, Keira swings her leg, looking for the Seven Sins, but Mikah ducks and wraps her arms around her waist from behind and lifts her over with a belly to back suplex. Mikah stands up and gets herself in to a slight crouched position. Keira gets to her feet and Mikah swings around, looking for the Mikahangelo but Keira ducks.

Adams: Swing and a miss!

Keira straightens up and swings her foot around in a chick kick!

Simone: Seven Sins!

Adams: No!

Mikah ducks and swings her leg around with a roundhouse kick and catching Keira around the back of the head!

Simone: Mikahangelo!

Keira slumps to the canvas and Mikah drops down, covering Keira. Holly drops down to make the count.

Justin: The winner of the match.... Mikah!

Simone: Keira done everything she could to take Mikah out, but Mikah once again rises to the top.

Adams: I don't think there's a woman around that could knock Mikah off the top of the mountain.

The camera comes to life with "Stoner" Scott Oliver standing in the middle of the ring. As he raises the microphone up, the fans in attendance wait patiently for what he has to say.

Oliver: Ladies and gentlemen, Marshall Owens.

"Gods and Monsters" by Lana Del Ray begins to play as Marshall Owens steps out onto the entrance ramp. As boos begin to rain down, the Attorney begins to clap in approval as Sean Jackson also steps onto the ramp with Pamela and Vanessa. This takes the announce team by surprise as the Lana Del Ray piece is a change from the entrance music Sean normally comes out to. But then again, this is far from a normal entrance for the Mental Rapist.

Simone: Okay, well it seems we are going to have more than just Marshall Owens out here tonight.

Adams: You can say that again Belinda. I sure hope this is the clean version or we're all in trouble.

Simone: You mean there is a dirty version?

Yes, this is the clean version for all interested. After soaking up the boos, the quartet makes their way towards the ringside area where Stoner is still standing in the ring.

Adams: You don't want to know, trust me.

As they enter the ring, Stoner takes a few steps back as the group is now standing before him. There is that awkward moment for him when Sean Jackson places his hands on his hips and is staring him right in the eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Stoner nervously glimpses over at Marshall.

Oliver: Okay, I'm here Mr. Owens. Now can you tell me what...

He never gets to finish as Sean interjects himself.

Jackson: Stoner, let me take this time to clue you...

He points out to the fans in the stands, on the turf, those standing close to the guard railings.

Jackson: And all these so called know-it-alls, on who is really calling the shots in SCW.

Stoner turns his attention towards the former world heavyweight champion. When he initially agreed to stand in the ring, he thought it was just to speak with Marshall Owens. But now he can see that isn't going to be the case.

Jackson: You see, last week someone got a case of the big head. Someone thought that by becoming the world heavyweight champion, he could dictate and control who his championship opponents were going to be.

The Mental Rapist breaks into a million dollar smirk while still facing the usually backstage reporter.

Jackson: Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news Scott, but after tonight, Lord Raab will know beyond a shadow of a doubt....

The smirk gets larger.

Jackson: That he controls nothing. He will look deep into the eyes of the greatest threat to his joke of a title reign, and he will know that I can take that championship belt anytime I want.

Sean turns from Stoner and faces the camera. However, not before grabbing the mic and pulling Scott's arm where the mic is still in front of his mouth.

Jackson: That's right Raab, I called your championship reign a joke. It is a joke because you beat a puppet, and not a legitimate champion.

A smile now forms on the face of Marshall Owens. He knows this is exactly the spark Sean Jackson needs to once again find himself in the title hunt. But it is also the means to get Sean's mind and attention off of Despayre and Synn. A war that he doesn't want to see his client get into at this stage.

Jackson: Hell Raab, as far as I'm concerned, you are just a pretender keeping that championship warm for me. You stood there last week, trying desperately to convince the world you had what it took to be mentioned with the all time greats...

Sean takes his hand off of the mic and points the index finger towards the camera.

Jackson: in this company, just because you beat Kain.

The smirk slowly begins to fade.

Jackson: Well Raab, I hate to rain on your party, but who hasn't beaten him?

The fans boo, but true to form, the former world champion ignores them.

Jackson: The mere fact you were able to do it, simply means he could never be used as a measuring stick for success. But I tell you what Raab, hold on to that championship as tightly as you can, because after tonight...

He begins to tap his chin.

Jackson: How did you put that again?

Sean acts like he is searching for the words, but it is all an act. The words of Raab has been forever etched into his memory.

Jackson: Oh yeah, you said that as long as you were champion, I would never get another championship shot. Well Raab, you had better pray to the wrestling God's for help because I'm not Kain, and unlike you...

The former world champion's eyes narrow, his nostrils flare.

Jackson: I truly AM the most feared man in this company. While you were bragging ad nauseum about beating that shell of a man, I legitimately had Despayre scared to death...

Now Marshall gets worried. He didn't want his client's attention on anything other than Lord Raab. As that is happening, Sean opens both hands up, his eyes looking down at them.

Jackson: I had his precious Angel in these two hands. I could literally feel the stitching being stretched to the limits, knowing there was no way he could stop me. I had him traumatized, the life of his little teddy bear flashing before his eyes.

He is trying to keep his composure, but there's no way to surpress the memory of seeing Synn's hands around the neck of his wife Pamela. However, he is a professional and is able to fight back the urge....

For now.

Jackson: Just as I had Simon Jones, Drake Green, and even Jamie Dean scared of me. No matter what I've done to them in the past or present, they have all chose to avoid me at all costs.

This is not what Scott Oliver had in mind when he was approached by Marshall Owens earlier. He thought a simple little interview with the Attorney was in the cards, and now that this has gone too far....

Oliver: Excuse me a moment Sean...

The Mental Rapist abruptly stops speaking. How dare Stoner interrupt him before he was finished?

Oliver: Mr. Owens, again I was under the impression that this was going to be just you and me. That...

This time Sean grabs the arm holding the mic. He then brings it back to his face, mere inches from his mouth. Stoner gulps hard, knowing exactly what Sean Jackson is capable of.

Jackson: I targeted the daughter of Simon Jones and what did he do?

Stoner nervously shrugs.

Jackson: That's right, not a damn thing. I put Drake Green on the shelf for months and the moment he came back, he completely avoided me.

Still holding Stoner's arm, the Mental Rapist turns back towards the camera.

Jackson: After feeling my high knee on the back of his skull, Drake slinked away quietly in the night and it took months for him to gather enough courage to step back into this ring....

The smirk returns.

Jackson: But yet, all you can do is brag about a three on one attack that couldn't even keep him down for one week. Oh yes Raab, you are quite the monster in your own mind, aided by a couple of glad-handed yes men who will tell you exactly what you want to hear. But it is that same very mind, and those same two morons who will also bring about your downfall.

The Mental Rapist points towards his right knee. The same knee he uses to deliver the "Lights Out" high knee.

Jackson: Because where you TALK a good game, I deliver. Where you have to surround yourself with yes men, I surround myself with people who make me better. Where you need others to help you with the dirty work, I take care of situations on my own and THAT will forever be the difference between people like you and people like me.

Sean then turns to face Stoner.

Jackson: Now you can have your little conversation with Marshall.

In letting Stoner's arm go, Sean then turns on his heels and exits the ring along with Pamela and Vanessa. Marshall then steps forward and leans in ever so slightly.

Owens: Good luck Raab, something tells me you are going to need it.

Marshall too, exits the ring and the camera angle goes back to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams.

Simone: I hope they have extra security on standby.

Adams: You aren't kidding.

Raynin had escaped her friends for a few minutes, so that she could stretch and prepare for her match without any distractions. After all of the hub bub and craziness of the past few weeks, she just needed a bit of peace and quiet. Which for her, is hard enough to do with the insanity going on in her mind. But right at that moment, the Numbers were quiet, and so was The Other, and Taliyah had finally stopped stalking her, and realized just who she was... She'd gone back to the bed at the center of the maze and as asleep right now... It was like everything was still for just that period of time.

Raynin had found a quiet corner, tucked away in a maze of cases and boxes and was taking her body through some slow, methodical movements, similar to yoga. She was stretching her hip flexers in a forward lunge, before lifting her hips up into almost a downward dog, then back into a lunge with the other leg. This time, when she lifted herself up into the downward dog, and stretched, she noticed a flurry of movement behind her in the hallway. But the movement was close to the ground. She just thought she was imagining things. So she brought her feet closer to her hands, then lifted herself up into a slow handstand, first by rotating her lower body up so that her feet were almost touching her wrists, then she slowly lifted her legs up into a full handstand.

As she was completing the movement, Raynin heard the movement in the hallway, and looked up in just enough time to see a furry paw slip away from the side of the case that formed the door to the walkway. Her concentration broken, she rolled her body back down and stood up quickly, then ran out into the walkway, looking around. She didn't see anything or hear anything, so she ran down to the intersection of cases, first one way, then to the other. When she doesn't see anyone, she returned back to the place where she was stretching, and there, on a chair sits a cupcake with a balloon and a card with the words, "For Raynin" on the front. She looks around, confused as to how it got there. She picks up the card and reads it.

"I know you've had some ups and downs, and that you're feeling blue. I know you had some sad times, and I hope that they are through. I don't like it when you feel bad, I hate to see you frown. I want to see you smile again, so turn it upside down. If you're wondering how you can do what I want you to do. Just think of me, and know that I really do love you.

Raynin feels the envelope for the card, and pulls out a photo of Angel holding a rose in one hand, and a heart shaped box of chocolates in the other, and it's signed as well. She gasps and grabs the cupcake and looks from the cupcake to the card and photo over and over again, then she kisses the photo before she sinks into the chair and starts to eat the cupcake with a grin. As she's eating the cupcake, the camera moves towards the opening to the walkway once more, where we see a glimpse of a small, furry ear and paw before it disappears down the walkway once more.

Goth can be seen walking backstage with Sapphira and Samuel McPherson. They are confronted by Pussy Willow.

PW: Goth, why in the hell did you attack Casey in his match today??

Goth rolls his eyes as he clearly is annoyed by the stupidity by the question from Willow.

Goth: You know something Willow?? I would have thought you could have think back more than just a few days ago. So it is ok that Casey tried to screw me out of my title, unsuccessfully I may add!! And now that I delivered one perfect move and cost him his match, it appears to be something really bad. You know something?? Casey should have stayed home, he should not have stuck his nose into our businesss and think he could get away with it!! I’m the greatest wrestler ever coming into this company and I can do whatever I want!!

Goth walks past Willow as Sapphira looks at her and is smiling

Sapphira: He is right you know, you stupid bitch.

With that the three of them walk off as Willow looks on in amazement

The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.

I can hear you breathing
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?

Amy: Last week, I basically fucked up… to be honest I don’t know what happened, but Lucy Seraphina got the better of me and I lost. I have no reason, I have no excuses other than I fucked up and once again lost another title on my first defence.

Amy drops the mic, as The boogieman hits over the p.a once more and Amy climbs out of the ring and back up the ramp to the backstage area.

Justin Decent:Ladies and gentleman our next match is scheduled for one fall!

Simone: We just watched a great match between Mikah and Keira, but now it’s time for the other half of Team Hero as Roxi Johnson. is set to take on Veronica Taylor.

It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard

Superficial by Heidi Montang 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.

Justin Decent:Introducing first, making her way to the ring…Weighing in at 120lbs…From Los Angeles, California…VERONICA TAYLOR!!

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.

Hopin' out the maserati
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious

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.

Simone: I’d really love to smack that girl around sometime.

Adams: Oh I’d LOVE to see that!

Justin Decent:And introducing her opponent…

The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The cameras pan around the arena, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as he moves through the swarm of fans.

Justin Decent:Making her way to the ring…Weighing in at 132lbs…From Tampa, Florida…She is one half of Team Hero…ROXI JOHNSON!!

The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the arena floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

Simone: Jacob Summers could have his work cut out for him tonight officiating this match.

Adams: Any referee would be in the same position when Veronica Taylor is involved.

Jacob Summers stands between the two women as they circle one another waiting for the match to begin. A few moments later, Jacob calls for the bell and the match begins!

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: Heeeeere we goooo!

Roxi and Veronica quickly lock up, each trying to get an early advantage. Moments later Roxi gets Veronica in a side headlock, locking in the pressure. Veronica delivers a couple of stiff elbows to Roxi’s midsection. After a couple more elbows, Roxi releases the hold just enough so Veronica can whip Roxi towards the ropes.

Simone: Nice work in getting out of that headlock quickly by Veronica. Maybe we’ll see her bounce back this week.

Roxi rebounds back but she knocks Veronica down with a shoulder block, which Veronica quickly gets back to her feet from and the two Bombshells circle each other for a moment.

Adams: Nice take down by Roxi, but come on. I want to see the cat fight!

Simone: Roxi’s not one for much of a cat fight, Jason. Veronica may be, but Roxi is a better than that.

Veronica and Roxi get close enough and this time Veronica quickly grabs Roxi in a side headlock, but Veronica fights out of it just as fast, grabbing Roxi’s arm and wrenching it around. Roxi’s face shows the pain this causes and Veronica tugs at Roxi’s arm quickly, inflicinting more pain.

Simone: Veronica showing why she shouldn’t be taking lightly right here. She’s fighting back with just as much as Roxi is dishing out.

Roxi eventually somersaults forward to the canvas and out of the hold, then kips up back to her feet as the crowd cheers. She reverses the maneuver on Veronica, and goes to whip the mean girl against the ropes. Veronica reverses and sends Roxi against the ropes instead. When Roxi rebounds back, Veronica attempts to lift her but Roxi counters it and takes the mean girl down with a hurricanrana from out of nowhere and she reaches back and hooks the leg! Jacob Summers drops down for the count!

1…

2...Veronica gets her shoulder up! Roxi gets back to her feet and reaches down, pulling Veronica up by her hair.

Adams: You know what I really want to see?

Simone: Besides the already established cat fight?

Adams: I want to see Roxi flyyyy! Wait…can she do that without a cape?

Simone: Oy vey…I can’t work under these conditions each and every week.

Roxi backs Veronica into one of the corners, giving a stiff kick to the midsection for good measure. She takes her by the arm and goes to whip her across the ring, but Veronica again reverses and whips Roxi across the ring to the opposite corner! Veronica charges at her, but Roxi jumps up to the second turnbuckle and just as Veronica is about to crash into her, she jumps backwards and over Veronica and just a few feet away! Before Veronica can spin around to face Roxi, Roxi takes her down with a quick rollup and Jacob drops down for the count!

1…

2…

3…NO! Veronica kicks out just before Jacob’s hand hits the canvas for the third time!

Simone: Man! Roxi nearly had her there, Jason!

Roxi and Veronica quickly get back to their feet and lock up once again. Roxi tries to take Veronica down with a suplex, but Veronica blocks it and Roxi tries again! Veronica blocks it again only to take Roxi down in a quick roll up of her own and Jacob drops down for the count again!

1…

2…Roxi kicks out!

Adams: Love her or hate her, Veronica is showing some great athleticism tonight.

Simone: I don’t agree with you often, Jason, but I’d have to agree tonight.

Both women get back to their feet, and both are showing early signs of exhaustion. Veronica seems to be growing more frustrated as she steps towards Roxi, grabbing a handful of hair. She delivers a couple of hard shots to the temple before she pulls Roxi’s head down and delivers a vicious knee to the face! Roxi stumbles back holding her face but Veronica keeps on her as she takes her by the hair again only this time, slamming her right down to the mat!

Simone: I think we spoke to soon, Jason.

Veronica stands over Roxi and goes to reach down to bring her back to her feet by her hair again, but Roxi starts fighting back! She punches at Veronica’s midsection trying to get her to release her. It eventually takes Roxi kicking at Veronica’s leg and causing her to drop to her knees for Veronica to let go and this gives Roxi the opportunity to roll backwards and away from Veronica! She gets to her knees and just as Veronica gets back to her own feet only for Roxi to leap at her and take her down with a spear! Roxi gets back to her feet quickly before she steps through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle!

Simone: I think you’re about to see Roxi fly, Jason.

Adams: Woooohoooo!

Roxi stands on the top turnbuckle for a moment as the crowd is going wild for one half of Team Hero. Veronica is still down on the mat, trying to recover from the spear, when Roxi leaps off of the turnbuckle in a frogsplash! But just before she crashes against Veronica, Veronica gets her knees up and Roxi feels the brunt of the maneuver, immediately rolling over and holding her midsection!

Adams: Maybe she shouldn’t have gone flying, then…

Simone: Perhaps not, Jason.

Both women are down and clearly feeling the effects of both moves. Veronica has crawled over to the ropes and is slowly starting to pull herself to her feet all while Jacob checks on Roxi as she reels from knees to the midsection. She, too, crawls over to the ropes but Veronica has already made it back to her feet and is heading over to Roxi! She reaches down and pulls Roxi away from the ropes and then delivers a vicious stomp to the midsection! She follows it up with a rapid series of more stomps until Roxi is in a serious amount of pain!

Simone: Roxi is in some serious trouble here if Veronica doesn’t let up. Roxi could have a rib injury that Veronica won’t hesitate to take advantage of.

Veronica reaches down and grabs a handful of Roxi’s hair. Instead of dragging her back to her feet she drags Roxi over towards the corner where she traps her there. Roxi is down, breathing heavily, but her air supply is soon cut off as Veronica puts her foot against Roxi’s throat, choking her! Jacob orders Veronica to stop the illegal hold but Veronica shakes her head defiantly and Jacob begins his count!

Adams: Where is Keira when you need her? Or when Roxi needs her I should say.

Simone: Roxi can fight her own battles, Jason. She doesn’t need her wife.

1..2...3…4…Just before the five count, Veronica backs away as Roxi coughs and gasps for air and Veronica smirks proudly. The crowd boos her, but she doesn’t seem to care. She waits back for a few moments as Roxi somehow manages to pull herself back to her feet, leaning against the turnbuckles for support. When Veronica thinks Roxi isn’t paying attention she charges at Roxi. Unfortunately for her, Roxi steps away just in time and Veronica crashes shoulder first into one of the steel ringposts!

Simone: Roxi always manages to get a boost of adrenaline when she needs it! Veronica is now in some serious pain!

Adams: A dose of her own medicine, perhaps?!

Both women are sorely exhausted at this point and Veronica backs away from the corner, holding her shoulder. Roxi is staring at Veronica, debating her next move and just when Veronica is in the right position, Roxi leaps at the ropes! She bounces off the turnbuckles and flies at Veronica with a kick to the back of the skull!

Simone: Ray of Hope! Ray of Hope to the back of Veronica’s skull!

Veronica collapses to the canvas as does Roxi, but she crawls over to Veronica, rolls her over to her back and drapes her arm over her and Jacob drops down for the count!

1!

2!

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DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent:Ladies and gentleman here is your winner via pinfall…ROXI JOHNSON!!

Jacob Summers raises Roxi’s hand as “The Touch” by Stan Bush hits the sound system once again. Roxi is still holding her midsection, but she’s no worse for wear as the crowd cheers for her and Veronica slowly starts to stir once again.

Simone: What a great win for Roxi. Veronica put on one hell of a fight but it just wasn’t enough.

Adams: I hope Gothika and Raynin were paying close attention in the back, because Roxi just sent a message. Way to go Roxi!

Roxi exits the ring and begins making her way backstage, high fiving a few of the fans along the way. Jacob helps Veronica back to her feet in the ring before she, too exits the ring and heads backstage.

The scene comes back and the energy coming off of the crowd is electric. They're all excited about what's been happening so far, and what they know is about to happen soon. Suddenly, the lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.

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

Diamond: "So, as you can see, for the past few weeks, we've been down an Angel, and not for a good reason. Thanks to the heinous attack a couple of weeks ago by Christiana, the female who claims to be Dark Tiger's daughter, our friend, Darknyss, came close to losing her unborn child."

A hush falls over the crowd at what's just been said, and Diamond nods slowly as her eyes start to well with tears.

Diamond: "She had to be rushed back to the US, and her doctor so that she could see what was going on. The doctors said the attack caused a separation of the placenta from the uterine wall. Basically, the sack the baby sits in was being ripped from Darknyss's body. The baby's heart rate dropped dangerously low, and she was bleeding badly, so she's been put on bedrest."

Diamond's voice starts to quiver as she holds back barely contained tears. Raynin puts a hand on her shoulder as Diamond starts to wipe her eyes. Gothika brings the mic to her lips.

Gothika: "But you know our friend. Even though she's on bedrest, she's not about to let the Angels of the Fallen down. She knew that we wanted to stay with her. She was not about to let Raynin forfeit her match, just like she didn't want us to forfeit this week either. She sent us back to continue the tour, while she stayed home to make sure the baby was safe. Her mother flew out to Vegas so she's not alone, and she's hooked up to lots of machines to keep track of the baby's heart rate... That kid is already a trooper. It's hanging tough."

Raynin brings the mic to her lips and nods slowly.

Raynin: "That's right. That kid is already showing it's got the heart of an Angel. But with it being Darknyss's kid, who would expect anything else. So, you know what that means for my opponents tonight..."

The crowd goes wild and starts to cheer and clap.

Raynin: "That's right... I'm not in the best of moods, which means that the poor sacrificial lambs, Traci Patterson and Sam Marlowe will get to be my punching bags that I work out my anger on. I hope you both have alot of anti-bacterial cream and band-aids ready. Cause what I'm gonna do to you, ain't gonna be pretty."

She lifts her title belt up to her hear, as if she's listening to it, then kisses it gently, then smirks into the camera.

Raynin:"The little precious says that I need to whoop your asses like you were a couple of low lives on the street who tried to steal my purse. And I can tell you right now... that ain't a pretty kinda beat down. It's a low down, gritty and grimy kinda beat down. The kind you see someone else getting and you go, 'Ooooohhhh DAAAAAYYYYUUUUMMM!!'... One of THOSE kinda beat downs. And I'm gonna have a lot of fun doing it too. It's time to remind you of why my partner and i have the Little Preciouses. But then... I think it's time we remind everyone back in the locker room just why it is we are the most dominant group of females in the Sin City Wrestling."

The crowd starts to go wild again, and Diamond brings the mic to her lips once more.

Diamond: "That's right! All of you bitches have gotten complacent. You've forgotten just who and what we are. Though I think Delia is starting to get the idea. So from here on out, consider yourselves all on notice! You won't know when it's coming... or where it's coming... but just know... it's coming. And once it hits you... We'll make DAMNED SURE you don't forget again!! WE ARE THE FALLEN!! WE ARE THE WRATH SENT FROM ABOVE TO PREPARE YOUR BODIES FOR THE TORMENT YOUR SOULS HAVE SOUGHT!! WE ARE THE ANGELS... SENT FROM HEAVEN TO UNLEASH HELL!!"

The three women come together and put their faces right into the camera before Raynin chuckles and speaks again.

Raynin:"We're preparing the way for the end... The end of things as you know it is coming, and you can't stop it."

They all toss their mics over their shoulders, and Raynin and Gothika lift the Bombshell Tag Team Titles in the air as the scene breaks for commercial.

Backstage, Pussy Willow stands at the entrance to the building watching for someone. Suddenly, a redhead walks into the shot and Pussy screams with excitement as she rushes up to the redhead.

Pussy: I am SO excited for you Sam, imagine, a title shot this early in your career. I so have to do the first interview with the

Standing there, her bag over her shoulder, Sam joining in the screaming as from the side, a moan of disgust can be heard.

Sam Marlowe: Thanks Pussy, I am so ready for tonight. I mean who would have thought that I would get a shot so quickly and against such a team.

Pussy: I know right. I think the guys in the big offices have some big plans for you here in Sin City Wrestling. So let me get my camera man and I will be right back to interview you for tonight’s match. Oh and you too Cyn.

Cyn Marlowe barely acknowledges Pussy as she moves into view. Sam drops her bag near the door and rubs her hands together as she prepares for the interview.

Cyn Marlowe: You aren’t actually going to let her interview you are you? I mean really, the level of professionalism is pretty low when it comes to the talent for interviewers.

Sam rolls her eyes as she turns to watch for Pussy again.

Sam Marlowe: Listen Cyn, you have to stop trying to control my career. Just let me do this and then we can go to the Bombshell locker room and relax. After all, I am main eventing tonight!

Sam’s voice raises in excitement as she realizes what she is saying. Cyn on the other hand sighs as she looks down at her manicure. Pussy walks up with a cameraman and motions for the Marlowe sisters to get in the shot.

Pussy: I am here with Sam Marlowe who tonight will be teaming with Traci Patterson to challenge for the bombshell tag titles. Sam, are you sure you are ready for this challenge?

Cyn Marlowe: Before we go any further Ms Willow, let me just point something out to you. Sam here has put in so very little time that someone must think she’s special. Or they are just feeding the Fallen an easy challenge. Either way, tonight Sam is going to do the impossible and take the titles from Gothika and Raynin.

As Cyn smirks into the camera, both Sam and Pussy give her a glare of confusion.

Sam Marlowe: Glad you are so sure of that Cyn but I think I can take the rest of this interview myself k?

With a huff, Cyn growls then heads towards the locker room without Sam.

Pussy: Oh my goodness, do you put up with that all the time?

Sam Marlowe: It isn’t really that bad. She just has this biggest bitch in the yard fetish as a way to make me know that she is better than me I think. At least I know that most people don’t think about me the same as she does. I mean I do have some people that respect me and tonight that is going to show. I think the main thing I have to focus on tonight is making sure that I don’t let my partner down and that I give the Fallen a challenge like they haven’t had before. I have trained for this night for the past two weeks and I think I am ready.

Pussy: Well, let me say that tonight Sam, I am going to be rooting for you to win. So good luck to you and Traci tonight.

Sam Marlowe: After tonight, the Fallen are going to realize they shouldn’t have messed with us two Texans.

With that, Sam reaches down for her bag and gives Pussy a friendly wave as she heads towards the locker room.

Pussy: I just hope that for her sake, Sam kicks that sister of hers to the curb. With PR like her, Sam is going to need a lot of help.

Cameras rush backstage as, what we'd assumed had died down, continues on as Steve Ramone, Cyrus King, and Andreas Bergfalk drag Tim along, out into the concession area where fans cheer, making gestures with their arms to get noticed by the camera. Steve brushes past them, shouting in their faces as he has locks of Tim's ginger hair tangled in his fingers.

Simone: Apparently this isn't over as Steve and Company continue this onslaught on Tim Staggs.

Adams: Where's the Nobodies back up that's almost always around?

Simone: Perhaps they have better things to do than to pick another fight with these guys?

Steve drags Tim over to the counter and smashes Tim's head into the cash register, causing it to open up. A few nearby fans reach to grab the money before scattering off. The concession worker tries to object, speaking in a fast paced native tongue. Steve rears his arm back, threatening him, causing him to scramble away. Steve hoists Tim up over the counter, resting his head on the cash register. He turns around to face Cyrus and Andreas, raising his elbow up, kissing his bicep, nodding his head.

Simone: He's going to scramble Tim's brains like an egg!

Adams: Is that such a bad thing, really?

Steve Jumps up into the air to add more pressure to the Elbow Drop, but this gives Tim just enough time to roll off of the counter, causing Steve to crash his elbow against the register. Steve holds his elbow in pain as Cyrus charges forward. Tim ducks a Clothesline attempt, and lifts Cyrus up in a Back Body Drop right across Steve! The crowd gives Tim a minor cheer for his efforts, but Andreas doesn't let up, charging forward with a club to Tim's back. Tim crashes into Cyrus and Steve, but quickly rebounds by hitting a Drop Toe Hold that puts Andreas face first through the popcorn machine!

Simone: Don't call it a comeback! Wait, am I really cheering for Tim Staggs here?

Adams: You're not the only one, Belinda! He seems to be growing on the fans too based on the cheers we're hearing. Well, at least until he opens his mouth...

Steve rolls off of the counter, grabbing onto the back of Tim's head, flinging him over the counter. Tim flops on the ground, but quickly kips up, catching Steve by surrise as he drags him over his fallen comrade. Cyrus slowly rolls off of the counter and spins Tim around. Tim catches him in the stomach with a boot. He goes to hit the Untitled No. 2 on him, but Cyrus shoves Tim over toward the grill. Tim trips up, falling onto it just long enough to feel the burn. He lets out a holler of pain as he trips backward. Cyrus grabs onto his head and drags him over to the drink machine.

Cyrus: You look like you need a drink to cool off there, Timmy boy...

He goes to smash Tim face first into the machine, but Tim stops himself from getting him, and he reverses it on Cyrus. He smashes his face right into the machine before lowering it under the fountain. He presses the nozzle as a fizzy brown soft drink rapidly pours over his face, causing him to sputter.

Tim: You must be thirsty... Oh, how could I forget the ice?

After a moment of nearly drowning Cyrus with the drink, he pulls him over to the ice machine and dunks Cyrus' head in it. Cyrus struggles to get free from Tim's grasp, but Tim doesn't let up. He looks behind him to see Steve stirring. He smashes the lid of the machine on Cyrus' head a few times before tossing Cyrus right into a glass sneeze guard, shattering it. He looks over at Steve, charging forward with a high knee. Steve ducks under it, and hits a chop to Tim's throat. He grabs Tim by the back of the head, anger written all over his face. He drags him over to the deep fryer without even thinking twice about it.

Simone: This isn't fun anymore. We really need to get security over here before somebody gets seriously injured!

Adams: Too late for that, Belinda. Cyrus and Andreas are cut up pretty badly...

Steve drags Tim to it and prepares to dunk his head in it when Tim elbows Steve in the side twice. He breaks free, and the two begin exchanging blows back and forth, working their way away from the fryer as they start to exit the scene, all in front of a captive audience of fans awaiting their bloodied popcorn and soft drinks.

Simone: We'll keep you updated on this apparently ongoing situation as we try to figure out where the security team is!

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The camera focuses on the ring, to see a table with a folder on it and two microphones. Next to the table are chairs on opposite sides. Jason Adams stands in the ring with a microphone in his hand.

Adams: I guess everyone else is busy, so I'm doing this tonight. Hello Paraguay. I'm the guy you hear all through the show when ya watching us, but ya rarely see. I'm Jason Adams, and I'm in the ring because someone requested a very special contract signing. He is the man you saw in action early, welcome to the ring, Mr Travis Nathaniel Andrews!

"Then The Morning Comes" strikes up over the sound system as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks back out onto the stage with his slew of lawyers and personal assistant right behind him. His hair is caked in sweat as he is still wearing his wrestling gear with a T-Shirt thrown over his sweaty body. The crowd is still giving him ton of heat as his trademark smirk is plastered all over his face. Shawna Jennings is holding her clipboard while his lawyers are dressed to the nines. Travis quickly hops up onto the ring apron while watching his entourage walk up the steel ring steps. He swings his leg through the middle ropes followed by his other leg as Jason Adams is watching Travis making his presence felt.

He bypasses doing his normal entrance as he walks directly over towards the table set up inside the ring and picks up a microphone.

Adams: So Mr TNA, what's this contract signing all about?

Travis glares at Jason while raising the microphone up to his lips.

Andrews: Are you really that stupid Adams? Isn't obvious? This contract signing is my way of covering all my bases before High Stakes V rolls around. The past few weeks that dumb Cockney prick has been a victim of circumstance. The circumstance of becoming my bitch. You see Ben, ever since you decided to barge in on my spotlight, I had to ensure that your relic ass would find out the hard way about me. You're dream of having that one match with me went from being a dream match to a total nightmare didn't it. I bet you are now regretting the decision to resign to the company. I mean let's face it your success has come at the expense of riding someone else's coattails.

Andrews takes a minute to compose himself.

Andrews: Now in order for this to be official, I need that Cockney bastard to get his old relic ass out here. So Ben Jordan, I know you are in the back somewhere. Why don't you do something worthwhile and give your pissants a reason for living again. Come on this is your way of keeping me from attacking your dumbass over and over. Then again you won't be able to lay a hand on me unless we are booked in a match or till High Stakes V. How about it Ben? Are you going to leave me hanging? Are you actually going to follow through with what you started? I didn't ask for this shit but I told you back at Summer XXXtreme. You fuck with Mr. TNA then you are held responsible for what happens. You don't have to like it but you will have to DEAL WITH IT.

The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in.

I Like big love, black love, white love, your love
Here we go
Sit back, hold up, open up, just enjoy the show
I Like ice cream, whip cream, nasty dreams
Do you know? Can you feel what I mean?

Say Hey eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
Oh oh oh oh
Say Hey eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh.

The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst in to cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in blue jeans and a black ACW shirt. Ben looks around the crowd, his trademark smile on his face. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman. He stands outside the ring, looking up at ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and in to the ring through the middle and top rope and spins in to the corner, climbing on the top rope and raising his hands. He quickly jumps down and moves towards the center of the ring. Ben picks up the remaining microphone from the table as the music stops.

Ben: My my, you're an angry lad tonight, but hush up cause you know what's coming...

Ben holds a finger up to Travis, looking impatient, but turns to the crowd.

Ben: Alright people.

The crowd instantly cheer as Ben turns back to Travis.

Ben: Did my shell likes decieve me, Travis? There was me sitting in back having a quick drink with Drake, Guns For Hire and Simon Jones, having a great little chin wag about the days of ACW, and I hear my name in your mouth again. Couldn't believe what I was hearing. Let me get this straight, we sign that contract and can not put a hand on each other, unless it's in a match, correct?

Travis nods his head.

Ben: You're protecting yourself from me kicking ya in the knackers, correct?

Andrews: I'm protecting you from me kicking your ass again.

Ben: That is a fair point, I mean you've done that a lot lately and it's not fun to be on that end of it, so go on then. Jason, give the man a pen.

Travis smirks as Jason hands Travis a pen who smiles at Ben as he signs his name on the contract.

Ben: Does this mean that scary man can't hit me anymore Jason?

Adams: Yes it does.

Ben: Oh good.

Ben launches himself across the table, clocking Travis on the chin, sending him flying backwards out of his chair. Ben sits on the top of the desk looking down at Travis.

Ben: Take that look off your face son, cause you can't do anything now.

Ben holds up the contract as TNA gets to his feet. Ben places the contract down on the table and softly taps TNA on the cheek.

Ben: I'll sign the contract but first.

Ben squeezes TNA's nose with his thumb and forefinger.

Ben: You are a forty two carot plonker, you know that? I mean come on! After your attacks on me you didn't think I'd do this?

Ben leads TNA to the table, facing him towards the contract.

Ben: Your name there means you can't touch me, but it doesn't mean I can't walk down the street, sneak up behind you and whack ya with a wet fish if I really wanted to. All you can do is sit there and ask for another. You're just lucky I'm a decent guy.

Ben puts the mic down and lets go of TNA's nose. He picks up the the pen and signs the contract. He picks up the mic again.

Ben: See ya later, mate. Might wanna put some ice on that hooter of yours, bigger than it usually is. Anyway people, I will see you all soon.

"Blame it on the Boom Boom" blast through the speakers again and Ben turns away from an irate Travis and leaves the ring

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Justin: The following contest is a one on one confrontation and will be a non title match!! The first wrestler to come down the aisle stands in at 6’2 and weighs in at 220 pounds!! Hailing from Dallas, Texas!!! The Mental Rapist!!! Sean Jackson!!!!!

v/o: "Lord Raab, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

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

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

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

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

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two very beautiful women from Paraguay carrying baskets making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into whistles and catcalls as they are both dressed in very scantily fitted outfits, 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 motionless while Pamela moves to his side and plants a kiss on his cheek. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Pamela finishes the kiss and turns towards the camera.

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

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

As the entourage begins to move towards the ring, the two women reach into their baskets and begin dropping $100 bills on the ramp for Sean Jackson to walk on.

The fans closest to the guard rails attempt to reach for the fallen bills, but are unable to so as Sean Jackson and company begin the slow walk down to the ring. Pamela is dressed in a power suit, while Vanessa has on a long black dress with a split running up the leg showing off her well toned legs with every step. Sean Jackson has on a black shirt while wearing black trunks with red MRSJ lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is in his normal suit and tie.

As both women stop on either side of the ring steps, they continue to drop $100 bills on the steps and toss them in the ring in order for Mr. Jackson to continue walking on the green path. Once in the ring, the spotlight continues to bathe Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Pamela and Vanessa, he then begins to mean mug the fans around ringside before hopping down off the turnbuckle. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the stadium.

Justin: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 230 pounds!! Hailing from Cologne, Germany!! The newly crowned SCW World Heavyweight Champion!! The German Monster!!! Lord Raab!!!!

Monster by Skillet 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.

Simone: The first match as SCW world champion against the man that Raab doesn’t want to put the title on the line against!!!

Adams: Who doesn’t want to see Jackson become champion again???

DING DING DING

The bell rings as the giant stalks Jackson, forcing him in the corner. Just as Raab wants to to take hold of him, it is Jackson that pushes his upper body through the ropes. Forcing Jasmine St. John to tell Raab to step away. The camera moves closer to Sean Jackson as the former champion looks annoyed.

Jackson: That freak smells awful, no wonder nobody can come close to him.

He makes a face that tells us that Raab stinks. He gets back fully in the ring as Raab charges in on him, causing Jackson to slide out of the ring.

Adams: Smart idea, regroup and catch your breath again Sean!!

Simone: From what???

Jackson gotten out of the ring and walks around, not realizing that Raab gets out of the ring after him. After seeing that Raab has gotten to the outside he runs around the ring and slides back in. Waiting for Raab to get back in the ring and then Jackson starts to assault him with double axhandles and follows it up with driving knee into the ribs of the champion. Sean grabs the head of Raab as he drives his knee in the lower back of the champion. Forcing Jasmine to ask if Raab wants to give in to the move. But the champion refuses to give into it. Causing Jackson to dig his fingers into the eyes of the champion as he blasts his fist into the head of Raab as Jasmin starts to use the five count.

Simone: Jackson needs to watch out that he doesn’t get counted out!!!

Just as Jasmine gets to the count of four, it’s Sean that lets go off the champion. He gets to his feet and turns his attention to the crowd as he starts to get cocky for a moment. He then turns his attention back to Lord Raab as he grabs the left arm of the champion and then kicks him hard in the ribs. Causing Raab to growl in anger as he is feeling the pain that is being dished out to him, Sean grabs one of his legs and locks him in a single leg Boston Crab submission hold. Causing Jasmine to confront the champion whether he wants to give in to the submission once more. But once more it is Raab that refuses to give into the pain.

Adams: You need to do more than that to get this monster give up

Simone: The German monster Adams.

Raab slowly starts to crawl his way towards the ropes, trying to force the referee to break the hold that way. Just as he is inches away from the ropes it is Sean Jackson that lets go off the hold and drives an elbow in the lower back area. He slides out of the ring as he drags Raab to the outside as he has him by the arm and drags him to the outside. Raab is chest and face first outside the ring apron as Sean Jackson starts to choke him out while Jasmine starts to use a five count once more. Jackson lets go at the count of four before climbing the apron and driving a knee into the chest area of Raab as that sends the champion to the outside as his feet are hanging by the bottom rope causing him to hang upside down. Sean Jackson gets up and starts to kick away at Raab before putting his boot around his throat area as Jasmine starts to use the five count once more.

Simone: Jackson is really vicious tonight!!!

Adams: He must have taken the words of Raab too personal from last week!!!

Jackson stops the choke at the count of four before rolling back in the ring and celebrates as the fans boo him. Raab is slowly getting to his feet as he is coughing out loud while Jasmine is on the count of six to count him out. Raab rolls back in the ring at the count of eight as Jackson was waiting for him, he grabs him by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. He follows it up with an Irish Whip, that Raab reverses and drops Jackson with a big boot to the face. Raab gets to a knee, coughing out loud before catching some breathe and turns his attention to Jackson. Sean Jackson has gotten to his feet and ran towards Raab, who catches him and delivers a big time Sidewalk Slam. Crushing Jackson hard on the canvas with his back coming down crashing. Raab goes for the cover, but Jasmine only gets a count of two as Jackson manages to get his shoulder up in time.

Adams: That was close!!!

Raab gets to his feet and grabs Jackson by the head and pounds away on it for a few times before pulling him up by grabbing his face and digging his fingers into his nose. Causing Jackson to scream out loud before feeling a powerful forearm bashing into the chest area. Raab pushes Jackson in the ropes and levels him with a clobbering blow to the back, causing him to fall to his knees. Raab grabs Jackson by the head and drives series of elbows in the forehead of the former champion and then grabs him by the throat for a chokeslam. Lifting the former champion up in the air and then drops him hard on the canvas, he then rolls on top of him for the three count.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!! Thr…..

Jackson manages to put his foot on the ropes, causing Jasmine to break the three count as she caught him doing that.

Simone: Smart, ring awareness from Sean Jackson.

Raab gets up and looks at the foot on the rope, he grabs Jackson by the head and lifts him up once more. He sends him in the ropes for a clothesline that Jackson ducks. Raab turns around as Jackson comes off the ropes with a flying cross body block, but Raab catches him in mid air and executes a Samoan Drop as Jackson hits hard on the canvas because of it. Raab slowly sits up and goes for the cover as Jasmine goes for the three count once more.

Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr…

A kick out from Jackson once more, causing Raab to get annoyed as he questions the referee for a slow count. Jasmine shows him the count of two and that the match continues no matter what. Raab grabs Jackson and starts badmouthing Jasmine as he drags Jackson towards the corner. Jasmine is warning Raab for anything illegal as out of sight from the referee it is Jackson that delivers a low blow to the champion. Causing him to fall to his knees as Sean Jackson rolls on his back and catches his breath.

Simone: That is a game changer for ya!!!

Adams: As long as the referee doesn’t see it, then it’s all legal!!!

Sean Jackson slowly gets to his feet, grabbing the legs of the champion who is now on the ground rolling around in pain. He spreads the legs and drives a headbutt in the lower regions of the champion before going for the cover as he has his legs on the ropes. Jasmine goes for the cover, but after the count of two she notices that it is an illegal pin attempt. She taps Sean Jackson on the back and telling him that there’s no three count. Causing Jackson to be irate as he starts to badmouth her for a few moments but changes his mind afterwards. Turning his attention back to Raab as the Monster explodes out of nowhere with a clothesline. Causing Jackson to hit the canvas hard and both men are down. Jasmine starts to use the ten count on both of them.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!! Three!!! Four!!!

Simone: It can’t end like this!!!

Jasmine: Five!!! Six!!! Seven!!!

At the count of eight, both men slowly start to stir again. Both clearly in pain from the punishment that the other dished out upon them. Raab is first to his feet as he grabs Jackson and blasts across his back several times with a big time blow. He then sets him up for a Powerbomb in the middle of the ring, but as he goes for the move it is Sean Jackson that somehow manages to execute a Frankensteiner into a pinning combination.

Jasmine: One!!! Two!! Thr….

Simone: Kickout!!!

Raab uses his leg strength to kick out of the predicament, both men get up at the same time. This time it is Jackson that surprises Raab with a Drop Toe Hold, sending the champ face first into the turnbuckles. Jackson stands in the corner and measures the champion, who is slowly starting to get to his hands and knees.

Simone: Uh oh, you aren’t telling me that….,

Adams: Yup, he is going for the Game called Due To Darkness!!!

Setting Lord Raab up for his finisher, he suddenly gets distracted by what happened last week between him and Synn on the Titan Tron. Causing Jackson to be distracted on what is going on in the ring and turns his attention towards the Titan Tron. Suddenly we see Lord Raab slowly getting to his feet and stumbles towards Sean Jackson.

Adams: WATCH OUT!!!! HE’S BEHIND YOU!!!!

Raab spins Jackson around by the arm and follows it up with

Simone: The Killercutter!!!!

Hitting his variation of the Diamond Cutter, Raab rolls Sean Jackson on his back and covers him as Jasmine starts to use the three count

Jasmine: One!! Two!! Three!!!

The bell rings as Lord Raab’s music hits, Henry grabs his championship belt and walks into the ring as he tells Jasmine to go away and hands him the title while raising his arm in victory as the other Monstimals join Raab in the ring.

Justin: The winner of this match!!! Lord Raab!!!!

As Raab and the rest of the Monstimals celebrate in the ring the crowd suddenly erupts into cheers.

Simone: What’s going on?

Adams: It’s Drake Green! And Guns For Hire is with him!

Green and GFH slide into the ring and immediately attack the Monstimals. Samuel and Landon exchange some blows in the corner as Ethan surprisly gets the upper hand on Goth, clotheslining him over the top rope. Brody goes to join his partner Landon working over McPhearson but the beast of a man Samuel pushes them both off and slips out of the ring. Meanwhile, amidst epic cheers in the center of the ring, Drake pounds on the skull of the World Heavyweight Champion. With Raab staggering, Drake drops back a few feet and calls out with the crowd.

Drake: What time is it?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Green runs in to hit his trademark underhook DDT but the Champion wises up and slides out of the ring. All three Monstimals slowly back up the ramp and Raab threatens Drake as the crowd goes wild.

Adams: They’ve fought off the Monstimals, Belinda. They’re human!

Simone: I wouldn’t be so sure, Jason. It looks to me like they’re just backing up to regroup. I don’t think this one is over.

Back in the ring, Drake, Ethan, and Landon raise their arms to thunderous cheers from the crowd. Drake notices something in the corner of the ring. He walks ovewr and picks it up.

Simone: He’s got Raab’s belt!

Drake looks at the World Heavyweight Championship belt in his hands and starts to smile.

Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!

The crowd goes nuts as Drake, still smiling widely, holds Raab’s Championship high in the air and then turns to point at Raab who is now at the top of the ramp with Goth and McPhearson. Raab goes nuts as his fellow Monstimals hold him back and Drake climbs the ropes, holding the belt high in the air as we cut to backstage.

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The cameras switch backstage as Alexis Edwards is making her way through one of the halls. She seems to be searching for someone and a moment later her friend and fellow Nobodies stablemate, Connor Murphy appears on the camera.

Connor: Great speech out there, Lex. And great job sending that message last week.

In an uncharacteristic move, Alexis smiles briefly, but she looks past Connor.

Alexis: Yeah, thanks Con. Look, have you seen Tim? I need to find him.

Connor scratches his head and shrugs as Alexis looks disappointed.

Connor: He’s around here somewhere, love. What is goin’ on with you two? Neither one of ye will tell me and you used to be thick as thieves.

Alexis sighs and shakes her head.

Alexis: I’d love to explain, Connor…Well, actually I wouldn’t…but I will. I will explain soon, but I need to find Tim and get this shit figured out. I’m tired of him being so pissed off at me and once I find him, he won’t be anymore. At least I hope not.

Connor: Yeah, about that…

Alexis cuts Connor off before he can even ask what he’s about to ask.

Alexis: Before you ask me what I did to him, allow me to answer. Let’s just say I didn’t exactly tell him about everything I went through before I met him and he didn’t take to kindly to that. I’m not exactly one to just reveal all the shit I’ve been through at the drop of a dime, so he got pissed at me thinking I don’t trust him.

Connor: Do you?

Alexis looks slightly confused.

Alexis: What? Do I what?

Connor: Do you trust him?

Alexis goes silent and doesn’t answer that question. Connor shakes his head and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Connor: Lex, love…You two need to get this shite figured out and quick. Otherwise all that stuff ye just rambled on about in the ring? It’ll be for nothin’.

Alexis shakes her head.

Alexis: Like hell it will, Con! I meant what I said out there!

Connor: I know ye did, Lex, but if ye want my honest opinion here? You’ve been talking a big game lately, but now followin’ through! This crap between you and Tim has to end, because it’s only causing ye to screw up and make mistakes. When ye were initiated a couple a months back, we were the strongest we’ve ever been. Now? People keep seeing the tension between the two of ye and it’s making us look bad.

Alexis: You think I don’t know that? I’ve been trying to fix it for weeks!

Connor shakes his head.

Connor: Apparently not hard enough. Prove Tim wrong. You can trust him, whether ye believe so or not so make him believe it. And once ye do, we can get back to making a real impact around this place.

Alexis: It’s not that simple--

Connor: It IS that simple, Lex. Just fix it!

Connor then storms off leaving Alexis alone. She watches, shocked and confused as he disappears out of sight and once he is gone, she narrows her eyes and lets out a growl before she spins around and punches a wall. She immediately regrets it, however, as a pained expression appears on her face and she holds her hand. She bites her bottom lip, holding back a scream as she heads off down the hall to go have her hand checked out.

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Simone: Things have really heated up backstage in the parking lot between Steve Ramone and Tim Staggs.

Adams: I'm being told that security has finally been alerted to the situation. They need to hurry, because this is getting insane.

Backstage, Tim Staggs has the back of Steve Ramone's head, smashing it into the side of a black sportscar. He growls with each banging motion. Tim goes for one final blow, but Steve lifts his leg up, stopping himself from going into it again. He smashes his elbow back, right into Tim's nose, which almost immediately causes Tim to start gushing blood. With the distraction, Steve grips the back of Tim's head and smashes his face as hard as he can, through the side window, shattering it. He retracts Tim's head, blood pouring down from his forehead and cheeks as well as his nose. Steve smashes his face through the remnants, tossing Tim inside. Steve is breathing heavily as he leans against the car to catch his breath. He turns around to open the door, but as he unlatches it, Tim kicks the door with all of his might, nearly doubling Steve over. Steve leans into the door where Tim grabs onto his hair, dragging him part way through. He bashes him in the face a few times with his fist as the door swings in closer. Tim grips a piece of broken glass as he quickly puts a long cut across Steve's forehead.

Simone: This is a pure bloodbath, these guys have nothing but hate for one another.

Adams: Even Helen Keller could see that, Belinda. But wait, what's this?

As Tim goes to take another swipe with the glass, he is blindsided by Jessie Salco! The fans boo at her presence as she jumps on Tim's back, clawing at his face. Steve falls to the ground, blood dripping from his forehead. He slowly works his way back up to his feet when the masked female Nobody wraps a chain around his neck. She pulls it tight and locks it. Jessie drops off of Tim's back and charges at her, but Tim grabs onto her arms, hooking his under hers. He walks her up closer to the masked female, who wraps the chain around her fist. She bashes Jessie in the face with it several times, busting her open as she laughs. Tim drops Jessie as he grabs onto the chain, dragging Steve as if it were a leash. He has a sadistic smile on his face as he makes his way to a beat up red Trans Am. He latches the chain to a hitch on the back of the dated car.

Tim: Let's take a little ride, Stevie boy. Let me show you around the lovely countryside...

The masked female Nobody picks Jessie up by the hair and flings her into a car. As she charges forward, Jessie leans down, lifting her up and over with a Back Body Drop onto the hood of the car. She bashes the female across her chest before climbing onto the hood of the car. She slowly lifts her up, shoving her head between her legs as the fans cheer for the brutality. She sneers as she goes to lift the masked one up into a Powerbomb position when a voice cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter.

Erik Staggs: STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!

Simone: I've never heard Erik Staggs with that much tone in his voice

Adams: Is this because that's his great nephew, or because he's doing his job?

Jessie looks back for a second, just long enough to get lifted up in a Fireman's Carry by the masked female Nobody. She looks right at Erik as she prepares to dump her through the windshield. However, before she can debate it too long, the massive security team rushes her, taking her off of her feet, and pulling Jessie down. They then rush over to Tim Staggs, stopping him from hitching Steve to the back of the car. The fans boo for the interference, but the team does their job by pulling Tim away.

Simone: It's about damn time. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a lawsuit to come from this.

Adams: Oh come on, it toughened up the little ginger bugger.

The security team checks on a bleeding Jessie Salco and a nearly unconscious Steve Ramone. Once Steve nods that he's okay, he and Jessie simultaneously leap over the security team, bashing their respective foes over the head, bringing us back to a boiling over fight. The crowd screams in approval once more. Security pulls them apart, but barely, as they begin swinging over the security team at one another. Erik comes in between them all, helping the security team to push them further apart. Once he's acheived this, even if only momentarily, he glares at all four competitors with rage in his own eyes.

Erik: EEEEEEEENOUGH!!! Enough, damn it! Enough!

Not to ones to comply with orders, Steve and Tim try their hardest to break free from the security team. The team intensifies their efforts on the two men while Erik puffs his chest out in a bit of authority.

Erik: I know I haven't been visible lately, and things have been going to shit because of it. I'm here, and I'm going to make one thing crystal clear to you... all four of you...

Simone: Uh oh, that doesn't sound good.

Adams: I feel like one of them is about to get sent to their room with that stern voice.

Erik: If any of you so much as lays a finger on one of the other between now, and High Stakes V, outside of active competition? Suspension. No if's, and's, or but's about it. I will not tolerate this kind of gross misconduct backstage at any of our shows. Are we clear?

Tim nods his head, as does the masked female, but Steve and Jessie simply laugh at this assertion of power. Erik looks over at them, glaring before his eyes flare up once more.

Erik: ARE... WE... CLEAR?!? I'm the Head of Talent Relations, and I will make sure your suspension sticks this time, Steve. Now, get these animals out of my face before we wind up paying more for damages than we've made tonight.

Simone: Whoa! Erik Staggs is definitely asserting himself here tonight, though the fans might not like his methods too much.

Adams: I don't think I do either. I was looking forward to seeing them beat the living hell out of one another. I guess we just have to wait for High Stakes, eh Lindy?

The security team leads Tim and the masked female Nobody off in a separate direction from Jessie and Steve. Once the area is cleared, Erik lets out an exasperated sigh as he kicks a few shards of broken glass around on the ground. He throws his arms up in the air as we fade elsewhere.

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The scene opens with Casey Williams backstage talking to Pussy Willow about his attack of Goth last week.

PW:So, Casey, why did you go above and beyond the call of a lumberjack last week during Goth’s title defense against Sebastian Hardin?

Casey:Well, Pussy, it is obvious. I didn’t like how he and Lord Raab attacked Drake Green after our match two weeks ago, and where we know actions speak louder than words, I took matters into my own hands and made sure I got both of their attentions, first by calling out Raab, then doing what I did to Goth during the match. I am not going to let them run over a celebrated and decorated man like Drake Green with no consequences. Just because they have championship gold doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to be punished for their actions, and since Hot Stuff Mark Ward won’t do anything, I WILL!!!

PW:I see. I can understand why you want to help Drake Green, especially where Goth and Raab both attacked him, granted your helping him is after the fact.

Casey:Does it really matter when I help him, just so much I am backing him, just like I am J2H in regards to Brother Grimm.

Casey cackles as the scene fades to black.

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Goth walks into the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, the champ looks at him and smiles.

Goth: How ya doing Mark???

HS: What you want Goth??

Goth: I just want to ask you to line me up against someone that I can break down in the ring for the coming match. I want someone good for my open challenge, that people are oh so hesitant to take me on for. I wonder whether people are still really in hopes and dreams of taking away my belt from me.

Mark grins as he nods his head.

HS: We got something good planned for you for the next show, don't you worry Goth... don't you worry.

The two men talk some more as the shot fades

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Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of the evening. The following bombshell tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championship.

Adams: Oh man, I can't wait for this match.

Simone: I know what you mean. This match has four of the brightest bombshells on the roster.

Adams: Not to mention they are all smokin' hot.

“Set Me on Fire” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play the image of fire begins to play against the curtain to backstage. Stepping through the curtain of fire, a woman walks out with a smile as she poses at the entrance.

Justin Decent: Introducing from Houston Texas, she is the one and only…Sam Marlowe!

Sam raises her arms as she is introduced. Heading to the ring, she plays to the fans, slapping hands and posing with others. Finally she climbs the stairs to the ring apron and lays herself across the middle rope and blows a kiss to the camera and then rolls inside the ring. Walking towards the corner, she unzips her short jacket and pulls it off. Handing it to ringside staff, she turns and begins stretching out for the match as she watches the ramp.

Adams: Sam is looking rather stunning tonight

Justin Decent: and her tag team partner.....Traci Patterson

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before focusing on her opponent.

Simone: This will be an interesting duo to say the least

Adams: Traci could provide the power while Sam provides the speed.

Justin Decent: and their opponents, they are the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions...The Fallen

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

Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul
Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight

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

The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake
Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Allience
Our Numbers Are Strong
We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
They Must Think Of Us

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

But Now We Must Fly
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight
Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain

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

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

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

Adams: The champions look to be excited about this match.

Simone: They better not get to comfortable. Traci is a former tag team champion herself and Sam has proven her worth in the ring.

Darknyss exits the ring as Drew Patton holds up the tag belts for the audience to see what is on the line. The Fallen are in their corner going over strategy as Sam and Traci are deciding who goes first for their team. Gothika steps out onto the ring apron as Raynin gets in final preparations as Traci steps out onto the ring apron.

Simone: From the looks of it Raynin will be starting for The Fallen and Sam Marlowe will be starting for her team.

Adams: This is going to be good.

DING DING DING

The bell sounds as Raynin and Sam step out of their corners and begin to circle each other. They do one more rotation before coming together in the middle of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Both ladies are jockeying for position as Raynin is able to get the quick upper hand by slipping Sam into a side headlock. Raynin applies a little more pressure as Sam slams her forearm into Raynin's ribcage. Sam repeatedly slams her forearm into Raynin's ribs as she finally breaks free. Sam bounces a little before running towards the ring ropes. Raynin catches her on the rebound with a swift belly to belly which sends Sam across the ring. The move jars Sam's back a bit as Raynin grabs Sam by the arm and flings her into her corner.

Adams: That is not the corner Sam wants to be in right now.

Simone: Those were hard shots into Raynin's ribs.

Adams: Are you serious? Raynin has battled through a massive cut on her forehead. She will be fine.

Sam bounces off the turnbuckle as Raynin stops her while placing her boot underneath Sam's chin. Drew tells Raynin to remove her boot. She continues to apply pressure as Drew starts to put in the count.

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Before he can reach the count of 4, Raynin tags in Gothika while dropping her foot. As Gothika enters the ring, Raynin backs up a bit while waiting for Gothika to grab her hand. In one fluid motion, Raynin slams her shoulder into the midsection of Sam after a little help from Gothika. Sam begins to cough as Gothika grabs a handful of hair and tosses Sam across the ring while using the hair as a slingshot. Drew Patton warns Gothika not to pull the hair. Gothika looks at her hands as strands of red hair dangle from her fingers.

Adams: Oh my god, Gothika just ripped hair out of Sam's head.

Simone: I am sure Gothika didn't mean it.

Sam is groggily trying to get back up to her feet as Gothika continues to look at the hair on her fingers. Sam grabs at her lower back while wenching in pain but she urges for Gothika to come get her. Gothika shoots her eyes back up toward Sam as she notices Sam motion for her to bring it. A sense of urgency comes over Gothika as she makes her way over toward Sam. As Gothika gets close enough, Sam leaps off the canvas and extending her legs as the bottom of boots catch Gothika flush in the face. The force from the move knocks Gothika back but not off her feet. Sam notices this and tries it again. The dropkick still causes Gothika to wobble on her feet but she is still standing. Sam puts her arms out to her side while pleading for the crowd for help. She points toward her tag partner as the crowd starts to go crazy. Traci sticks her hand out as Sam tags her into the match.

Simone: After two amazing dropkicks, Gothika just won't go down. Maybe Traci can be the difference maker.

Adams: Stranger things have happened.

Sam goes to leave as Traci stops her. She motions for them to try one more time to get Gothika off her feet. Sam looks at her then out at the crowd as chants of "This is Awesome" starts to bounce around the arena. Gothika is still a little groggy as Traci and Sam hit the canvas with both feet before leaping through the air and knocking her down.

Adams: What? How?

Gothika is finally off her feet as Sam quickly rolls out of the ring. Traci doesn't waste anytime as she bounces off the ropes and connects with a rolling senton. Gothika lets out a grunt as all of Traci's weight comes down on Gothika's right arm. Traci notices Gothika is favoring her arm as she grabs a hold of it and slams it against the canvas. The force from the slam shoots a sharp pain through Gothika's body as Traci repeats the same action. Gothika is trying to hide the pain as Traci turns her onto her stomach while pulling back on the right arm. Drew quickly drops down to his knees as he checks on Gothika's condition.

Simone: Traci is trying to break that arm of Gothika.

Gothika shakes her head as Traci continues to pull back on her arm while sitting on top of her upper back. Gothika tries to crawl towards the ropes as Traci changes positions by placing Gothika's right arm in her legs. The pain continues to shoot through Gothika's arm as she continues to crawl towards the ring ropes. Traci realizes what Gothika is doing and quickly shoots up to her feet. She grabs a hold of Gothika's ankle and drags her over towards her corner. Traci grapevines Gothika's ankle while reaching up towards Sam's hand.

Drew acknowledges the tag as Sam slingshots herself back into the match while driving the point of her elbow into Gothika's right shoulder. Sam quickly shoots up to a knee while grabbing a hold of Gothika's arm and scissoring it between her legs. This move allows Traci to quickly leave the ring as Drew once again checks to see if Gothika wants to submit. Gothika shakes her head no as she slowly works her way up to her knees.

Simone: Gothika isn't going to try what I think she is going to try

Adams: Looks that way

Sam repositions herself as Gothika continues to stand up to her feet. The audience is in shock as Sam can't believe it herself. Gothika uses Sam's own positioning against her as she falls back to the canvas. The crowd gasps as Sam bows her back and Gothika immediately grabs her hand. Raynin is urging her tag partner to get back into the fight as Sam rolls over onto her belly. Both ladies start to crawl towards their respective corners as the crowd split between both teams. Gothika's long frame is helping her inch closer to her corner as Sam springs toward her corner.

Sam's hand touches Traci's hand first as Drew claps his hands signalling the tag. Traci quickly enters the ring as Gothika just barely touches Raynin's hand. Drew signals for the tag as Raynin comes in like a house of fire. First knocking Traci down with a clothesline followed by a baseball slide sending Sam down to the floor. Raynin quickly shoots back up to her feet as she catches Traci in the temple with a side thrust kick. She bangs on the top turnbuckle while pumping the crowd up.

Adams: What a match

Simone: These four ladies are putting it all on the line tonight.

As Traci is still down on the canvas, Raynin jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and positions herself for the big payoff. Raynin stands up on the turnbuckle as she motions for something spectular. Right as she is about to leap off, Sam emerges up onto the ring apron and shoves Raynin off the top. Gravity grabs a hold of Raynin as her throat bounces off the top rope. Sam seems shocked by what she has done as she stands on the apron holding her head. The crowd is stunned as well as Gothika comes running towards her. Just as Gothika is about to approach her, Sam drops down while pulling the ropes with her which causes Gothika to crash and burn on the floor.

Sam is looking down at Gothika as Traci is back up on her feet. She is shaking her head while trying to get her bearings back. She glances over to see Raynin rolling on the mat while holding her throat. At first, she scratches her head before pulls Raynin back up to her feet. She grabs Raynin by the arm and whips her towards the ropes. Raynin ducks the initial clothesline attempt and stops right behind Traci. As Traci turns around, Raynin catches her flush across the jaw with a wicked right hook. Traci stumbles to the right as Raynin catches Sam with a dropkick of her own. The force of the kick sends Sam crashing down to the floor as Raynin is back up to a knee.

Adams: When will the madness end?

Simone: Madness? I think you are delusional.

Raynin takes moment to see her tag team partner still laid out on the arena floor before turning her attention towards Traci. Traci continues to wobble as Raynin charges at her. Traci manages to kick Raynin in the face which stops her dead in her tracks. While Raynin is grabbing her face, Traci hooks her in a front facelock while lifting her high into the air. Traci holds Raynin in the air for at least five minutes before dropping her back first onto the canvas. Traci quickly goes for the cover.

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Before Drew can strike the canvas for a three count, Gothika somehow manages to break up the pin attempt. As Raynin is still reeling from that vicious suplex, Gothika picks Traci up off the canvas and flings her off into her corner. Gothika follows it up with a hard body strike which flattens Traci in the corner. Gothika turns her attention back towards her partner as Sam is back up on the ring apron. She blindtags herself in as Gothika isn't aware of the tag. Traci slowly rolls out of the ring as Sam is perched on top of the turnbuckle.

Simone: Can you say instant classic?

Adams: Not until the bell sounds.

The crowd is going haywire as Darknyss is slamming her hands against the ring apron trying to get Gothika's attention. Gothika slowly turns around as Sam leaps off the turnbuckle, hooks her legs around Gothika's head and twirls her across the ring. Gothika flips head over heels as she lands awkwardly on her injured right hand. Sam is quickly back up to her feet as she connects with a baseball slide of her own which sends Gothika out of the ring. Sam is once again back on her feet as the adrenaline is running through her veins. She notices Raynin is getting back up as she starts clapping her hands together.

The crowd can sense the end is near as Raynin is up to one knee. Sam looks to grab a hold of Raynin's arms but she pushes Sam off towards the turnbuckles. Sam manages to catch herself before colliding chest first into the turnbuckle. She goes to spin back around when Raynin nearly kicks her head off with a vicious superkick.

Adams: SSSSUPPPPPERRRKIIICCCKKKKK!!!!!

Simone: That nearly took Sam's head off.

Adams: I think I saw a tooth fly.

Raynin drags Sam's lifeless body towards the center of the ring before falling on top of her. She hooks both legs as Drew drops down to make the count.

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Drew calls for the bell as Raynin sits up while still holding her throat.

Justin Decent: Here are your winners and still SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Raynin and Gothika...The Fallen

"Black Fire Upon Us" strikes back up as Raynin is slowly getting back to her feet as Gothika is slowly getting up on the outside.

Adams: Now that was an instant classic. If the nominees for MOTY haven't been announced yet then this one should be placed on the ballet.

Simone: Traci and Sam put up a valiant effort but they still fell short.

Adams: If next week is half as good as tonight then High Stakes V will be a PPV you all must see.

Simone: Well, that is all the time we have tonight. From Jason Adams, I am Belinda Simone saying see you all next week as Climax Control 128 invades Santa Marta, Colombia.

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THANK YOU To Chris, Mark, Dustin, Gerrit, Jenny, Maggie, Mike, Sam, Lyah, Simon Jones, Ro, The Lord MK, Erik, Mikah, Casey, Annie, Fizz. Also again to Annie for the cool match banners and to you all for being a part of SCW!