6…7…8…Twisted Sister finally emerges from under the ring, appearing empty handed to Roxi, but she’s clutching something in her hands. She’s crouched forward and when she turns around, Roxi leaps off the top turnbuckle right towards her! The look on her face turns horrified however, as Twisted Sister’s hand comes into view and she has a steel chain wrapped around it and she nails Roxi in the head as Roxi crashes against her and Jasmine immediately calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Oh my God!

Adams: Well…can’t say that surprises me at all!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman you winner by disqualification and advancing to the next round…Roxi Johnson!!

Jasmine immediately exits the ring to check on both women. Twisted Sister has disappeared, having crawled under the ring, as Roxi is holding her head. As the camera zooms in a little closer blood can be seen on Roxi’s hand and Jasmine St. John calls for medical attention! A few moments later, Roxi’s wife and tag team partner, Keira, dashes down the ring with medical personnel following behind her as the head over to check on Roxi.

Adams: Where did Twisted Sister go?!

Simone: I don’t think anyone really cares right now, Jason. Oh geez, Roxi’s head forehead is covered in blood.

Keira and the medical staff help Roxi back to her feet, and there is a large gash in Roxi’s forehead and she’s dazed and confused. As Keira and the others help Roxi towards the back, a loud noise startles them, and they turn around.

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: Texas Chainsaw Massacre!!

Twisted Sister has emerged from under the ring wielding a chainsaw and she’s has turned it on! She revs it up as she stares right at Roxi with a crazed smile on her face! Keira looks horrified as she tries to quickly get Roxi towards the back and Twisted Sister tries to give chase with the chainsaw! Security guards surround Twisted Sister as Roxi and Keira disappear backstage.

Simone: This is bad, Jason. This is VERY bad…

A temporary stand-off ensues as Twisted Sister revs up the chainsaw a bit, almost daring them to charge at her. The security in front of her stands there, confused for a moment, until the security guards behind her charge at her, putting themselves in danger! They wrap their arms around her waist and grab her arms and somehow manage to get her to drop the chainsaw and drag her away from it, and she kicks and screams wildly!

Adams: There ya go…Danger avoided!

Simone: Just barely! This has to be the most bizarre behavior we’ve seen from her yet…and that is saying something!

The security guards drag Twisted Sister away as she continues to kick and scream wildly, cackling occasionally. Another security guard gets the chainsaw, turning it off and taking it backstage as they lead Twisted Sister away.

The scene switches to a locker room where, microphone in hand, Pussy Willow is stood, together with Simon Jones; already changed into his usual ring attire, Simon is wearing royal-blue trunks and knee pads, and black boots, as well as a black t-shirt.

PW: Simon Jones, tonight you will be back in the six-sided ring for the first time since High Stakes V, when you compete in a one-on-one match against J2H. However, before we come to that, first I want to ask you about the war that is developing between Team ACW, and those that are under the command of Hot Stuff Mark Ward.

Simon frowns, not having expected this line of questioning.

Simon: What about it?

PW: Well, in an interview that I conducted with Guns For Hire three weeks ago, Ethan Brody reminded everyone that you are also "an ACW original." However, a few days ago, you appeared to distance yourself from Team ACW.

Before Pussy Willow can say anything else, Simon butts in.

Simon: You're referring to the conversation that I had over Twitter with Travis Nathaniel Andrews, right?

PW: Correct.

Simon sighs.

Simon: Pussy, I'll tell you the same thing that I told Travis, regarding this matter: I don't have any involvement in what is going on.

PW: So we won't see you in the ranks of Team ACW any time soon, then?

Simon replies with a non-committal tone of voice.

Simon: You just mentioned, Ethan Brody, and Guns For Hire - who are, of course, the new SCW Tag Team Champions. I've made no secret of the fact that I want a shot at those titles, and so at present, that's the only thing that I'm interested in, as far as Team ACW is concerned.

Pussy Willow nods her understanding.

PW: So, moving on to the subject of your match this evening, J2H has stated that he wants to beat you, so as to take your place in the upper rankings of SCW - what do you have to say in response to that?

Simon: I was actually pleasantly surprised by what J2H said about me - it almost sounded as though he respects me.

Simon smirks.

Simon: Three months ago, ahead of my first match following my return to SCW, I stated that it was up to me to show that my time as a main event level wrestler hadn't passed me by - and this match tonight, is the kind of match that I need to win to do that.

Simon rubs his chin.

Simon: I admire J2H for his ambition - for SCW to continue to flourish, it needs young guys like him that want to improve and progress up the ladder. But I'm not ready to ride off into the sunset just yet.

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: J2H may not be a patient man, but if things go the way that I want in our match, he'll be forced to wait - maybe then he'll learn that good things come to those who wait. And if I do beat J2H tonight, then believe me, luck won't have anything to do with it.

PW: Okay. Is there anything else that you would like to add?

Simon: Just to say that today, in the UK, and in other Commonwealth nations - such as Jamaica - it is Remembrance Sunday. And I know that this coming Wednesday, in the United States, it is Veterans Day.

Simon turns to look directly at the camera.

Simon: So, just like when I competed in a match on Remembrance Sunday two years ago, the clothing that I would normally wear for a match today includes something extra.

Simon points to his trunks, and in particular to a red poppy, which has been embroidered onto them.

Simon: The red poppy is the emblem of the Royal British Legion, and I have once again chosen to sport this, so as to commemorate the men and women - not just of the British Armed Forces - who have been killed while serving our respective countries.

Simon then recites the "Ode of Remembrance."

Simon: They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.

The scene cuts away.

Adams: Last week on Climax Control, Drake Green came out at the start of the show and basically announced a war between the ACW originals vs Mark Ward's SCW.

Simone: I was hoping it wouldn't come down to this but with Drake Green holding the biggest prize in this company. I don't think anyone can stop this crusade.

Adams: Sadly, that is the tru.....

Before Adams could finish that sentence, "Drop Dead Cynical" strikes up over the sound system as the arena bursts into a loud array of boos.

Simone: No, don't tell me.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks through the curtain with both arms opened wide with a devilish grin plastered on his face. His music is nearly drowned out by the negative reactions but he doesn't seemed to be phased by this at all.

Simone: Oh great, what is he doing out here?

Adams: Normally, I would agree but it's good too see someone who bleeds SCW.

Simone: Oh please, this guy would rather sell you to a band of slave owners instead of being a team player.

Travis stops midway down the ramp as he glances out at the people in the crowd. They are screaming profanities at him as he just smirks while turning back towards the ring. It's no secret, the last time anyone saw him. He was getting pummeled by Ben Jordan.

Adams: I wonder why he is out here.

Simone: I got a feeling. He is about to tell us.

Travis walks closer to the ring as he hops up onto the ring apron. He turns his back toward Belinda and Jason while holding his arms out even more before stepping into the ring. He prances around the ring before getting a microphone from the ring technician. Travis walks back to the center of the ring. He lifts his head as more boos begin to sound through the arena. Travis is smiling from ear to ear while lifting the microphone to his lips.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Aw, you love me. You really love me.

The boos get louder as Travis lets out a chuckle.

Simone: Is he listening to the same crowd I am?

Adams: Shhhh, the man is speaking.

Travis gazes out amongst the faces as he rattles the microphone a little in his hand. He brings it back up to his lips.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Who am I kidding right? You people hate me. Well the feelings are mutual. However, that isn't why I have decided to finally grace you with my presence. I was sitting at home in Las Vegas, watching this telecast and I was literally sick to my stomach. I mean how in the hell can you all be happy about that turncoat.

A small band of boos turn to cheers as Travis mockingly nods his head.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Yeah, I figured you people would cheer for that ungrateful little weasel. In case you all need a translator, then let me translate what I am saying. Drake Green had the audacity last week to come out to this ring and make a mockery of this great company. So his band of misfits want to revive a dead fed huh. The ACW which by the way I have never heard of but that isn't the point. The point is this. You had the nerve to stand out here and declare war. A war that Mark Ward will win in the end.

The boos resonate through the building as Travis smirks again.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Of course, you all would boo the man who is allowing your pathetic country some national exposure. When was the last time Jamaica was relevant huh? Mark Ward is the sole reason that slimey worm is our SCW World Heavyweight Champion. How do you show your gratitude Drake? You spit in his hand and announce a war. I bet you didn't expect to see me out here answering your pathetic announcement. Yes, I did lose to Ben Jordan but that bastard should know better than anyone. He may have won the battle but rest assured I WILL WIN THE WAR.

The arena is getting louder and louder as Travis narrows his eyes toward the camera.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Any other time I would call myself Mr. TNA but from this moment forward. I will solely be known as MR. SCW. Team ACW keep your eyes opened because Mr. SCW will pluck them out. Ben Jordan, I'm coming for you bitch. What Bennie boy, you didn't like that announcement. Does it look like I give a fuck? Huh does it? Look Bennie boy, you can either do something about it or just DEAL WITH IT.

"Drop Dead Cynical" blares as Travis drops the microphone as that devilish grin re-emerges on his face as his arms are opened wide.

The bell rings, signifying the next match is ready to get underway...

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest here on Climax Control is scheduled for one fall to a finish!

"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeative line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters 'J2H' appear on the screen. J2H appears at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. J2H looks out at the crowd before lifting a fist, the fist at head height. He then starts walking towards the ring. J2H is shirtless, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "Power" written on the back of the shorts.

Justin: From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is J2H!

J2H reaches the ring and he slides under the bottom rope. J2H moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again.

Simone: This match above all of the rest will be the biggest in J2H's career. And it's not because a championship or anything of the like is at stake.

Adams: No, it's because of who his opponent is! He's never been up against someone of this caliber before!

Simone: And it will be that kid's biggest chance to prove himself to everyone who still believes him to be a joke.

Adams: It won't go very far though if he doesn't get his mind off of Brother Grimm! Look! The kid is a bundle of nerves.

The intro of "Simon Says" By Drain STH plays over the arena's PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans.

Justin: His opponent hails from Birmingham, England, weighing 225 pounds ... Simon Jones!

As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans.

Simone: Former SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and we know that Simon Jones has his eyes, as well as his heart, set on the Tag Team Championships! The question is, who will he eventually name as his partner in that quest?

Adams: Who knows, but he'd be better off not looking past J2H. The kid used to be the living joke of the locker room. USED to be. He's not any more!

Simone: No, he's proven himself time and again ever since his return and Simon Jones has got to be wary of the skills J2H has picked up from -- whoever his mysterious benefactor is!

Drew Patton finishes checking Simon, as he did the same for J2H, and the official calls for the opening bell to get this match up underway!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The two young Superstars emerge from their respective corners of the six-sided ring and begin to circle one another, sizing each other up. Simon pauses to offer out his hand in good sportsmanship but J2H just looks at it, then at him with an open sneer as if he's the single most idiotic individual for even expecting such a thing.

Simone: I guess it was a bit too much to expect or hope for.

Simon shrugs it off and they continue to circle each other before they finally pause in the center of the ring and lock up, collar and elbow. Simon, the bigger of the two, starts to easily take control by backing J2H toward the ropes, but J2H switches tactics and instead grabs Jones's arm and twists him into an arm wringer.

Simone: J2H showing some of that technical prowess he's picked up from whoever over the past number of months.

Simon looks for a means of escape but J2H cranks the pressure on, holding him at bay with his wrist bent backward. Simon then opts to somersault over onto the canvas, then performs a kip up. Simon takes the arm of the startled J2H and reverses his own hold, now holding the younger man in an arm wringer.

Adams: Well we all knew going in how much skill Simon Jones has!

J2H hollers in pain as Simon twists his arm a second time, then a third! He follows this up by trapping J2H in an overhead wrist lock.

J2H: C'mon ref! He's got my hair!

Drew moves around to check on the accusation when out of the referee's sight, J2H grabs a big handful of Simon's own hair and yanks him down to the canvas!

Adams: Sneaky! Sneaky!

But this advantage doesn't last for long as Simon rolls through and he ends up pinning J2H face down onto the mat with a hammer lock, applying the pressure!

Simone: Will you look at how Simon Jones is cranking the pressure on that hammer lock?

Adams: He's almost got J2H able to scratch the back of his own head!

J2H pounds the mat with his free hand, gritting his teeth and refusing as Drew asks if he wants to submit. J2H reaches for the ring ropes but Simon pulls him back away from them and has him on his knees from behind, adding leverage to the hold as he keeps the advantage against his opponent. Slowly, J2H starts to force his way to a vertical base and again reaches for the ropes, but Simon pulls him back to the center of the ring. J2H then uses this momentum to his advantage and ducks down, and then behind, dropping to the mat and scissoring Jones's legs with his own and tripping him to the canvas.

Adams: Okay I guess even we have to admit that was a pretty slick counter.

Simone: The question being was he trained to do that move in particular or did it come off the top of his head?

Adams: Either way, it worked.

With Simon temporarily face down on the canvas, J2H opts to fight dirty and he takes two handfuls of Jones's hair and bashes his face into the mat. J2H then attempts to repeat the foul maneuver but Simon puts both hands down and somersaults over, avoiding it. The former World Champion darts into the ring ropes and comes off into J2H's arms but Simon immediately has him in a side headlock and takes him down to the mat with a cradle toss, retaining the hold.

Simone: I must admit I am very surprised at the level of technical and mat wrestling we are seeing here between both men.

Adams: I know! I was expecting a bunch of dropkicks and corkscrew planchas and that shiznit.

Simone: Perhaps with both men sharing similar abilities in that style, they both opted to seek other avenues toward success.

By now, J2H has forced his way back to his feet, still in the side headlock. J2H then uses the ring ropes to break out of the hold and fore Simon off to the neutral side. Simon comes off and they collide in a shoulder block, and it is Simon Jones who crashes to the mat. J2H looks down at him and then out to the crowd with a cocky smirk, obviously pleased with himself. He holds his arms out and the crowd immediately jeers him with obvious displeasure.

Simone: Christ! He's acting as if he's already won!

J2H then races into the ropes and Simon rolls over and J2H hand springs over him and to his feet! Simon jumps up and J2H sends him into the ropes and for a back drop but Simon turns around and back flips over J2H and lands on his feet behind him! Simon grabs him and spins him around and Irish whips him into the ropes but J2H reverses it! J2H tries for a hip toss but Simon lands on his feet and takes him over with an arm drag that sends J2H rolling out of the ring!

Adams: Just when it was getting good!

Simone: But J2H is using Drew's count to his advantage to get a breather.

1...
2...
3...
4...

Simon breaks the count and holds the ropes open for J2H to reenter the ring.

Simone: Another attempt at good sportsmanship on the part of Simon.

Adams: I guess he didn't learn from his first try?

J2H frowns at him but climbs up on the ring apron warily never the less. He starts to step through the ropes with Jones's assistance, then stops and pie faces Simon to the mat! The crowd boos!

Adams: Oh THAT'S nice ya arse!

Simone: Language, Jason!

Adams: Oh you're right. I'm sorry. ... Wanker!

Simone: Better.

J2H turns around and jets a thumb towards himself with a smile when Simon jumps up and springboards off of the ropes and dropkicks the unsuspecting J2H in the back, sending him flying off the apron and to the floor below!

Adams: I guess Simon Jones is done playing nice!

Simone: Against someone like J2H, who can blame him?

Simon ignores Drew's protest and ducks out to the floor in order to grab his opponent and roll him back inside of the ring, following in right after him. Simon drags J2H to his feet and brings him over sharply with a snap suplex. Simon then jumped to his feet and came off of the ropes and landed across the sternum of J2H with a cannon ball splash! He rolled over into a cover and hooked the leg.

1.....
2.....
J2H gets a shoulder up!

Simon rolls though and holds on to J2H, lifting him up for a second suplex. Simon holds J2H up high in the air, in a delayed vertical suplex but J2H slides down the back of him. Simon turns around but J2H jumps up and hits him with a standing Enziguri!

Simone: Okay credit where it is due! That was slick!

Simon crumbles to his knees and J2H uses the top rope to spring first to the middle rope, then to the top rope itself and catapult back into a missile dropkick, sending Jones tumbling back head over heels!

J2H drops down and hooks Simon's leg!

1.....
2.....
Simon kicks out!

Simone: Simon Jones is a game competitor. He didn't get to be a two-time World Champion without being able to take punishment inside of the ring.

J2H hammers the floor with frustration and gets to his feet, arguing with Drew who reiterates it was just a count of two!

Adams: Get back to the match and forget Drew! -- I know I have.

J2H waits behind Simon and taunts him to get up. Simon does so at last and J2H comes up from behind and jumps, pulling him down by the shoulders with his knees buried deep into his back!

Simone: Lung blower!

Again J2H goes for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Simon gets his shoulder up!

Adams: J2H is getting frustrated.

Simone: he can't possibly have thought besting a man like Simon Jones would be easy!

J2H rolls over and grabs Jones on the mat from behind with a rear waist lock and drags him to his feet. He attempts to roll his opponent up in an O'Connor roll but Simon lifts a leg back and behind J2H's own, blocking the attempt. J2H releases the attempt and Simon suddenly pivots around him from behind, and brings J2H up and over with a release German suplex that folds the smaller man in half!

Adams: And THERE'S the former World Champion we know of!

Simon dives down across the back of J2H's bended knees in the jackknife cover!

1.....
2.....
Kick out at the last minute!

Simone: Simon Jones looking a little surprised there himself.

Both men get to their feet, hurt and weary. J2H attempts a super kick but Simon grabs his foot and sweeps his other leg off the mat. J2H lands on the flat of his back. Simon grabs J2H's legs and turns him over in a kneeling Texas cloverleaf!

Simone: What a counter! Simon Jones is going for the submission win!

Adams: Will he tap!? Is J2H going to tap!?

J2H yells out in pain, keeping his hand on the mat, trying to pull himself towards the ropes. Simon sinks lower but J2H continues to pull himself along to the ropes. J2H finally lifts a hand above the mat...

Simone: He's gonna tap out!

J2H stretches his arm out and FINALLY manages to grab hold of the ropes! Drew Patton tells Simon to break the hold but Simon shakes his head. The referee starts the mandatory count...

1...
2...
3...
4...
... and Simon finally breaks the hold.

Simone: That was just a little uncharacteristic of Simon Jones.

Adams: J2H has that effect on people.

Simon turns back to J2H and lifts him right back to his feet. Simon whips J2H in to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with an overhead belly to belly suplex! No sooner does J2H crash land than Simon is on his feet and hits a standing shooting star press!

1.....
2.....
3 - NO! J2H kicks out!

Adams: I thought that was it!

Simone: As did Simon Jones! That was too close but J2H can take punishment!

Both men lay on the canvas, breathing hard, as Drew starts to issue his count against them to return to their feet!

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2...
3...
4...
5...
6...

The first man to return to his feet is Simon, as J2H uses the ropes to pull himself up to his own feet and he falls back into the near corner. Simon get a running start and charges in and jumps for a Stinger splash but J2H moves and Jones hits the corner!

Adams: OH! I think his head hit the post!

Simon Jones staggers back and collapses to the mat! J2H slowly climbs up to the top rope and he leaps off, somersaulting over into a leg drop across the throat! J2H with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3- NO! Simon gets the shoulder up!

Simone: ANOTHER near fall!

Simon slowly rolls over and starts to get to his knees when J2H unleashes a hard kick to his chest, then comes around from behind and kicks him in the back of the head! J2H drags him to his feet and into the corner where he runs up and goes for Sliced bread but Simon counters by simply collapsing and driving J2H down with a belly to back!

Simone: Even if Simon Jones did hit his head, he still had the presence of mind to do that!

Drew looks down at both men on the mat and starts to count against them again...

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...

And Simon is the first to his feet, breaking the count! Simon grabs J2H and sets him up into position for the cradle piledriver but J2H blocks it! Simon tries again but again it is blocked! Simon releases him and J2H straightens up and Simon goes for a clothesline but J2H ducks out of the way! Simon turns around and goes for a roundhouse kick but this time it is Simon who ducks! The momentum carries J2H around and Simon goes for a side Russian leg sweep but J2H turns into the maneuver, takes hold of his arm and...

Adams: Kiss This!

Simone: From out of nowhere!

J2H with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner ... J2H!

he crowd boos as Drew has to practically hold the tired J2H up to raise his arm as Simon rolls over, a look of pain and disbelief on his face!

Simone: I would have to consider this an upset! J2H just defeated the former two-time World Champion, Simon Jones! How on earth did that happen!?

Adams: Call it whatever you want but this is the kid's biggest win ever in his entire career!

Once again, Drew raises his hand and J2H makes for the ropes when the lights suddenly again go out!

Simone: Oh oh.... Jason! Get OFF my lap and let go of me!

And again, just as quickly as they went off, the lights come back on -- AND BROTHER GRIMM IS GAIN BEHIND J2H!

Adams: AH! Boogeyman!

J2H s-l-o-w-l-y turn around but before he can react, Brother Grimm suddenly has him by the throat!

Simone: Oh no! What the Hell is he going to do!? What are his interests in J2H!?

Adams: Medium rare?

J2H's eyes are wide with fear as Grimm backs him into the corner and practically forces him down onto his backside as he hovers over him in a threatening manner when the crowd starts responding enthusiastically...

Adams: Who's... what's going on? Who's that??

A figure races from the back and down the aisle...!

Simone: Austin Parker! It's Austin Parker, manager of former SCWer Bo Dreamwolf! What...?

Austin dives into the ring and runs up from behind, grabbing Grimm around the waist from behind and he German suplexes him on the back of his head! The 6'5" legend drags Grimm to his feet, retaining the waist lock and hits a second German suplex -- then a third!

Simone: How is Brother Grimm getting back to his feet!?

Adams: Dat sheet aint human!

Grimm stumbles back against the ring ropes and J2H dives against him with a cheap shot clothesline, sending his antagonist flying out of the ring backwards! He lands on his feet but crashes back against the steel barricade! J2H wastes no time in rolling out of the ring and high tailing it to the back!

Simone: What the HELL is going on here!?

Adams: Yeah I think you just answered your own question Bel'!

Wyatt Peterson and Stoner can be seen backstage, preparing themselves for an interview.

Stoner: Wyatt, last week you made a triumphant return to the ring after three years and beat your opponent. How did it feel???

Wyatt: Y’all know……

Just as Wyatt wanted to answer the question from Stoner, he gets ambushed from behind with a steel chair.

Simone: What the???

The shot widens as we see Goth holding the steel chair as he had whacked it across the back of Wyatt Peterson with it. He drops the chair before grabbing the hair of Wyatt as he pulls im up to his feet with it, he whips him face first into the concrete wall. Causing Wyatt to have his head bounce off the wall and into a reverse DDT on the concrete floor from the Roulette champion.

Stoner: What the hell?? What’s that good for??!!!

Goth looks at Stoner and starts to grin from ear to ear as he answers the question from Stoner.

Goth: You know something Stoner??? I don’t like to be disrespected, I don’t like to be attacked from behind by a coward like this guy did last week.

Stoner: Didn’t you do the same during his match????

Goth: Are you questioning me Stoner???

Stoner looks at Wyatt, who is still unconscious as he swallows hard as he reconsiders giving the right answer.

Stoner: Uhm…,

Goth: I don’t think so, you see Wyatt thinks he can march back into the loving arms of the SCW fans and think he can do whatever he pleases!!! Just like I warned Drake Green earlier today not to fuck with Mark Ward… Wyatt shouldn’t dare to be a tough guy and not having to deal with the consequences. I’m the Freaking Roulette champion!!! I’m the guy that shows up and does whatever he wants to whomever he wants. Challenge me for my belt, well then you have to face the consequences.

Goth drops to his knees as he grabs the head of the now bloodied Wyatt Peterson.

Goth: I’m sorry that you had to go through this Wyatt, but you only got yourself to blame for it.

With that he drops the head as he gets up, he looks at Stoner one more time before laughing and walks off.

Adams: Damn that Goth, I hope he gets fined for this!! This is uncalled for!!!

Backstage in the dressing room area, J2H is racing seemingly for his life through the halls until he gets to a particular door and jerks it wide open and ducks inside, slamming it shut behind him! J2H grabs the nearest chair and props it up under the door knob! He then jumps over behind the small sofa and proceeds to push it over across the small room and against the door as well. J2H backs up, his wide eyes glued to the door...

Baba Yaga: That easy to escape us you think?

J2H spins around and almost hits the wall with his back, jumping in surprise as well as fear to find Brother Grimm's witch companion seated in a rocking chair in the back of the room where he would swear she had not been a moment before! The witch known only as Baba Yaga smiles at him with her gray eyes staring coldly while her aged hands knit from the garment in progress on her lap...

J2H: How the.... what the....

J2H swallows hard as he looks at the witch, her cold eyes staring back at him

Baba Yaga: You can try to run again, if you want, but my dear?

She looks up at him and shakes her head.

Baba Yaga: In the end he always gets what he wants ... as do I.

She tilts her head and shakes it mockingly.

Baba Yaga: Vampire... really? Wendigo?

She scoffs as her eyes go to her knitting.

Baba Yaga: You can't even begin to imagine how insulted he was by such mundane assumptions.

J2H: Then what is he?

This question brings her eyes up to him once again and she answers through pursed lips.

Baba Yaga: He is your end.

J2H's eyes widen as he shuffles slowly towards the door, hoping that Baba Yaga isn't noticing, his eyes never leaving the aged woman

J2H: What's the supposed to mean?

Baba Yaga: You should be grateful. Perhaps even honored. It isn't often that he shows such an interest in just any particular soul. But me? I was famished after so long a time and he does so enjoy a hunt.

Her eyes twinkled with a dark amusement.

Baba Yaga: Running was perhaps the more foolish of things you could have done.

Baba Yaga then sets her knitting down and slowly stands up. She starts to approach him and he holds his hand out toward as if that would keep her at bay but she keeps coming.

J2H: What if I had something else to offer him? Some... one to offer him. Would that stop his bat shit crazy ass from stalking me? Maybe I have a deal to offer him.

Baba Yaga stops right before him and narrows her eyes. She leans in and sniffs at him, closing her eyes and inhaling.

Baba Yaga: So young... so tender....

She opens her eyes and smiles, cocking her head to the side.

Baba Yaga: But you do intrigue me, and he does ever so love a 'deal'. Please, go on...

For the first time, J2H slightly smiles towards the old woman.

J2H: Well...

Before anymore can be said, the camera fades out.

Simone: It’s time for our second Going for Gold Match of the night and this one features three of SCW’s most popular Bombshells.

Adams: Three? I thought that Lyah Lindburg was involved as well?

Simone: She was but she pulled out due to injury, regardless this match will see Mercedes Vargas take on Lucy Seraphina of the Angel Clan and Crystal Hilton! Following the unique result of last week’s triple threat between Celeste North, Alexis Edwards and Kate Steele you have to wonder what’ll be going through their minds.

Adams: Hey I get to say this for once! Let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following Triple Threat Match is scheduled for one fall and it is a match in the Going for Gold Tournament!

“Assassin" by: Muse starts to play as soon as the chorus hits Lucy jumps out from the stage and tosses her cloak off. Lucy looks around and starts to swiftly move down the ramp.

Justin: Introducing first, from Moscow, Russia she is the Wisdom Angel Lucy Seraphina!

Lucy jumps onto the stairs and climbs over the turnbuckle. She flips herself in and goes to the centre. She screams loudly and gets ready to fight.

Simone: Lucy joined SCW alongside Melanie Gabrielle earlier this year and both Bombshells have been tearing up the scene ever since!

Adams: It’s gotten to the point where many people pointed to Lucy as a favourite to win the moment this match was announced!

Justin: And her opponents!

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.

Simone: Mercedes has had a similar lucky streak recently and was one of the challengers for Mikah’s championship at High Stakes V.

Adams: In fact Crystal Hilton was the other challenger in that match and already has a win over Mercedes, setting aside the fact that Mikah interfered in the match whilst Jacob was knocked out.

All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the PA system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one. The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle.

Justin: And their opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, she is the Rose Goddess Crystal Hilton!

Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits the beginning of the match.

Simone: Crystal is obviously hoping for another win over Mercedes tonight.

Adams: This is a real clash of nations match! We have a Russian, taking on an Argentinian and an American! All we need now is a local ref!

Jacob calls the three Bombshells to the centre of the ring to explain the rules of the match but it quickly becomes apparent that they don’t care about it as the three Bombshells charge at each other initiating a brawl and forcing Jacob to call for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: And here we go!

Adams: I’ve always loved it when three-ways involved fists……my god, I just realized how bad that sounded.

The brawl continues for several minutes with neither of the three women having a clear advantage, that soon changes however as Crystal and Mercedes start working together against Lucy laying into her with punches and kicks before dumping her to the outside, however the moment that Lucy hits the floor at ringside is the moment the alliance shatters as Mercedes levels Crystal with a clothesline.

Simone: It’s every woman for herself in this match.

Adams: And right now it’s Mercedes that’s in control!

Mercedes goes for the first cover of the match 1….2….and Crystal kicks out at the count of two! Unbeknownst to them Lucy has already recovered and has climbed up onto the ring apron but Mercedes spots her and tries to spear her off the apron by throwing Crystal at Lucy, this doesn’t work however as Lucy leaps up onto the rope just as Crystal reaches her causing Crystal to tumble to the outside whilst Lucy nails Mercedes with a flying clothesline.

Simone: Those Bombshells have been going in and out since the match began.

Adams: Sounds like Mark after a few drinks on a Friday night!

Simone: Are you trying to get fired? Also KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!

Lucy goes for the cover 1….2….and Mercedes kicks out, Lucy shakes her head in response before getting back up to her feet and dragging Mercedes up with her only for Mercedes to catch her with an uppercut stunning her long enough for Mercedes to hit her with a Snap Suplex before floating over for her own cover 1….2….and Lucy kicks out.

Simone: That’s two near falls for Mercedes and one for Lucy, none for Crystal though.

Adams: That may change soon! Crystal is climbing up to the top rope!

Mercedes gets up to her feet dragging up Lucy with her and Crystal takes her chance leaping off the top rope with a High Cross Body, however Mercedes sees her and ducks out of the way before the move can hit Mercedes and Lucy ends up taking the move instead! Crystal hooks Lucy’s leg 1…..2….and Mercedes breaks it up.

Simone: Lots of back and forth action so far.

Adams: But it will break down eventually.

As soon as Mercedes and Crystal get back to their feet they begin brawling in the centre of the ring and like the earlier brawl that also involved Lucy it’s an evenly matched one only slowed down due to the toll that the match has taken on both women, eventually Mercedes backs Crystal against the ropes and clotheslines her to the outside taking Mercedes over with her!

Simone: And now the match has been taken to the outside!

Adams: This could be a mistake on their part since Lucy is well versed at high flying despite being a technical wrestler at heart!

The brawl between the two Bombshells goes on for several minutes but what they don’t realize is that Lucy has recovered in the ring and is waiting for the perfect opportunity for her to hit them with a running Suicide Dive and as soon as that opportunity arises she takes it running to the ropes and leaping over the top one nailing her opponents with the move and bringing the crowd to their feet.

Adams: And just like that Lucy is back in the match!

Simone: You’re right Jason! This could be the turning point in the match!

Lucy picks up Mercedes and rolls her back into the ring before following her in and going for a cover on Mercedes 1….2….and Mercedes kicks out at the count of two! Lucy argues with Jacob about a slow count but this has the predictable outcome so Lucy just focuses on the match, Lucy picks up Mercedes by the hair and, whilst ignoring Jacob’s warnings, calls out for her finisher.

Simone: We don’t see this move a lot but Lucy calls this the Fallen Sorrow!

Adams: She had better hit it quickly as Crystal is recovering on the outside as we speak!

However Mercedes is able to fight out of the move and sets Lucy up for the Black Rose Overdrive looking to end the match right there and then! However when Mercedes throws Lucy over she lands on her feet and levels Mercedes with a Superkick that could be heard half-way across the world!

Simone: I don’t think I’ve seen fireworks louder than that kick!

Adams: And Mercedes’ head may have just gone as high as a firework after that kick!

Lucy goes for a cover 1…..2….3 NO! Mercedes kicks out at the last second and the match continues!

Simone: That kick almost ended the match! Look at the look on Lucy’s face! She can’t believe it!

Adams: Crystal has just rolled into the ring but I don’t think that they notice her!

Lucy argues with Jacob again but Jacob maintains his ground, shaking her head Lucy makes the slit throat motion with her thumb indicating that she wants the match to end as she picks up Mercedes and hooks her head.

Simone: She’s going for the Assassin’s Night!

Adams: NO! Mercedes fights out of it!

Mercedes picks up Lucy for the Black Rose Overdrive again and this time she hits it! However as Mercedes sits up to go for the pin on the Russian Bombshell Crystal surprises her with a Shining Wizard!

Simone: Crystal with the Shining Wizard from out of nowhere!

Adams: And now she’s dragging Mercedes over to the corner!

Crystal climbs to the top rope and hits her finisher, the Lights! Camera! Action!

Simone: Lights! Camera…..

Adams: ACTION! This one’s over!

1….2…..3!!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner, “The Rose Goddess” Crystal Hilton!

Simone: What a match and there was no antics involved in the finish this time!

Adams: Unless you count Mercedes kicking out mere seconds before Jacob slapped the mat for the third time!

Crystal leaves the ring to celebrate whilst her opponents recover!

The cameras open up somewhere backstage. The newest unmasked member of The Nobodies, and newest Bombshell Celeste North is seen standing just outside a locker room, looking rather bored. When she looks up and just past the view of the camera, an arrogant smirk appears on her face. When the camera pans out we see none other than her stablemate and current SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, Alexis Edwards. As has been the case lately, she’s holding the the Internet Championship very non-chalantly, letting it drag against the ground.

Lex: Well, well, well...Just the bitch I was looking for. You and I need to have a chat. Face to face and not through a damn computer or phone screen on Twitter.

Celeste chuckles and shakes her head before she looks to Alexis.

Celeste: Really, Lex? Do we have to get into this again? I told you you’re welcome last week. How many times do you really need to hear it?

Alexis narrows her eyes and snarls at Celeste. She drops her Internet title on the ground without a care and she takes another angry step towards Celeste. Celeste looks at the title on the ground and rolls her eyes.

Celeste: Well, I guess you just showed everyone how you feel about that title, huh Lex?

Lex: What the actual fuck, C? We may be sisters in the same cause, but why the hell did you do that last week? What did it really accomplish?!

Alexis glares at Celeste, waiting for an answer. Under normal circumstances, had that been anyone else, Alexis would have been beating their ass five minutes ago, but she holds herself back against Celeste for whatever reason.

Celeste: The actual fuck is that you are moving on to the next round of the tournament, and I have no doubt that you will destroy whatever dumb bitch gets in your way. And you have me to thank, so once again… you’re welcome, little sis.

Celeste rolls her eyes and turns to walk away, but Alexis is nowhere near finished with this conversation. She turns Celeste around, causing the former masked Nobody to give her a pleasant, yet unenthusiastic shove. For some reason, Alexis only clinches her fists at this action of obvious disrespect. Celeste stares for a moment before breaking the tense silence.

Celeste: Maybe I wasn’t clear enough on Twitter. One hundred and forty characters does make it hard to get a point across. You clearly want to prove you are too cool for school, and move up the ladder, crawling over me, Connor, Tessa, and Tim, so I just gave you the boost you need to become little Mikah Stephens Junior. A snotty little bitch who quickly forgets where she came from, so long as she is out of my hair.

Though Alexis is clearly boiling over with anger, she simply laughs at Celeste as she folds her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the side as she looks at Celeste as if she were asking her if she was for real.

Lex: Says the daughter of a rock goddess… The one who throws money around like it was going out of style, is telling me I’M stuck up?

Celeste: Look here little Miss Trust Fund. It’s not my fault you washed your hands of your family and threw all of your money away. Since the day you flew into Tim’s life, he’s put you on some kind of fucking pedestal, and it’s gone to your head. Just take the win with grace, and go on to beat the shit out of Mikah to become a double champion.

As if a switch had gone off, Alexis’ mood relaxes and she loosens her posture up as she begins to laugh. Celeste isn’t in on the joke as she sits there, taking her turn to fold her arms over her chest, waiting for an explanation.

Lex: Don’t get me wrong. That’s a fuckin’ great alibi that almost had me going, but I think I figured it out.

Celeste: Because stating it out loud, in plain English wasn’t good enough?

Lex: You’re scared of Mikah. You’re fucking scared of her, aren’t you?

Celeste scoffs at this as she adjusts her black leather jacket, pulling it tighter around her as she goes on the defensive.

Celeste: Oh, not even close… Maybe I just want to see you have to beat Mikah yourself, considering how chummy you two seem to be lately. Maybe this is my revenge on you for stopping me from beating the shit out of her a couple months ago. Did you ever stop to think of that, Lexi?

Alexis smiles as she walks to the side of Celeste, patting her on the shoulder. She pauses for a minute before leaning in and whispering loudly into Celeste’s ear.

Lex: It’s okay… I won’t tell you you piss your pants at the sight of her.

Before Celeste can respond beyond a disgusted sigh of objection, Alexis picks her title up from the ground and whips it over her shoulder. She walks off, whistling happily as Celeste looks back at her with disdain written on her face.

The cameras fade into the back as Candy Overton is finishing getting ready for her match when her friend Isabella and sister Hazel enter the picture.

Hazel: Are you ready sis?

Candy Overton: I was born ready Hazel. These two little whores are going to find out what happens when the joke isn't that funny anymore.

Isabella: I just hope you crack that bitches skull wide open.

Candy Overton: Don't you worry about Keira Fisher because after tonight not even Roxi is going to want her as a wife. It's time ladies for a real shake up of this division and it starts with me kicking those two sluts out onto the curb.

Hazel: It's going to be a real sight to see.

Candy Overton: You have no idea and maybe. Just maybe we can get serious competition for once.

Isabella: That would be nice. A woman of your stature deserves to be respected around here. It's not everyday these women get a chance to face a veteran of your caliber.

Candy Overton: Once Keira and Traci get a lethal dose of me, they won't ever be starving for sweets again.

Laughter escapes all three ladies as the camera finds its way back into the arena.

Simone: What has gotten into Candy?

Adams: I don't know but it could be the spark she needed.

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that competing with the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is to determined the #1 Contender for the Internet Championsip. Introducing first from, Los Angeles, California, he stands six feet one inches tall and weighs two hundred and three pounds. He is representing The Nobodies please welcome "Ace of Clubs" Kris Halich

As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black shorts and a black, form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring, making his way across to his corner where he waits for his opponent.

Adams: Here we go Belinda, this match is going to be extremely good.

Simone: Two former Internet Champions squaring off is always going to be a treat.

The pulsating beat of Orgy's "Opticon" begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp and their wait is soon rewarded. Accompanied by Synn, Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Angel and Synn! From Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing 168 pounds -- Despayre!

Despayre holds his teddy bear pal up for the fans, and is rewarded with cheers and chants of "Angel!" "Angel!", and the "trio" begin their descent towards the ring. Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for Despayre to carefully climb through, then the father figure steps inside himself. Despayre holds Angel up high over his head until Synn escorts him over to his respective corner for the start of the match.

Simone: Here comes Despayre and his trusty sidekick.

Adams: The last time Despayre and Kris met, Despayre got the better of him. Could history repeat itself?

Simone: Who knows?

Jasmine St. John is checking both men for hidden objects as she is telling them to play by her rules. She turns to look at Synn on the outside as Kris shoots out of the corner and connects with a harsh running knee to the face of Despayre. The sudden impact of the knee flipped Despayre nearly out of his shoes as Jasmine quickly calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Adams: Kris didn't want to wait for the match to begin properly.

Simone: What a knee!

Kris quickly goes for the cover as Jasmine drops down to her knees. She barely gets a one count as Despayre kicks out. Kris is already back up to his feet as he drops his left knee across the face of Despayre. He grasps at his face as Kris goes for another quick cover. This time he manages to get a one count before Despayre kicks out. Kris shoots a nasty look at Jasmine before picking Despayre up off the canvas. He starts hammering Despayre with forearm shot after forearm shot which staggers him. Kris continues with the forearm shots as Despayre is trying hard to cover up.

Kris lands one more forearm shiver before charging at the ring ropes. He bounces off them looking for a clothesline when Despayre strikes suddenly with a calf kick which knocks Kris on his butt. The crowd gasps at the move Despayre just pulled off as he tries to shake the cobwebs loose. Kris is holding his jaw while getting back up to his feet. He sees Despayre still not moving fast as he moves up behind him. Right as Kris is about to grab Despayre, he leaps into the air while connecting with a Pele style kick with the tip of his boot catching Kris on the top of his skull.

Adams: Despayre pulling out two incredible kicks.

Simone: He is surprising everyone with this kind of offense.

Despayre notices Kris is a little groggy as he grabs by his neck before connecting with a standing shiranui. As the back of Kris' head smacks the canvas, he pulls up on Kris' legs and tries for a quick pin attempt. Jasmine slides into position as she raises her hand in the air.

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2.....Kris manages to kick out as Despayre is quickly back up to his feet. Kris is gingerly moving back up to his feet while holding the back of his head. Despayre bounces off the ring ropes as he catches Kris with a swift hurricanrana which sends Kris out of the ring.

Simone: What strong legs Despayre has

Adams: This fight is getting to be more interesting

Kris is starting to get back up as Despayre comes charging at him before leaping over the ring ropes and catching Kris with the bottom half of his leg. Kris falls back down as Despayre lands right on top of him. Despayre quickly gets back up to his feet while the crowd is going crazy. He acknowledges their cheers before bending down to pick Kris up off the arena floor. Despayre is trying to move Kris back into the ring but he counters by sending Despayre sternum first into the ring apron.

The move causes Despayre to keel over as Kris grabs him by his pants and slams him back first into the barricade. The crowd isn't shy by letting him know how they feel as he just smirks. He lands few hard rights to the face of Despayre as Jasmine is beginning to yell at both men.

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She starts her count as Kris hops up onto the ring apron and moves back towards one corner. He motions for Despayre to get up while antagonizing the crowd. Despayre is beginning to stir as Kris is coiled. The moment Despayre gets up to his feet, Kris runs along the apron before leaping off and connecting his right knee against the jaw of Despayre. Despayre falls to the ground as Kris rolls back up to his feet.

Adams: Kris is pulling out everything. You think he is still bitter about that loss from last week.

Simone: You mean the two losses right. He lost to Despayre before falling short against Gavin Stephens last week.

Adams: I guess he is trying avenge both losses.

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Kris is stalking Despayre as he is on all fours while looking down at the floor. He spits a little on the floor as blood is mixed in the moisture. A sick smile comes across Kris' face as he lifts Despayre up and slams him face first onto the steel steps. A small blood stamp is left the camera shows Despayre's mouth and nose bleeding. Kris continues to slam Despayre face first across the steel steps while screaming at the crowd.

Synn is watching on as Kris is keeping him at bay. He lifts Despayre's head up, looks him in the eye before slamming him one more time across the steel steps. He let's go while taunting Synn to hit him.

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Meanwhile, Jasmine as still been counting both men out as Kris rolls into the ring just to break it up. He grips the ring ropes while teasing a jump but backs off while telling Jasmine to count Despayre out.

Adams: What a despicable human being

As Jasmine walks back over toward where Despayre is getting up, Kris rolls back out of the ring and sneaks up on Synn. He grabs him by the head while Despayre is looking on. Kris mocks Despayre before slamming Synn face first into the steel ring post. He repeatedly does it before dropping him with a European uppercut. Despayre is watching this as Kris is laughing out loud. Jasmine tells Kris to back up as he gets back into the ring. Despayre is checking on Synn while Kris is proud of himself. Jasmine is reading him the riot act as Kris just smirks at her while turning his back on her. Despayre looks up as his lower half is covered in blood. He hops up onto the ring apron and waits. Kris is turning around as Despayre springs off the ring ropes and connects with a dropkick. The dropkick knocks Kris down as Despayre springs back up, bounces off the ring ropes and drops Kris again with a snap DDT. Despayre quickly goes for a cover.

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Kris kicks out as Despayre leaps back up to his feet. He bounces off the ropes while connecting with a shining wizard as he knocks Kris back down. Despayre follows that up with a standing moonsault while going for another pin cover.

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Kris kicks out again as Despayre just starts to drive right after right while the crowd is solidly behind him. Kris is desperately trying to cover up but Despayre is not letting up his assault.

Simone: Kris should be ashamed of himself attacking Synn like that

Adams: Kris should have known that would send Despayre into a frenzy.

Despayre gets back up to his feet while dragging Kris back up to his. He grabs a hold of Kris' arm and tries to shoot him off. However Kris reverses it and sends Despayre back first into the corner. Despayre falls to his knees while Kris comes charging at him. Kris leaps up in the air looking for a stinger splash but Despayre rolls out of the way. Kris doesn't notice Despayre had moved as his chest comes crashing down onto the top turnbuckle. He nearly crumbles while holding his chest but Despayre springs off the ropes while connecting with a reverse hurricanrana. As Kris is down, Despayre quickly springs up to the top rope before connecting with a frog splash.

Simone: Did Despayre just hit a frog splash?

Adams: Looks like it.

Despayre quickly yanks Kris away from the ropes, lifts him up to his feet and connects with Beware the Stare. After Despayre connects with it, he immediately goes for the cover.

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Jasmine signals for the bell as Despayre immediately leaves the ring to check on Synn.

Justin: Here is your winner and new #1 Contender for the Internet Championship....DESPAYRE.

Jasmine slides out of the ring to hold Despayre's arm up as Kris is just know beginning to stir inside the ring.

Adams: What a match

Simone: Despayre wins and now will face Sean Jackson once again.

Standing backstage in front of an SCW banner is Stoner Scott Oliver and Marshall Owens. As was the case last week, missing is the SCW Internet Champion Sean Jackson. Immediately, Stoner turns towards Marshall and this much anticipated interview begins.

Oliver: "Mr. Owens, thank you for giving up your valuable time this evening."

Marshall nods.

Oliver: "Now then, I guess it is a safe bet to assume that the Internet Champion is not here tonight?"

Again, Marshall nods in agreement.

Owens: "And you would be correct in that assumption. You see Stoner, my client was very clear in his demands and in what the results would be if his demands were not met."

The advocate for the Internet Champion turns his head in both directions, scanning the entire area as if looking for someone. A move not lost on Stoner.

Owens: "So as you can see, the Internet Champion isn't here because once again, the so-called monster Lord Raab was given a stay of execution."

Marshall begins to wag his index finger towards Stoner.

Owens: "And he was given that stay by Mark Ward himself."

Completely beside himself in confusion, Marshall can't fathom the reason Mr. Ward would choose anyone over his client. He then turns towards the camera, the confusion etched all over his face.

Owens: "Mr. Ward, how could you? We expect this kind of garbage from Christian Underwood, but you?"

Not saying a word, Stoner just holds the microphone, letting this whole thing play out in front of the entire wrestling world.

Owens: "You?"

The attorney for Sean Jackson uses his finger to lure the camera to pan in closer.

Owens: "Come in a little closer camera guy because I don't want there to be any further confusion."

The camera pans in tighter.

Owens: "Mr. Ward, when my client was a member of Hot Stuff International, he gave you everything he had. You wanted the ACW World Heavyweight Championship and my client delivered. You wanted Drake Green out of the picture, and my client delivered. Everything you wanted, all you had to do was give it to my client, and he delivered..."

The confusion turns to disappointment.

Owens: "And how do you repay him? by turning to an individual named Lord Raab. A man who benefitted not by his own poor talents, but by help from other members of the roster. Well Mr. Ward, your stay of execution on the very life and career of Raab hasn't gone un-noticed by my client. Now granted, I know you can wield the mighty power of your pen and force my client to participate in the ring...."

Now it is Stoner's turn to nod. If he understands anything, it is the power that Mark Ward possesses in the wrestling business.

Owens: "Against whomever you choose to put him in the ring against. But understand this one thing Mr. Ward, if it is anyone other than Lord Raab, then me nor my client is to be held responsible for that person's career coming to an end. Or have you already forgotten what my client did to Jamie Dean and his friend Justin Halliwell?"

With that, Marshall Owens walks away, leaving Stoner alone in front of the camera.

Oliver: "Back to you Belinda and Jason."

The camera cuts to see Travis Nathaniel Andrews walking towards the exit door, the light above the door lit up brightly, when Pussy Willow chases him down.

Pussy: Travis! Travis!

He turns his head, looking at her with an arrogant smirk before continuing to walk.

Pussy: Wait up!

Travis stops as he puts his hand on the exit door, Pussy finally catches him up.

Pussy: I just wanna ask you a couple of questions after what you said in the ring earlier tonight.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: No more questions.

That's not like you...

The familiar accent of Ben Jordan is heard as he steps on to the scene next to Travis, dressed in blue jeans and a black ACW shirt, with a red poppy pinned to the front of his shirt.

Ben: Usually you love the sound of your own voice son, did I knock some sense in to you the last time we met?

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Well, if it isn't the Cockney bastard himself. What you need more spotlight time for this ACW crap?

Travis shakes his head before looking at Ben. Ben holds his hand up to stop Travis mid speech.

Ben: That's the Travis we know and despise, the one who loves to keep on rabbitting for the sake of it.

Ben turns to Pussy.

Ben: Don't worry darling, I've got this, cause I got a couple of questions I'd like to ask the newly christened Mr SCW here myself.

Ben taps Pussy on the shoulder, giving her a wink and she backs off out of the scene. He looks at an irate looking Travis.

Ben: Right, let's see if I can pull off this interviewer thing here? Just relax, or look scary, or look like ya mush has been slapped with a wet fish, whatever you want.

Ben smiles at Travis before looking down the camera.

Ben: Alright people, I'm Ben Jordan and I'm standing here with the man who likes be called Mr. whatever initials he chooses this week, Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Travis, my first question to you is why the hell do you talk so much bollocks?

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You know I've heard of sore losers but you Ben are just a sore winner. You think one match solved anything between us. Sounds to me like you got a God complex.

Ben: Interesting answer there for the people who are still awake after you started talking. Second question. You had a lot of silly old things to say about ACW earlier, a place that gave us great stars like Drake Green, Simon Jones, Guns For Hire, and this geezer right here. My question to you is being as you look down that big ol' nose of yours at them, how many of those lot have you actually beaten?

Ben smile at Travis, growing more disgrunted by the second.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: How many times did I knock you the fuck out Ben? Oh, that's right a bunch of times. So beating ACW has beens is going to be a breeze.

Travis narrowed his eyes onto Ben Jordan while looking directly into his eyes.

Ben: So that's like none then? Blinding. Well I'm bored of interviewing ya, because you're pretty rubbish at these things, so maybe it's time to go from being Ben Jordan, interview bloke, to Ben Jordan, the geezer that kicked ya arse at High Stakes V.

The crowd cheer in the distance as Ben turns towards Travis.

Ben: Honestly, I was gonna come find ya tonight, shake ya hand, thank you for a decent match, but when me ears started burning with you talking about me, I couldn't help but see what a complete tosser you really are. You've said you wanna be Mr SCW now, well pal, for a long time, they called me Mr ACW, thanks to you know, winning stuff, so let me tell ya mate. Without ACW, you wouldn't have a place to call home, ACW made stars that are the heartbeat of this roster, without them, you wouldn't be here.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Is that so Ben Jordan? Why do you assholes love to live in the fucking past huh? There is a reason ACW is no longer in existence it's because you morons drove it out of business. Those sheeple will follow you all into a shallow grave because that's where you all are headed. Mark Ward has put up with all of you spotlight hogs but now he has realized that Mr. SCW is the one who people pay to see. You may have won our first meeting but let's face it. You got fucking lucky. Now if ya don't mind, I got somewhere more important to be then talking to a washed up ACW troglodyte like you. Excuse me.

Travis slams his shoulder into Ben as he finally hits the exit door. Ben rolls his eyes, Ben taps him on the shoulder, stopping him.

Ben: If you say so pal, but the truth is no one believe what ya saying, these good people wanna see ACW come out on top here. As for your issues with me, wasn't aware you was still a bit butt hurt over me turning ya over but if you really wanna do this dance again mate, we can tango once more, but I'm telling ya, the result won't be much different than what it was the first time around. You pick the place and time and I'll be there, I don't care if it's the supercard, or in a boozer in any country of the world. You let me know. Now, you was heading to the exit, I ain't gonna stop ya. Later Mr whatever ya initials are.

Ben taps Travis on the shoulder and walks away, out of the camera shot as the scene fades

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, our next match is this evenings final Going For the Gold first round match and it is a triple threat match!

Crowd: POP!

Justin Decent: Introducing first, already in the ring…Weighing in at one hundred forty three pounds…From Dallas, Texas…TRACI PATTERSON!

Traci holds her hands up as the crowd cheers her and her music comes to a close. She waits in the corner for both of her opponents.

The house lights drop down as two purple spotlights shine on the stage. A video package begins to play on the giant screen as blue lights slowly begin to float around the arena. The horns of "Worth It" start to play as two ladies are standing in the spotlights. The moment "Give to it to me," is sung all three ladies lift their head as the house lights come back up. Purple and Blue lights continue to float around the arena as the two ladies separate and Candy Overton steps out between them. She is wearing ripped jeans, a cut up halter top with gloves on her hands. She stands at the top of the ramp while slowly looking side to side.

Justin Decent: Being accompanied to the ring by Hazel Overton and Isabella Kincaid, from Salt Lake City, Utah, please welcome CANDY OVERTON.

Right when Dinah starts her verse, Candy proceeds to descend down the ramp while holding her arms out to her side. The crowd is heavily mixed at her appearance as walks toward the ring. Her eyes are not diverting from it while her companions are showing their displeasure for the live audience. Candy hops up onto the ring apron, enters it like a normal female and walks around inside the ring with her arms still out to her side. She has a twisted smirk on her face while stopping in a corner. Instead of climbing up onto it, she lays across them while pretending to yawn.

"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.

Justin Decent: And their opponent…Making her way to the ring..Weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds from Miami, Florida..She is one half of the current Bombshell Tag Team Champions…KEIRA FISHER!!

The lights come back on as Keira turns and walks down the ring. She slaps a few fans hands as she slides in. She raises her hand and shouts out, "Like a HERO, BABY!" Candy barely gives Keira a chance to get settled in the ring before she charges at her, tackling her to the canvas. Traci Patterson rushes over to the two women and Drew Patton quickly calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Candy’s new attitude is sure shining through, Jason. It seems that she’s more focused on Keira as she waited for her to enter the ring.

Adams: Can’t leave Traci out of this equation, though. Triple threat matches are no easy task!

Traci quickly pulls Candy off of Keira and delivers a couple of hard right shots, but Candy follows it up with a few vicious strikes of her own. She has a determined yet angry look on her face as she grabs Traci by the hair then shoves her down to the canvas! No sooner than she does this, then she is clobbered from behind by Keira! Keira tackles her to the canvas and jumps on to her back.

Adams: I love a good cat fight! And this one is three times the fun!

Simone: Funny, you weren’t saying anything earlier when Roxi Johnson faced Twisted Sister.

Adams: That wasn’t a cat fight…That was attempted murder!

Keira has a handful of Candy’s hair. She pulls Candy’s head back, leans down has a few choice words for the former “sweet” bombshell now turned sour! Candy somehow lets out a laugh before Keira shoves her face forward and right against the canvas! Candy’s face bounces off the canvas and Keira jumps back to her feet delivering a stomp to the back of Candy’s head for good measure! Traci then comes back into the equation as she starts delivering a few stomps of her own!

Simone: And now it looks like Traci and Keira are going to work together. Perhaps trying to get Candy out of the picture early.

Adams: Well with Candy’s recent attitude change, it’s not surprising. I like sweet Candy. Bitter Candy is just bad.

Keira looks at Traci for a moment, but the two exchange a quick nod before the reach down and pull Candy back to her feet. They back Candy against the ropes then whip her across the ring. When Candy rebounds back, they each go for an elbow to the face, but Candy quickly ducks it! She slides down to the canvas and rolls on to her back, kicking Keira and Traci in one of their legs! Both women drop to their knees and Candy crouches down on her feet in front of the two. She grabs each woman by the head and then smacks their heads together with such force it has both Keira and Traci seeing stars as they collapse on to their backs, holding their heads!

Adams: Candy’s got some fight in her tonight!

Simone: That she does. And so far, it’s proving to be a bad thing for both Keira and Traci.

As soon as Keira and Traci are on their backs, Candy does something surprising and perhaps never before seen. She jumps on top of BOTH women, covering them for the pin! Drew Patton looks surprised but he wastes no time in dropping down for the count!

1..

2..Keira quickly kicks out but Candy still has Traci covered!

3-NO! Traci kicks out!

Simone: Unbelievable! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before!

Adams: Neither have I, and I’ve seen some pretty crazy sh—tuff!

Candy seems quite surprised at something she thought was surefire way to end this match. Keira and Traci both shove Candy off of them, but it is Keira who is on the offensive first. She leaps at Candy, delivering an elbow drop right to the face before she crouches over Candy and grabs her by the head, beginning a series of hard right shots. She is forced to stop when Traci pulls her off of Candy and shoves her a way, wanting her own shot at the newly angry Candy.

Simone: Traci wants a piece now…

Adams: She wants a piece of Candy. *chuckles* Get it? A piece…of candy?!

Simone: *sigh* Yes…I get it…

As Traci continues her onslaught to Candy, Keira returns the favor and pulls her off of Candy! Both women are back to their feet and Traci SHOVES Keira away. This is perhaps a big mistake as Keira comes right back at her and SLAPS the taste right out of her mouth! Traci’s head snaps to the side, where she holds it there for a moment or two. Keira is about to get back to Candy but when she tries to walk past Traci, Traci grabs her by the hair and whips her across the ring!

Adams: So much for them working together to get Candy out of this one…

Simone: There is only so long that would be possible. In the end, only one woman can win.

Keira rebounds against the ropes and when she comes back at Traci, Traci attempts a boot to the face, but Keira ducks it! Candy sees Keira heading towards the other set of ropes and leaps back to her feet and at the ropes just in time! When Keira goes to rebound against the ropes, Candy pulls the top rope down and Keira goes flying over the top rope and crashes on the floor below! Candy smirks until she turns around being met by kick to the gut, which doubles her over.

Simone: This isn’t good for Keira. She better get back in the ring or she won’t be advancing in the tournament.

After the kick to the gut, Traci quickly sets Candy up and delivers a DDT! She rolls her over on to her back, drops down and hooks her leg and Drew drops down for the count!

1..

2..No! Keira reaches into the ring and pulls Traci under the bottom rope by her other leg! Both Keira and Traci are on the outside now and Keira as Traci pinned against the ring apron! She delivers a knife edge chop to Traci’s chest! Candy is angry that Keira interrupted the count and she whips herself against the ropes. When she rebounds back, she does a baseball slide under the bottom rope, but jumps away quickly as Candy crashes against Traci! Keira jumps up to the ring apron, staring at both women!

Adams: Fly Keira, fly!

Simone: I think she’s waiting for the right moment!

Keira doesn’t have to wait long, though, as Candy and Traci quickly get back to their feet. When they turn around, Keira does a running leap off the ring apron! She has both her arms extended and she crashes against both women, taking them down with a double clothesline! The crowd roars with approval as Keira is the first back to her feet and Drew is trying to get the women back inside the ring. Keira quickly slides in under the bottom rope, leaving Traci and Candy on the outside.

Simone: And Keira quickly has the upperhand.

Drew has started his mandatory count of both women as they slowly are getting back to their feet.

1..2..3…Inside the ring, Keira thinks quickly, climbing to the top rope! Drew looks at her for a moment, but continues his count as Candy and Traci are reaching for the ropes! 4..5..6…Keira stands on the top turnbuckle, staring down at both Candy and Traci waiting for the opportune moment!

Adams: She’s really going to fly now!

Simone: What is it with your obsession in seeing Roxi and Keira flying?

Adams: I can’t explain it…

7..8..9…Candy spots Keira on the top turnbuckle and has to think quick as Keira is about to leap off on to both women again! Candy leaps up to the ring apron and hits the top rope, tripping Keira! Keira crashes down to the canvas as Candy stands on the ring apron for a moment. It’s a moment too long, however, as Traci grabs her foot and holds her from getting back into the ring! One quick kick to the face sends Traci stumbling back and Candy steps through the ropes. Traci slides in a few moments later. Keira is still down and Candy has a look on her face that says it’s time to end it once and for all. As she reaches down to pull Keira up to her feet, Keira fights back punches her in the temple! Candy stumbles back, right into Traci as Keira kips up to her feet, looking at both women with a fiery determination!

Simone: Keira is not out of this one yet!

Adams: Where there is a will, there is a way!

Traci shoves Candy forward right into a vicious Seven Sins chick kick from Keira! Candy collapses to the canvas and Traci charges at Keira, attempting to lift her up! Keira however, counters it and delivers the Deadly Sin finisher!!

Simone: Keira just hit both of her finishes on both women! They’re down!

Adams: Which one is she going to cover?!

Keira doesn’t even take time to choose as she rolls Traci over on to her back and hooks the leg and Drew immediately drops down for the count!

1!

2!

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, your winner and advancing to the second round…KEIRA FISHER!!

Drew raises Keira’s hand in victory as her music hits and she celebrates in the ring! The crowd cheers her on as she points around to them all, showing them love.

Simone: What a win by Keira! She joins her wife in the second round of the tournament!

Adams: And I can’t wait to see the next round’s brackets!

Keira exits the ring just as Candy and Traci both start to stir, realizing the match is over. Keira high fives fans along the way before she disappears backstage and Drew helps both Candy and Traci out of the ring.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see tonight’s challenger for the SCW Heavyweight Championship “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone leaving his locker room with Cyrus King and Andreas Bergfalk following him, obviously ready for the match that’s about to start.

Simone: How did that man go from making Vanilla Ice look like a competent rapper to a Heavyweight Championship contender in the space of a week?!

Adams: Good question, ask the bosses!

Whilst Steve is walking along he takes a moment to address the audience.

Steve: No interviewers, just me, the boys and a camera! And Drake, that’s all I need to get my message across! You may have beaten me one year ago but a lot can change in a year and when I beat you for the title in just a few short moments I’ll be more than happy to hold onto that title for a very long time! Why? Because I am the Champion the Fans Deserve Steve Ramone!

Steve walks off as the camera cuts to ringside.

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

The crowd cheers as Amanda struts out onto the stage which has been adorned with a red carpet. Paparazzi (two, actually) emerge after her, snapping pictures of her in her shimmering gown and Britney Spears wig. Holding a purse in one hand with a toy dog in it, and the microphone in the other, Amanda does a twirl and her performance begins...

Amanda: Well, I stare at myself in the mirror
When I wake up every morn
And I marvel at how great I've been
Since the day that I was born

I've made so many albums
I've run out of things to name 'em
My fans all want to be like me
And really, who can blame 'em

Teenage groupies all surround me
I guess I know why
No one else can match my charm
Why do they even try

All the girls in college
Turned me down for other fellas
But I know why, it seems to me
They're just insanely jealous
Who wouldn't be

Some people call it self-indulgence
But they just don't understand
That it's hard to be too humble
When you know that you're so grand

And I'm not trying to say I'm perfect
I just want you to see
That I've never met a person
Who's as wonderful as me

Now, I'm not arrogant or haughty
And I'm certainly not conceited
But anyone trying to match my wits
Is very soon defeated

I'm a marvelous human being
I'm just one big hunk of man
Sometimes I have to marvel
At how very great I am

Some people call it self-indulgence
But they just don't understand
That it's hard to be too humble
When you know that you're so grand

And I'm not trying to say I'm perfect
I just want you to see
That I've never met a person
Who's as marvelous, spectacular
Fantastic and terrific
And so very great and wonderful as me

The crowd cheers as Amanda ends the song with a flamboyant pose and the spotlight over her winks out.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first… from Chicago, Illinois… He is the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight champion… Drake Green!!

The lights dim and soft blue and white lights fade back in. A clicking can be heard before light guitars of Shinedown’s “Diamond Eyes” begin to play out from the speakers. A bit of smoke trickles over the stage area and the crowd rises to their feet.

I am the shadow, and the smoke in your eyes
I am the ghost, that hides in the night

The guitars get heavier and the crowd begins to clap along with the beat.

Boom-lay boom-lay, boom!

As the guitars kick in heavy, bursts of pyrotechnics go off around the stage that elicits a loud cheer from the crowd.

POP! POP! POP! POP! CRACK! CRACK! BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

As the smoke clears, out walks Drake Green with a giant smile on his face. His hair dripping wet and his t-shirt half soaked through. The crowd jumps to their feet cheering as he steps onto the stage. He raises both arms up and down motioning for the crowd to get up to their feet. The crowd responds with loud cheers as they get up.

Crowd: Massive POP!

Green, still with a large smile, stands tall in long black tights with his "DG" logo on each leg, a star in his waistband, and black matching kickpads with giant stars on the front. He is wearing black wristbands and his wet black, skin tight, t-shirt has his "One More Time" written on the front and "Chicago Made" written on the back. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. He taps his left fist over his heart twice and points back up to the sky in salute. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings but losing his smile a bit as a focused look comes over his face.

Justin: Introducing first...weighing in at 230 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois...he is the “Original Showstopper” DRAAAAAKE GREEEEEEEN!

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone.

Drake: Helloooo Kingston!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Kingston, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd. He mouths the words "THANK YOU" to the crowd before handing the microphone to Justin and his shirt to the referee. He tugs on the ropes two times and eagerly awaits his opponent.

Justin: and his opponent hailing from Queens, New York… Steve Ramone!!

"I pledge alliegence, to the flag, of The Fearless One Steve Ramone."

Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone comes out first air guitaring to the song before he is joined by Andreas and Cyrus, the three men ignore the fans at ringside whilst they walk down to the ringside as Steve sings along to the lyrics before they reach the ringside area where Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring first followed by Steve, they pose for the crowd before they turn their attention to Drake.

Drake watches as Cyrus and Andreas first entering the ring followed by Steve, who advance on him pretty quickly and instantly begin to trash talk, but Drake smirks and removes the belt from his shoulder and raises the belt high, which stops Steve talking, who looks up and keeps his eye on the gold, but Cyrus and Andreas continue to talk.

Simone: I bet Steve talks trash in his sleep. Doesn’t he ever shut up?

With Steve distracted, it gives Drake an opening and he delivers a hard punch to the face of Steve, which stuns him, however, Cyrus and Andreas look at Steve, before looking back at Drake and as they go to pounce on Drake, Holly steps in front of them and orders them out of the ring.

Adams: Well that shut him up. Just show him a title and he quietens down.

They are argue for a moment, but Holly threatens them with expulsion from ringside and they quickly back down, as Drake waves them goodbye, as he hands the World title to Holly, who hands it to someone at ringside, before indicating for the bell to be rung.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Finally…

As the bell ring, Drake is ready to fight but Steve is still shaking the cobwebs out from the punch, but upon hearing the bell, he turns around and says he isn’t ready and starts to argue with Holly, who holds her hands up before telling him to just wrestle.

Adams: I think Drake knocked some sense out of Steve.

Simone: I doubt he had any in the first place.

Drake shakes his head and suddenly charges at Steve, However, Steve quickly bails out of the ring and instantly Cyrus and Andreas are there to talk to him and comfort him.

Simone: Oh come on.

Adams: He certainly knows how to prolong a match.

Drake yells at Steve to get in, but Steve ignores him and Holly begins her count.

1...
2…
3…

Adams: If I was Drake, I would just grab him and drag him in.

Drake puts his hands up and takes a few steps back, giving Steve the time he needs to get back into the ring and get on with the match. Steve once again gets on the apron and hesitates before climbing into the ring.

Drake watches him and keeps half on Cyrus and Andreas, as he and Steve begin to circle but quickly lock up in the centre of the ring they struggle for a few moments to gain the upper hand, until Drake powers Steve back against the ropes.

Simone: Finally some action, as we see Drake and Steve try to get the upper hand.

Adams: I think it will be quite close this match.

They try to battle for position against the ropes, however, with neither man getting anywhere, Holly forces them to break, which they do and Drakes backs away giving Steve the space. The two men circle once again, and again they lock up, with this time Drake getting the upper hand, as he slips Steve into a headlock, where Steve right away fights to escape the hold but Drake keeps the hold locked in and tugs on Steve’s neck. Steve tries to break the hold with his hands, but instead Drake quickly reverses and places Steve into another headlock, this time on the other side but before Steve can adapt, Drake grabs and twists Steve’ arm behind his back.

Simone: Drake showing of his technical skill here, Steve I think is in just for the ride.

Adams: in fairness he is trying his best.

Steve grimaces in pain for a moment, as he tries to again fight out, which he does and grabs Drake around the waist, but Drake counters, but only for Steve to counter with snapmare like move and taking him down to the mat, where he locks in his own headlock.

No sooner has Steve got Drake in a headlock, Drake begins to fight back and is soon back to his feet, he whips Steve into the ropes and as Steve comes back, Drake grabs Steve around the waist and hits a belly to belly Suplex, which sends Steve across the ring. Steve holds his back, as Drake turns and approaches Steve, but Steve scrambles to the ropes and grabs hold of them. But this doesn’t stop Drake from approaching and grabbing Steve’s legs, and tries to pull him away but instead he uses all his strength and throws Steve up and Steve crashes back down on his back, making him release the ropes.

Adams: Nice Belly to Belly Suplex, but again Steve wimps out by holding onto the ropes.

Simone: May have wimped out, but Drake called his bluffed or maybe vented his frustration.

Drake then drags Steve to the centre of the ring, before laying in some boots to Steve’s torso, as Steve tries to cover up, but no sooner has he tried to cover up, Drake bends down and grabs Steve by the hair and pulls him to his feet, where Drake hits a boot to the stomach before following it up with a DDT.

Simone: Drake now getting the upper hand on Steve, showing why he is champion.

Drake then goes for a cover…

1…

2…

Kickout…

Adams: Too early for that.

Steve Kicks out, but Drake doesn’t complain as he looks at Holly, he doesn’t notice Steve rolling himself to the ring apron and tries to escape, but Drake notices and walks over to Steve, who tries to recover from the DDT. Drake grabs Steve by the hair, and begins to pull him up onto the apron, but Steve kicks the shin of Drake, who goes down to one knee.

Simone: Some interesting offense by Steve there.

This gives Steve an opening, where he leans through the ropes and grabs one of the Drakes legs and hits a dragon screw and Drake goes down holding his knee, while Steve is able to get a break and stumbles over to the announce to recover a little, as Holly begins to count.

Adams: What a vicious move from Steve there… that could have ended Drakes career right there.

Simone: A bit dramatic there. But I agree it was vicious move.

1…

2…

3…

Inside the ring, Drake holds his knee and scrambles backwards trying to get life into it, as Steve rubs his head before getting back into the ring, where he met by Drake getting to his feet, however, Steve keeps him grounded with a dropkick to the knee.

Adams: Momentum has shifted here into Steve’s favour and now is working on that knee.

Drake screams out in pain, as Steve gets back to his feet, where he grabs Drake’s leg and brings all his weight down on Drake’s leg before getting up and doing it again, Steve then goes to cover Drake.

Simone: Drake’s knee has been in a lot of trouble here.

Adams: Steve tries for a sneaky pin.

1…

2…

Kickout…

Steve shakes his head, as he punches Drake’s knee a few times with Drake screaming out in pain, as Steve puts pressure on the knee, but Drake fights through the pain and begins to deliver punches of his own to Steve, which forces Steve to move away and gives Drake the small chance to get to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet, as Steve moves over to him, he grabs Drake, but Drake fights back with a punch to the stomach followed up with a chop to the chest which staggers Steve as Drake follows up with a punch to Steve’s face.

Simone: Unfortunately for Steve, Drake kicked out, but someone he has allowed Drake back into this match.

Adams: Desperation or an actual come back?

Simone: we just have to wait and see.

Drake then grabs Steve and pushes him into the ropes and whips him to the other side and as he comes back Drake hits a high elbow before hitting a spinning neckbreaker, Drake quickly manoeuvres and grabs Steve’s arm and tries to latch in an arm bar, but Steve realises what’s happening and squirms out of it and grabs the ropes.

Simone: Looks like a comeback, but Steve is very cunning, as he worms out of the arm bar and to the ropes once more.

Holly begins to count, but Drake lets go regardless, as he rolls away and grabs the ropes to pull himself to his feet and instead of going to Steve, Drake waits for Steve to get his feet, as he watches him very carefully and making small moves as Cyrus and Andreas cheer Steve on. As soon as Steve makes it to his feet, Drake moves in and grabs Steve and pulls him away from the ropes, as he tries to go for the Rated-R Chokehold [Flying Triangle Choke Hold], but Steve avoids it by kicking Drake in the knee.

Adams: Drake tries to make Steve submit with the choke hold, but a good firm kick to the knee will break any hold.

Drake releases the hold and goes down to his knee, Steve smirks, as he grabs Drake and goes for a Tornado DDT, however, he catches Holly on the side of her head with his boot before completing the move. Steve then goes for a quick cover only to realise that Holly is down.

Simone: Looks like Holly was in the wrong place at the wrong time and caught some Steve’s boot to the head.

Adams: She was just a little too close and now she is down and out.

Steve crawls over to Holly trying to rouse her with little luck, however, he quickly senses an opportunity and indicates for Cyrus and Andreas to come into the ring, which they do and Steve shouts at them to grab Drake, which they do grab him and pull him up to his feet.

Simone: Oh come on. Not like this.

Steve quickly climbs out of the ring and grabs the World title before sliding back into the ring, where he flaunts the world title in front of Drake and trash talks him etc… Steve the takes a few steps back and prepares to hit Drake with the title, however, as Steve charges in, Drake gets a foot up and the belt connects with Steve’s face sending him down onto the mat, as Drake soon fights back as he shakes free of Cyrus’ and Andreas’ grip and dispatches them with a couple elbows and throws them out of the ring.

Adams: Somehow Drake manages to fight back, and whatever Steve had planned backfired badly and tasted the belt himself.

Simone: Cyrus and Andreas feeling the wrath of Drake. They should have never entered the ring.

Drake then stumbles over to where Steve is and he kicks the belt out of the ring, before helping Steve to his feet, where he hits a couple of punches, before kicking him in the gut and then hits the Show's Over [Double Underhook Implant DDT].

Simone: Shows Over!!

Drake then goes to cover, as the groggy Holly notices the pin and goes for the count.

1...

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2….

…

3….

Adams: Holly is barely with it, but somehow catches the pin.

Simone: And Drake Green wins and retains his title.

Holly waves her arm for the bell to be rung before laying back down again, as Drake’s music begins to play over the p.a once more.

Justin: Your winner and STILL SCW world champion… Drake Greeen!!

Drake crawls to the ropes, and pulls himself to his feet, where he celebrates his successful retain, as a ringside stagehand hands him the title. He then raises it into the air.

Simone: What a night this has been!

Adams: Somewhere backstage, Hot Stuff is wrecking his office seeing Drake Green keeping the World Heavyweight championship!

Simone: That's all we got time for, we'll see you next week live from Havana, Cuba! Good night everybody!