The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Tropicana Nightclub, in Havana, Cuba. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites with drinks in their hands. The energy is at an obvious fever pitch when Justin Decent, standing inside of the ring alongside famed Cuban singer, X-Alfonso.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Christian Underwood, Mark Ward, and everyone in Sin City Wrestling, we would like to welcome you to the famed Tropicana Nightclub, Havana, Cuba for Climax Control!
The fans in attendance cheer!
Justin: Now to sing the Cuban National Anthem, please help me welcome ... X-Alfonso!
The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Cuban recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to her and as the music begins to play, X-Alfonso opens the show...
X-Alfonso: Al combate, corred, Bayameses!,
En cadenas vivir es vivir
Que la patria os contempla orgullosa;
No temáis una muerte gloriosa,
Que morir por la patria es vivir.
En afrenta y oprobio sumidos,
Del clarín escuchad el sonido;
¡A las armas, valientes, corred!
The song ends and the crowd cheers! X-Alfonso smiles and takes a bow before he passes the house mic back to the hands of Justin Decent and is assisted from the ring as the show is set to begin!
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to the world famous Tropicana Nightclub here in Havana, Cuba for what promises to be an eventful edition of SCW Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone...!
Jason Adams raises a margarita in hand...
Adams: And if I wasn't shit faced drunk now, well I'm working on it! ... Oh! And I'm Jason Adams!
Simone: *sighs* This is going to be a long night at this rate. Anyway! Tonight to celebrate being here at the Tropicana...
Adams: Oo! Are we going to meet Lucy and Ricky!?
Simone: Lucille Ball and Desi Arnez are both dead, Jason!
Adams: Not them! I'm talking about Lucy and Ricky Ricardo! Their shows at the Tropicana are a hoot!
Simone: I'm starting to think that's not your first margaritas tonight. Anyway, we have eight big matches tonight, including three championship matches! Kicking things off, CJ Sharpe will return to action to take on Gavin Stephens!
Adams: You know, a lotta guys whine when they get booked in the opener but this one is really going to set the pace tonight!
Simone: That is what the opener is all about and the remainder of the show has to live up to what's been set.
Adams: And the next match is the first title match as Goth defends his roulette title against Jason Ada- oh wait that's me. HEY I HAVE A TITLE SHOT!
Simone: No you don't! Travis Nathaniel Andrews does!
Adams: Bien que sólo las mordeduras el viento!
Belinda stares at Jason.
Adams: I came prepared?
Simone: Good enough. Then in what is sure to be a hard hitting match, we have a triple threat hardcore match when it's Wyatt Peterson taking on Connor Murphy taking on Casey Williams!
Adams: May the odds be ever in your favor! ... I was watching a Hunger Games marathon last night.
Simone: Then our next title match will see Alexis Edwards putting her Internet title on the line against former champion, Amy Marshall.
Adams: Amy doesn't sound very enthusiastic about this but *hic* she better get it together if she wants to beat AGE!
Simone: Age?
Adams: It's Alexis's initials. Still haven't figured out what the G stands for. Shhhh!
Simone: Your secret is safe with me. Then we have the last match in the opening round of the Going For the Gold tournament!
Adams: And it's a triple threat too! Woo hoo! Lyah Lindberg! Jessie Salco! And Melanie Gabrielle!
Simone: And whoever wins will be the final woman with the chance to move further to possibly face Mikah for the world championship!
Adams: Let's see, who's up next...? AHHH!!!
Simone: Yes, it's Brother Grimm against Ben Jordan -- AND GET OUT FROM UNDER THIS TABLE JASON ADAMS!
Adams: Hmm! Somebody's shaved her legs recently!
Simone: It's what many are seeing as the ultimate battle between good and evil here in Sin City Wrestling. Can Ben Jordan, one of the most popular men in SCW wrestling succeed against...
Adams: BOOGEY MAN!
Simone: I was going to say Brother Grimm but you say potato...
Adams: And I say vodka!
Jason takes a big gulp of his margarita!
Adams: And speaking of drinking, that brings us to the Tag Team Champions!
Simone: Why does the tag team match remind you of drinking?
Adams: Because Guns For Hire can give any opponent a hell of a headache, just like booze can!
Simone: Perhaps for most opponents but this non-title match may very well prove different as they are facing the former World Champion Lord Raab and his partner, the debuting Samuel McPherson!
Adams: Can't say I envy Sammy Boy, having to face two blokes like Ethan and Landon in his first match in SCW...
Simone: And finally in our main event, it's a battle between two of the finest wrestlers in the entire SCW, not just the bombshell division!
Adams: And it's for the World Championship as Crystal Hilton is challenging Mikah!
Simone: Crystal Hilton has already advanced in the Going For the Gold tournament, but the bosses have decided that she has impressed enough to get this early opportunity at Mikah's gold.
Adams: Hey what happens if Crystal wins the title?
Simone: Then it will be Crystal defending the gold against the winner of the tournament at December 2 Dismember III.
Adams: And Mikah will be left out in the cold? Wow, that's harsh! I can already see her tweeting about Christian now!
Simone: So let's get this night of action started!
A limousine pulls up to the backstage area of the area and the camera zooms in just a little bit and the limousine is recognized as Mikah's. Alphonso gets out of the driver's seat and walks back to the back door and opens the door. Out steps the current reigning Bombshell Champion, Mikah. A look of disgust crosses her face as she stands there, her championship slung over her shoulder.
Mikah: What kind of place is this, Alphonso?!
Alphonso: I don't know, ma’am.
She sneers a bit before moving out of the way to let her new, personal assistant, Ruby Appleton out.
Mikah: Ruby, I thought you had said this place was decent. But all I see is rubbish and trash.
Ruby: Compared to SCW’S previous locations, this is actually a step up. And you will be competing inside and not outside like you did at High Stakes V.
Mikah shrugs a bit.
Mikah: You do have a point there.
Ruby: You do, however have a decent locker room. One of the best. Of course, Drake Green has the best in the building.
Mikah: Of course, anything for Christian Underwood handpicked champion. I wonder if Drake is the one to give Christian sexual favors. . .
Mikah shrugs before motioning for Ruby to follow her.
Mikah: Alphonso, we will be back soon.
Alphonso nods his head as Mikah walks away with Ruby follows her.
Backstage, Sam Marlowe is joined by Pussy Willow who holds a microphone as the pair of them are seen near the craft services table. Cyn is nearby, rolling her eyes at the pair talking.
Pussy Willow: Sam, recently you were able to advance in the tournament to face Mikah in December but after your match, you were surprised by Veronica Taylor with a cake for your birthday . Seems she wanted to send you some kind of message.
Sam Marlowe: Listen Pussy, I don't really care what Veronica has to say because right now I can't focus on someone that is just going to be a repeat of my sister for sobbing out loud...I am starting to move forward in the tournament and I can’t let someone like that sidetrack me!
Sam flings her arm out only to hear a pained sound as Veronica Taylor reaches for her cheek and glares at Sam with a hurt look on her face
Veronica Taylor:Um what the hell? You really are trying to start something that you are not going to win? You could of just took your cake and moved on cow. But no, you have to be stupid ugh I don’t know how your sister deals with such a spoiled brat.
Cyn Marlowe: Sam! You need to be more careful. I saw how you hit her without even looking. Sometimes I think that Veronica is right, you are spoiled.
Cyn shakes her head as she turns to help Veronica for a second then she offers to get her something to put on the reddened cheek. Sam can’t believe it and throws her hands out in disbelief.
Sam Marlowe: I didn't even hit her CYN! Really...
Cyn ignores the smirk on Veronica's face as Sam rolls her eyes. Pussy watches as Sam turns back only to be attacked by Veronica who slaps her hard across the face. Stumbling back, Sam falls against the table. Veronica charges in and spears Sam over the table as the two begin to trade rights and lefts. Security rushes over quickly to break the two up.
The bell rings, and attention is called to the ring as the opening contest is set to begin!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest here at Climax Control is scheduled for one fall to a finish!
"Bad Attitude" by Deuce blared throughout the arena, across the PA systems as slowly on the stage entered Gavin Stephens.. He was flanked by a lovely blonde lady by the name of Mikah, as the two stood on stage. A smokey like substance flowing up around them as he stood there, chewing on his gum and smiling as he slid his arm around her and whispered a few things.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by the SCW Bombshell Champion, Mikah! From Superior, Wisconsin, weighing 223 pounds ... Gavin Stephens!
Then the couple made their way down the ramp towards the ring, arriving into the ringside area soon after the fans booed. Though - they seemed entirely too preoccupied going over strategies or something, chatting back and forth as they had to come to a stop by the steps. Mikah ascended them, while Gavin hopped up onto the apron nearby and taunted the crowd to quite the negative reaction. When Mikah met him on the steps, the two entered the ring together and shared a quick kiss. Then Gavin proceeded to taunt the fans about having been able to do that as he waited for his opponent to come to the ring.
Simone: It isn't often that Gavin Stephens would be accompanied to the ring by the World Champion. He certainly wasn't in his return match.
Adams: Well she is his wife. Maybe she just wants to show her support?
Simone: Psht! Support! More likely she saw Gavin is back to his winning ways and Mikah wants to milk the spotlight for herself.
The Tron displays numbers
Red and Black Static fills the screen while the words "Game Over" Fill the middle of the static. Then after the Static a Skull biting a Bullet shows up with "The Hardcore Hitman" under it. Then after the skulls Norway Flag Starts to wave as "The Norwegian Nightmare" shows up on the screen. Then it flashes to a picture to CJ Sharpe with the words "CJ Sharpe rules all" on it then Papercut by Linkin Park starts up to a blast of red pyro. Then out of the smoke comes CJ Sharpe! He gets on his knee and points to the crowd before getting up and walking to the ring and fist bumping with the crowd.
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Justin: From Oslow, Norway, weighing 197 pounds ... CJ Sharpe!
He hops onto the apron then jumps on the top rope and front flips into the ring. He then gets on a turnbuckle and points to then crowd then Back flips off and walks to his corner.
Adams: He looks ready, doesn't he?
Simone: Against a man like Gavin Stephens, he had best be. CJ may have come up short against Casey Williams but he is determined to prove tonight he is the better man.
Gavin holds the ropes open for Mikah to exit the ring and the effeminate Holly Wood calls for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
And straight away, at the sound of the bell, Gavin Stephens charges across the ring, catching CJ Sharpe by surprise and plowing into him, driving him back into the near corner! Gavin grabs hold of the ropes and he starts slamming his shoulder into Sharpe's midsection repeatedly, over and over, driving the air forcibly from his lungs! Gavin then grabs the side of CJ's head and slams the back of his head against the top turnbuckle once - twice - three times! The onslaught sends CJ down onto one knee, pinned in thee corner and Gavin brushes away from Holly and delivers a boot to his opponent's chest, followed up by a second which sends CJ to his back and Stephens presses his boot against Sharpe's throat, choking him out!
Adams: Wow! Gavin is roughing things up right from the start!
Simone: And risking a disqualification if he's not going to be more careful.
Holly demands Gavin stop the choking and Mikah yells for the official to leave her husband alone! Holly has no further choice but to begin her count against Stephens...
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Gavin breaks before Holly can disqualify him, then goes back to his attack and grabs CJ. He starts to drag Sharpe to his feet when the Norwegian Superstar fires off a right handed shot to his midsection, stunning him, following up with a European uppercut! The blow knocks Gavin back and around, but as CJ turns him back, Gavin cuts off his flurry of offense with a rake of the eyes!
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Adams: Well that's one way to stop a fast paced guy like CJ Sharpe!
Simone: Gavin Stephens has never been one to shy away from taking the random short cut. It's one reason why he and Mikah are so perfect for each other I guess.
Holly tries to get Gavin to ease up but he practically shoves him/her aside and takes hold of CJ and sends him into the far corner with an Irish whip! Gavin charges in right after him but CJ springs up and leapfrogs over the oncoming Stephens! CJ performs three hand springs and leaps to his feet! Gavin runs up but CJ sweeps his legs out from under him and hits a standing moonsault before he can recover!
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Gavin kicks out!
Adams: CJ's back in this one!
CJ grabs Gavin and pulls him to his feet while Mikah screams about a hair pull! CJ Irish whips him into the ropes and drops to the canvas for Gavin to run over him and rebound. CJ leapfrogs over him and Gavin comes off and ducks an attempted roundhouse kick! Gavin comes off the far side and runs right into a spinning back kick! CJ kips up and before he can follow up, Gavin rolls out of the ring and calls for a time out!
Simone: Why do they do that? Why do these idiots think there's a time out in wrestling just for them?
Adams: I dunno. Tainted fruit Loops?
CJ tries to go out after him but Holly heads him off while Mikah races over to check on her husband. Gavin speaks to her and points an accusing finger at CJ and the world champion hollers into the ring about Sharpe's so-called cheap shot tactics.
Adams: Apparently getting his arse handed to him isn't fair.
Holly backs CJ away again as the anxious young star wishes to get hold of his opponent. Holly leans out of the ring and starts her count while Mikah and Gavin all but ignore her...
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And suddenly Mikah shrieks and high tails it away as she sees what's coming as CJ races over and leap frogs over Holly's bent back and dive bombs Gavin Stephens on the outside, bringing the fans to their feet!
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Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Dazed himself by the risky maneuver, CJ gets to his feet and rolls Gavin back into the ring, beneath the bottom rope. He then climbs up on ringside but when Holly isn't looking. Mikah grabs his foot and traps it in the ring apron!
Simone: Hey! Keep your hands off of him!
CJ pulls at his trapped foot, leaving him wide open for Gavin to hit him with a running knee strike! CJ almost falls from the ring apron but Gavin holds onto him and brings him over the ropes with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Gavin covers CJ!
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CJ kicks out!
Simone: And thanks to Mikah, Gavin is back in control.
Gavin pulls him up to a vertical base and Irish whips him into the ropes again where he catches him in a tilt-a-whirl back breaker across his knee! Gavin dumps him to the canvas and covers him again, hooking the leg!
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Gavin stares holes through Holly as Mikah pounds the ring apron, accusing the referee of a 'slow count'! Gavin stands up and delivers a harsh kick to CJ, sending him tumbling over into a vulnerable position as Gavin sits on his back and wraps his arms around his face in an inverted camel clutch!
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CJ kicks out again!
Simone: Doing more damage to the already worked on neck and back of CJ Sharpe!
Adams: And Mikah's screeching is doing damage on the outside to our ears!
Holly is asking CJ if he wants to submit, but Sharpe refuses! CJ then starts to struggle, pulling in his legs and gets to his knees while still trapped in the hold. CJ then rolls back to where Gavin is pinned on his back with Sharpe on top!
Adams: What a counter!
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CJ scrambles to his feet but Stephens cuts him off with a leaping clothesline! Gavin Irish whips him into the corner and charges in, striking him down with a running back elbow! CJ sinks to his backside and Gavin backs up across the ring, signaling to the fans who boo and jeer while Mikah applauds her husband and shouts back at his detractors! Gavin then gets a running start and goes to deliver a running boot to his seated opposition, but Sharpe moves quickly and Stephens crotches himself against the bottom rope!
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Gavin kicks out!
Simone: Oh HELL! There goes any plans for after the show!
Adams: Who knew Gavin could do the splits!?
Simone: I doubt this was intentional!
Mikah shouts about a so-called 'low blow' on the part of CJ Sharpe, even though he had nothing to do with the accident! Gavin slowly gets to his feet, bowel legged, and CJ jumps to the middle turnbuckle, bounds to the top rope and springboards off, connecting with a missile dropkick! Gavin gets sent flying back head over heels and CJ dives over the back of his legs in an awkward cover!
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Gavin kicks out!
Adams: Oh that was close!
CJ goes for an Irish whip but Gavin manages to reverse it! CJ comes off and he back flips over Gavin and lands on his feet behind him and then connects with an Enzugari! Gavin is knocked down to one knee and CJ comes off of the ropes and hits a Fame-Asser! He rolls Stephens over onto his back and covers him!
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Simone: Oh that was too close! CJ almost walked away with a major upset!
As Gavin tries to clear the cobwebs, CJ quickly goes up top! CJ signals to the cheering and supportive fans as his opponent stands up and turns around... CJ leaps but somehow the veteran Gavin manages to catch his opponent on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and heaves him off over his head...
Adams: Vicarious Visions!
CJ lands across both of Gavin's bended knees and Stephens rolls him off and covers him!
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Justin: Here is your winner ... GAVIN STEPHENS!
The crowd boos as Gavin is joined in the ring by his wife who shoo's Holly away and raises the arm of her husband herself!
Adams: Gavin wins but DAYUM did CJ put up a fight!
Simone: That he did and Gavin was damn lucky he managed to catch Sharpe when he did because that win came from out of nowhere!
All three members of the Monstimal’s can be seen in their locker room prior to Goth’s Roulette title defense against Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Goth’s title is across the shoulder of his wife as he is talking to Henry. He sees Samuel sitting, preparing himself for his first ever match in the SCW ring as he walks over towards him.
Goth: Samuel??
Samuel looks up at him with a look of complete control
Samuel: Yaaarp??
Goth: I know you are ready my friend, I know you are ready to go out there and show Landon and Brody why they should fear the Monstimals. Why they should not overlook your ability inside that ring to destroy each and everyone that gets in the way of the Monstimals and especially you.
He looks at Lord Raab who is nodding towards him.
Lord Raab: He’s right Samuel, people are suggesting that you are the weakest link in our team. That they could get an upper hand as you never wrestled in the ring before, but we know better. Don’t we Samuel??
Samuel: Yaaarp.
This time the yes is full of power and desire in his voice.
Goth: Look at me Samuel, when that bell rings. The doubt will be upon them, because they will need every possible tactic to get an upper hand. Not us, not you. Me and Sapphira and Henry will be out there merely as spectators of the total destruction that you will bring to the tag team champions. To put everyone in the SCW on notice that Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab and Goth have arrived. First it will be Travis, then I will give Wyatt a special surprise… and then you guys will be the icing on the cake.
Goth extends his hand for the other two members to accept.
Goth: Monstimal’s are here to destroy, that’s what we do best!!!
All three men share hand in a group moment as the shot fades to darkness.
Casey Williams appears backstage, getting ready for his match with Connor Murphy and Wyatt Peterson tonight at Climax Control. Pussy Willow walks up to him and is prepared to ask a few questions.
Pussy: So, Casey, what makes you so confident you can defeat both Connor and Wyatt for the second time tonight?
Casey: Lets see, that I know what Wyatt is capable of, having faced him before, and have watched Connor firsthand and know what he can do.
Pussy: What about if you should lose to them?
Casey: If I lose, then I went down with a good fight, plain and simple.
Pussy: Would you like to say anything else?
Casey: Well, I am a monster of a man inside that ring, and I will exploit the weaknesses of both Wyatt and Connor once again, and I am going to enjoy beating their asses from here to kingdom come. I will prove that I am as dominant as I say I am, believe that!!! I am also dedicating my match to the late great Eddie Guerrero, who passed away 10 years ago this past Friday.
Casey cackles as the scene fades to black.
Backstage, the soon-to-be challenger for the upcoming Roulette Championship match, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, is standing side-by-side with buxom reporter, miss Pussy Willow.
Pussy Willow: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined at this time by "Mister TNA" Travis Nathaniel Andrews, and behind us is the SCW roulette wheel which is about to be spun to determine the stipulation in which Travis...
Travis: That's 'Mister' TNA.
Pussy Willow rolls her eyes.
Pussy Willow: ... Excuse me. In which 'Mister' TNA will challenge Goth for the championship. On this wheel are stipulations, ranging from everything from Singapore Cane to Steel Cage to Mud...
Travis: If it lands on Mud, we ARE going to re-spin!
Pussy Willow: Er, yes. So! Let's find out what exciting match we will be witnessing here momentarily.
Travis steps up to the wheel and grasps the hands and gives it a hard spin. Around and around it goes! Past Steel cage! Submission! Guest referee! Until it finally lands on...
Pussy Willow: Scientific rules!
This time it is Travis who rolls his eyes.
Travis: Boring...
And the challenger walks off-camera, leaving Pussy Willow befuddled until she gives the camera a sheepish smile.
Pussy Willow: I guess this proves that not every roulette division match has to be hardcore?
Justin: The following Scientific Rules Match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: The rules are very simple; if either man cheats in any way, shape or form, whether it be the use of a foreign object or using even so much as a closed fist, he will be disqualified! If Goth is disqualified, Travis Nathaniel Andrews will become the new Roulette Champion!
Scattered cheers and boos!
Adams: Whoa! Goth is gonna have to watch that arse of his in this one!
Simone: And Jacob Summers is going to have to keep an even sharper eye out than usual for this one.
Justin: Introducing first!...
Three golden spotlights shine down on the stage as a video package begins to play on the screen. Golden smoke fills the entrance way as "Drop Dead Cynical" blares through the sound system. Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks through the golden smoke wearing a golden colored trench coat over white tights with gold designs. He stands on the stage, throws his arms high into the air while soaking in the loud boos from the crowd. His eyes are covered by his trademark sunglasses while his signature smirk is firmly planted across his face.
Justin: Making his way down the aisle, from Las Vegas, Nevada. He weighs in at two hundred and forty one pounds. He is SCW's Must See Superstar, please welcome TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS!
Travis starts to make his way down the ramp while smiling at the negative reactions he is receiving. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, goes to walk toward the steel steps before cutting back toward the ring apron. He hops up onto the ring apron, tilts his sunglasses a bit before standing to his feet. He quickly enters the ring, steps into the center of the ring and throws his arms high into the air again. "Drop Dead Cynical" continues to play as Travis unzips both sleeves before removing his trench coat.
Simone: I am going to go out on a limb here and say Travis has a big advantage going into this one. Goth is a formidable opponent and a wrestling legend, but in the end, I think Mister TNA is better sound from a technical stand point.
Justin: And his opponent...!
Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Sapphira! Currently residing in New York City, weighing 239 pounds, he is the reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion ... Goth!
Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares down his opponent in the ring.
Adams: Goth sure looks confident, doesn't he?
Simone: Well he has torn through the competition ever since winning the Roulette title back in July and could very well break the record for longest Roulette title reign. I'd say he has every reason to be.
Goth hands the title belt over to Jacob who shows it off to Travis, and then holds it high for everyone to see, much to their applause. Jacob then passes the gold out to Justin and calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Goth and Travis circle, watching each other, then advance forward and lock up in a Greco-Roman tie up. Travis backs Goth into the ropes and holds him there, readying himself as Jacob steps in and insist on it being a clean break. Goth holds his arms up in defense as Travis slowly, reluctantly, backs off, breaking clean. Jacob warns him off as Goth calls Jacob over to him and fiddles with the back of his tights, implying Travis pulled them to get the advantage.
Simone: What is he nuts? Travis isn't going to risk this chance at championship gold with a pull of the tights.
Adams: Well Travis is the better technical wrestler I guess, but Goth is a master of mind games you might say.
Jacob confronts Travis about the rule infraction but it is denied as Goth looks to the crowd to back him up but they respond only with boos and he waves them off, sneering. Jacob calls for another start and Goth and Travis tie up again, and again Travis backs him right into the ropes. Goth calls for Jacob, pointing back to his hair. Jacob goes to check but a handful of Travis's trunks allows Goth to drag him around and back into the ropes..
Adams: What were we saying about a pull of the tights?
But instead of a cheap shot, Goth spits right in Travis's face!
Simone: What a sick and disrespectful gesture!
An incensed and insulted Travis stomps out, readying to level Goth with a fist but Goth merely smiles with an arrogant smugness and sticks his chin out, DARING Travis to do it, knowing any illegal rule infraction in this particular match would cause an immediate disqualification and Goth would be victorious anyway!
Adams: Oh Goth is DARING him to do it!
Although Goth's arrogance costs him as instead of a fist, he gets floored by a powerful clothesline from Travis! Travis grabs Goth and jerks him to his feet and fires him off into the ropes and lands a dropkick into his face, knocking him flat on his back again! Travis grabs him again and Irish whips him into the ropes and swings at him but Goth ducks and rebounds from the far side of the ropes, only to have Travis land a boot to the stomach, doubling him over, and then gets thrown over with a bridging Northern Lights suplex!
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Travis pulls Goth to his feet and sends him falling back into the ropes with a forearm smash to the chest as Jacob warns Travis to get him off of the ropes. Travis complies with the official and whips Goth into the ropes and sets him up for a backdrop but Goth kicks him square in the chest, knocking him back upright. Goth then looks to counter by running off into the ropes and leaping at his opponent but Travis catches him mid-air and turns it around into a spine buster! He covers him again!
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Goth gets his shoulder up!
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Goth kicks out!
Simone: Goth has a lot of fight left in him, I'm sure! He's not going down that easily.
Travis looks at the official and shakes his head, not believing that he did not receive the full three count. Travis stands Goth up and drives a knee into his mid-section, doubling him over. He then sets him up for a powerbomb but Goth wriggles free and lands on his feet behind him. Goth runs off of the ropes and bulldogs Travis face-first into the mat.
Adams: Hey! You were right!
Goth stomps down onto the back of his head and follows it up by dropping two elbows down into his neck, then drops a guillotine legdrop across the back of his head.
Simone: Goth getting in some offense and he looks a bit lost. I'm sure by now he'd love to be throwing fists or choking but in this match, he simply can't.
Goth backs up and waits for Travis to sit up, then he rebounds off of the ropes behind him and leaps over his back, grabbing his head and hitting a springing whiplash. Goth pulls Travis to his feet, ducks behind him and brings him crash landing with a belly to back suplex! Goth makes the cover.
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Goth looks surprised at the resiliency of his challenger but quickly ducks out onto the ring apron and waits as Travis gets up to a standing position and he springboards up onto the top rope and launches himself into Travis, hitting him with a flying clothesline!
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Travis kicks out!
Adams: I didn't know Goth had it in him!
Simone: With his vast experience, I doubt there isn't much Goth isn't capable of if he sets his mind to it.
Goth then covers Travis, hooking the near leg.
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Travis gets a shoulder up!
Simone: You know he may not be the most liked of individuals but Travis is putting up one hell of a fight!
Goth sits Travis up and buries a knee into the middle of his back and cups his hands around his chin and pulls back with all his strength, inflicting further damage to the man's neck.
Simone: Well it seems we were wrong. We thought going into this one that on a technical standpoint, Goth would be at a gross disadvantage but here he is, actually wrestling Travis hold-for-hold.
Goth releases his hands and grabs Travis's arms, pulling back in a surfboard hold. Jacob checks to see if Travis wants to throw in the towel but the young man shakes his head no in refusal. Instead with a grim determination on his face, he slowly starts to struggle his way to his feet.
Simone: Travis has something in mind but can he pull it off from that position?
Adams: I had that same expression on my face once. I'll never order a curry in downtown London again.
Travis has worked his way to his knees and finally to his feet as Goth shakes his head no in disbelief. Travis slowly starts to spread his arms and then ducks under, reversing the hold into his own surfboard against the champion!
Adams: Woo! Nice reversal by Travis, there!
Simone: And an impressive display of strength!
Goth yells in pain as Travis tears away at Goth's shoulder joints and back with the hold but the champion refuses to give in! Goth quickly drops down to his butt and rolls over, using the leverage to bring Travis down with an arm drag! Goth runs at him and swings for a clothesline but Travis ducks and swings with his own but Goth ducks and sweeps his legs out from under him and jackknifes him into a cover with his own feet on the ropes!
Adams: The ropes Jake! the ropes!
1.....
Adams: Aw c'mon!
2.....
Goth's eyes are wide as saucers in shock at his not getting the cheap win! Jacob sees the shaking ropes and quickly accuses Goth of a rules infraction but Goth holds his hands up, quickly denying any wrong doing to avoid the DQ loss and more importantly, the loss of his championship! But he pays for the distraction as Travis grabs him from behind and nails a Black Tiger sit out powerbomb!
3-NO! Travis kicks out!
Simone: The champion has paid for his distracting himself!
1.....
2.....
3- NO! Goth gets his shoulder up!
Adams: SO close!
Travis grabs Goth and whips him into the ropes, catching him in his arms on the rebound and throws him over with a double wrist lock belly-to-belly suplex! Goth slides clear across the ring and halfway out from under the bottom ropes! Travis rushes over and pulls him back, dropping into a cover and hooking the leg for another cover!
1.....
2.....
3...NO! Jacob sees Goth's foot draped over the bottom rope!
Adams: Lucky for Goth he was so close to the ropes!
Simone: Lucky for Goth Jacob saw his foot!
Travis pounds the mat with his fists in frustration and pulls Goth to his feet again. He lifts him up for a vertical suplex but Goth drops down onto his feet behind him. Travis spins around, and Goth swings for a clothesline but Travis ducks and he scoops Goth up off of his feet for a pump handle shoulder breaker but Goth's foot catches Jacob in the face, knocking him aside! The referee goes down!
Adams: Don't you just love it when that happens?
Travis swings him up onto his shoulder for the maneuver but Goth slides down and drops to his knees, swinging an uppercut to the groin!
Simone: This is supposed to be a scientific match and Goth pulls that behind Jacob's back! He should be disqualified right now!
Adams: But the referee can't punish for something he didn't see!
Goth rolls outside of the ring and approaches the timekeeper's table and quickly throws an official from his chair and grabs the metal folding seat and slides back inside of the ring, brandishing the weapon.
Adams: Hey Jake! This would be a really good time to wake up!
Travis starts to get to his feet and Goth readies when he sees Jacob almost to his own feet. Thinking quickly, Goth tosses the chair to Travis who catches it and the champion immediately falls to his back. Jacob turns around and sees Goth laying flat on his back, playing dead, and Travis standing over him with the chair.
Adams: Uh OH!
Simone: Oh no! Not like this!
Jacob points an accusing finger and Travis, realizing what this looks like, shakes his head no and throws the chair down.
Adams: Oh he is NOT going to...
And the official calls for the bell, disqualifying Travis despite the challenger's cries of protest!
Simone: But he did!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, and STILL SCW Roulette Champion -- GOTH!
Jacob passes Goth his belt who remains on the mat, feigning his injured status while Travis is fuming! Jacob raises the champion's arm when Travis grabs hold of the fallen chair!
Simone: Oh no... no!
Jacob dives aside as Goth opens his eyes just in time to see the chair being swung and he rolls out of the way just in the nick of time! The steel meets the mat with a loud crack and Travis chases Goth across the ring until the champion dives through the ropes where he is met by Sapphira and they retreat to the back while Travis watches them leave, seething!
The scene cuts backstage where SCW interviewer “Stoner” Scott Oliver is standing with “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson.
Stoner: Dudes and dudettes, we are in for a show tonight when the man I’m standing here with, Wyatt Peterson, takes on both Connor Murphy and “The Freight Train of Pain” Casey Williams in a hardcore triple threat match. Wyatt, Casey is probably the only man in SCW who can outmatch you in size and power. How do you plan on winning tonight with him involved in the match?
Wyatt: Scotty, ah git this question a lot lately an’ ah jus’ gotta go out an’ do mah thing. Ah ain’t gonna say it’ll be easy, but ah’ve beaten Casey before an’ ah’ll do it again tonight.
Stoner: What about Connor Murphy? Everyone considers him an underdog in this match considering how much smaller his is than you and Casey. Do you even consider him a threat?
Wyatt: Ah’ve been in the ring with smaller guys before. Ah remember when ah got beat by Tom Dudely who’s about the same size as Connor. Anyone who is good enough tah get into an SCW ring is a hell of a talent. Ah’m gonna give mah all against him too.
Stoner: One last question and I’ll let you get back to getting ready for your match. Last week, Goth attacked you from behind and left you on the ground bleeding. Are you worried that he may do it again sometime this week?
Wyatt looks a bit agitated at the question. He take a moment to gather his words before answering.
Wyatt: Look… last week, Goth decided tah take things tah a whole new level. Before that, we were just havin’ a friendly back an’ forth rivalry. When he attacked me from behind, at first, ah was pissed off. Then, ah got into a bit of a funk. Now, ah’m pissed off again. Ah don’t give a flyin’ fornication about last week. That sonuvabitch ain’t gonna git away with doin’ somethin’ like that again. Ah dare him tah try that crap again. Ah guarantee that what happened last week ain’t gonna happen again.
Wyatt grabs the microphone out of the Stoner’s hand and looks directly into the camera.
Wyatt: Ya hear me, Goth? Ah’m darin’ ya tah try it again. Ya ain’t gettin’ the better o’ me again. BRING! IT! ON! YEEEEEEHAW!!!
Wyatt hands the microphone back to the Stoner and walks away leaving the Stoner standing there as the scene fades.
Untravelled Road by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play in the arena as out on the ramp comes Connor Murphy, a look of anger on his face.
Simone: Well it looks like Mr Murphy has some issue he wants to get off his chest by the way he is making his way ringside.
Adams: I can just imagine what he will be wanting to say.
Getting into the ring, Connor holds out a hand for a microphone then moves to the middle of the ring. Looking around, he holds up the mic and waves his arm.
Connor Murphy: Cut my music, cut it off right now.
Adams: Damn, Connor is pissed if you ask me.
Beginning to pace in the ring, Connor doesn’t even look at the fans as he begins to speak.
Connor Murphy: You know, part of me right now is wondering just what it is I am doing in SCW. Part of me stands here disgusted with how I have been treated in this company. Part of me wants to go backstage and rip a couple of people apart.
Adams: Great thing is that I am out here and not back there.
Angrily, Connor continues to pace in the ring.
Simone: Let’s just listen and see what Connor has to say. Because if you ask me, this rant is coming from somewhere and I for one would like to know where.
Connor Murphy: Do you honestly think I don’t know what you are thinking backstage and in the big wigs office? I’m just the joke to you aren’t I? The nobody that everyone loves to face because no matter what happens I am the one that will lose the match. I’m the one that has to eat being cheated and defeated because everyone thinks I am a team player. The only team I support is The Nobodies.
Stopping right in the middle of the ring, Connor finally looks up, a wild eyed look on his face as a sick grin begins to cross his lips.
Connor Murphy: Bet you thought I would bury my anger and be a team player when I see me getting screwed time after time, over and over again. And all without a dinner and a movie offer…or Vaseline for that matter. Don’t get me wrong, I get title after title shot or so people say.
Simone: That is true. He took Despayre and Goth both to the limit only to come up short in those title shots.
Connor Murphy: Then when I actually prove time and again that I am worthy of title shots I have to sit back and see less talented people get the shots at the big shows…or watch as the title that should have been around my waist be put on someone else. So do you know what that makes me feel?
Adams: Here it comes…Connor Murphy is going to quit right there in the ring.
Connor stops and takes a long deep breath.
Connor Murphy: It makes me feel like putting everyone in Sin City Wrestling on notice. No more is this Nobody going to let anyone get the win over me. I am done being cheated, I am DONE being OVERLOOKED. And if I have to kick the sorry asses of everyone on this roster, so be it. But be warned…there is going to be no more Mr. Nice Guy. Connor Murphy is done and that will mean everyone else is about to suffer for it!
Dropping the mic, Connor ignores the screech of feedback as he jumps over the ropes and to the floor leaving the ring.
Simone: Strong words from Connor Murphy. Let’s hope that someone is listening or there are going to be some very painful things happening to the roster.
Casey Williams appears backstage, getting ready for his match with Connor Murphy and Wyatt Peterson tonight at Climax Control. He stops and looks at the camera man, wanting to touch upon the situation with J2H from last week.
Casey: J2H, I have been thinking about our little discussion from last week all week long, and I have to tell you that I have some news for you. You talk about me becoming the bitch of Drake Green and Guns For Hire, but you failed to mention that you would be losing your “bitch” in me. I am done protecting your sorry ass, and there is nothing you can do to stop me from choosing my friends wiser, no matter how much money you decide to throw at me to keep me by your side.
Casey cackles, and smiles as the scene fades to black.
Justin: The following contest is the triple threat hardcore match!
The opening lyrics and guitar rift to Five Finger Death Punch's "Jekyll and Hyde" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans cheer as the chorus kicks in.
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes looking through the crowd. Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the cheering crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey nods his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans cheer louder.
Justin: Currently in the ring, standing in at 7’0 and weighing in at 370 pounds!! Hailing from Nashua, New Hampshire!! Casey Williams!!!
“Goodtime" by Alan Jackson starts playing from the speakers and Wyatt Peterson bursts through the curtain onto the stage with a big Texas smile on his face. Wyatt points upwards and circles the air with his finger as he lets out a “YEEEEEEEHAW!!!” much to the delight of the crowd. Wyatt makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans as he makes his way towards the ring. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Wyatt hops onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and lets out another “YEEEHAW!” before turning his attention to the match at hand.
Justin: His first opponent, standing in at 6’9 and weighing in at 285 pounds!! Hailing from Amarillo, Texas!!! Wyatt Peterson!!!
Untravelled Road's throbbing beat and clapping begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.
Justin Decent: Standing in at 5’10 and weighing in at 185 pounds!! Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada “Connor MURPHY!”Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, he motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.
The bell has rang and the ring is filled with weaponry and extra chairs and tables that fills the outside nicely. The two big monsters are looking at each other as Connor Murphy stands in the corner and watches on as it seems that Casey and Wyatt want to get it on early. Casey gets in the face of the returning Wyatt Peterson as he shoves him off, trying to impress the big man as Wyatt retaliates with a right hand to the face. Following it up with a high knee in the midsection and scoops him up for a Suplex position. Being surprised as we suddenly see Connor get on the other end of Casey as the two execute a double suplex in the middle of the ring before Connor goes for the cover. Only to get a one count as Casey bench presses him off of him to the outside.
Simone: I guess that it was too early for Casey to be pinned on that one.
Connor looks around as he sees a Kendo Stick and grabs it, he looks up in the ring and sees that Wyatt has Casey in the middle of the ring and attempts a Body Slam. But Casey blocks it as he pounds away with a massive forearm across the back of Wyatt. There he follows it up with series of elbows in the spine before going for a Powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Just as he is about to hoist Wyatt in the air he gets blasted across the back by Connor with the Kendo Stick. Connor follows it up with series of blasts across the back of Casey before turning his attention towards Wyatt. Ducking a clothesline and follows it up with a blast between the eyes with the Kendo Stick. Causing Wyatt Peterson to land on the outside of the ring.
Adams: Wow!! That’s a way to keep one of these big men out of the ring!!!
Connor looks at the Kendo stick and sees that it has broken down. He slides out of the ring to the other side that Wyatt has fallen out and grabs….
Simone: A number two pencil???? Of all weaponry around he finds that ???
Adams: Shades of the Iron Sheik!!!
Connor gets back in the ring and charges in on Casey as he jams the pencil in the forehead of the big man. Causing Casey to scream and struggle, trying to free him from the assault as blood emerges on the face of the member of the ACW faction. Connor jams the pencil in the skull right above the eye of Casey as we see blood emerge on the face of Casey. Drew Patton tries to convince Connor to stop, but is unable to do so because of the rules of the match. Until we see Wyatt charging back in the ring and whips Connor to the outside of the ring. He turns and sees the bloodied Casey slowly trying to get to his feet but due to the blood is staggering. Casey is being grabbed by Wyatt by the arm and lifted up in the air as he sets him up for an Irish Whip and follows it up with a Spine Buster before going for the cover.
Drew: One!! Two!! Thr…
Shoulder up in nick of time as we see Connor slowly get to his feet, a split screen shows that he hit his head against the steel security railing and then bounced back to hit the concrete floor. He holds on to his head before grabbing a steel chair in his hand. He slowly tries to get to the ring apron as Wyatt spots him and delivers a big boot to the face, causing Connor to be send crashing down back to the concrete floor with the chair hitting him in the face as it fell down as well.
Simone: Good God!!! That was vicious!!!
Adams: Wyatt said earlier this week that he wanted a fight!! Well he sure is bringing the fight!!!
Wyatt slides out of the ring and goes after Connor Murphy, he grabs the chair that was on top of him and sets it up as he grabs Connor and sets him up for a Powerbomb on the concrete floor and into the steel chair that he set up a few moments ago. He lifts Connor up in the air, but Connor manages to save himself as he holds on to the top rope and drives the number two pencil in the forehead of Wyatt. Causing him to fall backwards with Connor on top of him as the fans go nuts.
Simone: Another bloody victim at the hands of Connor Murphy!! How vicious can this man become???
Connor grabs the head of Wyatt and drags him up towards the chair as he lifts him up to his hands and knees and then whacks the chair into his back several times before dropping the chair on the ground. He stares at the fans who are cheering the member of the Nobodies on before sliding back in the ring. There we see Casey slowly getting to his feet by using the ropes as Connor charges in on him. Going for a clothesline, but Casey manages to block it by using a big boot to the face of Connor Murphy. There he grabs Connor by the head and delivers a powerful Chokeslam before going for the cover as Drew Patton goes for a three count.
Drew: One!!! Two!!
Somehow Connor manages to get his shoulder up in time, causing Casey to look at the referee as some of the bleeding has stopped and dried up on his face. After a few seconds he turns his attention back to Connor Murphy as he sets him up for a Powerbomb, lifting him up and driving him hard into the canvas as he rolls him up for the count of three.
Drew: One!!! Two!!! Thr….
Somehow Wyatt has managed to get back to his feet and pull Casey off of Connor Murphy to stop an almost certain three count. He whips Casey into the steel ring steps, causing a loud bang to be heard throughout the arena before Connor grabs Casey and drops him hard on the concrete floor with a big time DDT.
Adams: Oh my God!! Casey needs medical attention for sure after that one!!!
Simone: He may very well need that!!!
Wyatt slides in the ring as he sees a groggy Connor Murphy slowly get to his knees as he crawls over to the ropes. Wyatt wipes some off of his blood from his face and wipes it across his chest before signaling to the fans that he is going to finish it with his finishing move.
Simone: Looks like he is going for the kill!!!
Wyatt goes for the kill as Connor manages to get to his feet and turns around, Wyatt nails him with the running Boot as it drops him to the canvas with authority.
Adams: Boomtown!!!!
Simone: This surely has to be it!! Oh no!! Not him again???
Just as Wyatt turns around to go for the cover, he walks right into a kick in the midsection by the out of nowhere emerging Goth. Who then locks Wyatt in a position for his Dreaded Chaos ADDT. Looking at the fans as he screams at them before attempting the move. But Wyatt surprises him as he clamps his arms around his waist and charges him into the turnbuckles, before driving several shoulder tackles in the midsection of the Roulette champion.
Adams: Look at Wyatt go!!! He is on a mission!!!
Wyatt executes an Irish Whip and sends Goth into the ropes before going for a running boot once again.
Simone: Boomtown on Goth!!! He nailed the Roulette champion!!!
Wyatt grabs Goth and whips him to the outside as he gets to the ropes and starts to scream at him that he will kick his ass and take his title away from him soon. We can see Goth slowly move to the back as he holds his ribs and head while not taking his eyes off of Wyatt Peterson. Wyatt finally turns around and walks right into an open hand from Casey, who has slowly rolled back in the ring and measured Wyatt Peterson for his dreaded Choke Slam. Wyatt gets lifted in the air for a few inches before Connor Murphy executes a shotblock into the back of Casey’s knee. Dropping him as Connor lands on his feet once more. He immediately takes advantage of the situation, grabs Connor and whips him shoulder first into the steel ring post before going for Casey once more. There he lifts Casey up and lifts him up in the Gorilla Press and drops him hard. There he rolls Casey over and covers him
Drew: One!! Two!! Three!!!!
Justin: Here’s your winner!!! Wyatt Peterson!!!
Drew raises the arm of Wyatt in the air in a hard fought war. Staring at the Roulette champion with a big time smile upon his face as he points at him .
Simone: This isn't the last we will see of these two!!!
“At the Copa, Copacabana. The hottest spot north of Havana....”
The camera tilts all the way up as we see Mercedes Vargas descend slowly down the elaborate spiral staircase stage of the world-famous cabaret and nightclub Tropicana for this pre-recorded segment hours ahead of tonight's Climax Control.
Mercedes: OK, so we're not actually at the New York city nightclub, but you might argue that the hottest spot is actually IN Havana. Where else are you going to find dinner and dazzling shows nightly, showgirls dressed in elaborate costumes, and a guest list that included Marlon Brando, Ernest Hemingway, Rita Hayworth, and J.F.K.? Why, the Tropicana, of course! Entertaining fans since 1939.
Mercedes stops at the end of the stage.
Mercedes: SCW Bombshell Mercedes Vargas here, back with another update on SCW World Tour 2015. We're ten months into the world tour and already we've visited over 30 countries, but we're far from being done. So look out, because you just never know when we might be coming to your town.
A roll call of various SCW Superstars and Bombshells plays as she continues.
Mercedes: Don't miss out on your chance to experience SCW Live and see your favorite Superstars and Bombshells in action, including current SCW World Champion Drake Green, J2H, Lord Rabb, current SCW Bombshell World Champion Mikah, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, current World Bombshell Tag Team Champions Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher of Team Hero, Casey Williams, current SCW Roulette Champion Goth, current SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Melanie Gabrielle, Steve Ramone, current SCW Internet Champion Sean Jackson, current SCW Bombshell Internet Champion Alexis Edwards, current SCW Tag Team Champions Landon Axel and Ethan Brody of Guns for Hire, the lovely Bombshells, and, of course, yours truly.
The footage fades and we return to Mercedes as she is walking along the lush rainforest setting.
Mercedes: And certainly we've had a great time so far in the Caribbean. We've already been to Puerto Rico, Santo Domingo, and Kingston. Sadly, all good things must come to an end as our tour is almost over. Here's a look at the rest of the Caribbean leg of SCW World Tour 2015.
A nifty graphic appears on the screen showing a map of the Caribbean island, with various cities highlighted as Mercedes reads off the remaining dates for this leg of the tour.
Mercedes: We wrap things up on the final stop during the Caribbean leg as part of SCW World Tour tonight when Climax Control 131 comes to you live from Tropicana nightclub right here in Havana, Cuba. Oh, but it gets better next week because next week Climax Control comes to San Jose, Costa Rica on November 22nd. Then Cancun, Mexico, get ready because we're coming your way on November 29 for the final Climax Control. And after that, it's the final supershow of 2015. SCW presents December 2 Dismember III, live from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, on December 13.
The graphic disappears and we return to Mercedes.
Mercedes: Tickets are on sale and they're going fast, so get yours right now. Additional fees may apply. Card is subject to change. Be sure to keep checking back on scwwrestling.net in the coming weeks for more information and follow us on twitter at @SCWrestling1. Don't miss any of the action during SCW World Tour 2015. We'll see you there.
Goth hands his title over to his wife after he has defeated Travis Nathaniel Andrews and retained his title once more. He looks at the back and demands a microphone as he wipes some of the sweat from his face.
Goth: Mark, you wanted an answer from the wrestlers who are SCW or Drake’s lapdogs?? Well you know my answer, I’m the SCW Roulette champion. I’m here to show Drake and his following that whomever chooses him… they will have to succumb to the might of the true dominant champion in this company is.
With that he drops the microphone as he and his wife walk to the back of the arena as the fans boo them.
The scene opens backstage of the Tropicana Nightclub, where we see Amy standing in front the French Flag, which has Pray for Paris written on it. Next to her stands Miss Rocky Mountains with a mic in hand and a big smile.
Miss Rocky Mountains: Ladies and Gentleman, I have Amy Marshall with me, who in a short while will be facing off against Alexis Edwards for the Internet title, first question. How are you feeling and how prepared are you?
Rocky Mountains starts.
Amy: I’m feeling good and I’m ready as I ever can be. Nothing has changed from my usual training schedule.
Amy explained.
Miss Rocky Mountains: So you are facing the Internet champion Alexis Edwards in a rematch from High Stakes, but why are you do reluctant about this match?
Rocky queried.
Amy: I am not reluctant about this match… and technically this isn’t a rematch. I simply said that I shouldn’t be in this match, as its Lucy rematch. But I am happy to wrestle Alexis again and I’m happy to take the title off her. Just don’t expect me to retain in the rematch.
Amy shrugs.
Miss Rocky Mountains: What happens if you do win?
Rocky questions.
Amy: Obviously celebrate but not get too attached to the title, since I will no doubt lose it.
Amy sighs since she has known this feeling several times.
Miss Rocky Mountains: Have faith. Do you have any final words for Alexis?
Rocky smiles trying to bring some faith and confidence to Amy.
Amy: No final words… only my actions inside the ring will make a statement.
Miss Rocky Mountains: Well thank you Amy.
Rocky thanks Amy.
Amy: No problem.
The scene soon fades out, as Amy smiles before walking away back to her locker room, as Miss Rocky Mountains finishes up in front of the camera.
We go backstage and the crowd lets out a round of cheers as Drake Green is shown cascading through the halls (You can fill out what he’s wearing). He walks by catering and see’s his girlfriend, Lyah Lindberg sitting at a table by herself, staring at an unopened chocolate pudding. The blonde is seated, but Drake looks at her black boots, and his eyes trail up the plaid skirt and stop at her unzippered leather jacket as her eyes maintain focus on the pudding, having not yet seen Drake.
Drake: Ahem.
He fakes a cough to get her attention.
Lyah gazes up from the pudding, as the color temporarily leaves her face. She looks away almost instantly.
Lyah: I thought someone was actually standing there, but, nobody I want to talk to.
Drake rolls his eyes before he takes a seat next to her. She turns away from him as soon as he sits down.
Drake: Are we really gonna keep doing this?
Lyah: Do what? You texted me when I left on Wednesday and told me to stop being dramatic, so I did.
Lyah still hasn’t turned back around to face him.
Lyah: I went to a gym and paid some random trainer to help me prepare for my match. I didn’t send you a single text message, and I even left the credit card you gave me on the table. Everything I’ve done, or ate, or whatever since Wednesday has been out of my own pocket. See, no drama?
Drake can't help himself.
Drake: Really? What about the car you've been driving?
Lyah can’t form a response, knowing she is driving the car Drake had given her. She puts her hand on the pudding and slides it over towards him without looking.
Lyah: Consider that a token of my appreciation.
The blonde bombshell sighs, not wanting any of this to play out at work. At least no one was around to witness it, she thought to herself.
Lyah: I don’t know what your problem has been anyway but you’ve been a douche and a half to me for the last two weeks, so I figured I was doing something wrong.
Drake grabs her and turns her toward him.
Drake: You didn't do anything wrong. I've just been so preoccupied with everything and I mean, I went from basically never having a serious girlfriend to having one live with me, and travel with me and its just been a lot. ok?
Lyah: Dude, I get it. Change is a pain in the ass sometimes, but I’m dealing with it too.
She slowly pulls the pudding back towards her, but still doesn’t open it.
Lyah: Its something we all deal with on some levels, but couples are supposed to talk things out. This whole thing where you growl at me, or act like I’m the most annoying person in the world anytime I say anything is getting old. If you didn’t want me moving in, you could have told me before I did and I wouldn’t have gotten upset. Even right now, I’ll move my things out if you want to take a step back. Anything is better than the last two weeks. They’ve been so different...YOU have been so different.
She pokes his arm as she calls him out on his attitude change.
Drake: Its not just you. I mean, it isn't you. I've been so focused on Mark that I haven't even really stopped to think about anything else. I don't want you going anywhere. I want you by my side...for all of this.
Lyah: Do you? Or has what the other bombshells been saying been getting to you? The whole cradle robber thing, its freakin’ lame, but sometimes it feels like they know you better than I do. Everyone keeps telling me that you can’t commit, that you haven’t changed, and I want us to prove them wrong...but are they? Is having a girlfriend a new way of attempting to be young again? I don’t know what to think sometimes.
Lyah, realizing she’s being dramatic shrugs.
Lyah: Screw it, I don’t even care. I just want to rip some bombshell hair out tonight and call it a day.
He chuckles.
Drake: None of them know me. They might think they do but you know me better than anyone else here. And I'm not fucking old!
Lyah: Then how do I not know how to fix this? It feels weird being back at Austen’s, he’s not even there.
She pauses.
Lyah: I know drama isn’t your thing and trust me it isn’t mine, so if you can promise to stop being a jackass I guess I can promise to come home. Lets be honest, I know you’ve missed me making deformed pancakes and burning french toast in the morning, right?
He just stares at her for a second.
Drake: How about I make breakfast from now on?
Lyah: Get the hell outta here!
Lyah smirks, finally giving in and placing her hand on top of his.
Lyah: You want to cook for me? Drake freakin Green is going to be a chef for the next 7 days?
Drake: 7 days?
Lyah: I want breakfast for a week, then I’ll forgive you completely. And I want something different every...single...day.
A few SCW staff members walk by and Lyah flashes them an awkward smile before turning her attention back to Drake.
Drake: Ummm....I was thinking more like Mickey D's......
Lyah: I was thinking more like Mickey PLEASE...no! Its not that easy.
Knowing she dropped a cheesy line, she stands up quickly, retrieving her pudding.
Lyah: Seriously though, I need some last minute tips so I don’t get my butt kicked tonight. That guy training me? I’m pretty sure I weighed more than he did and he had less knowledge of wrestling than Veronica Taylor. Yeah dude, that bad.
Drake: Ok...
He stands up.
Drake: Just remember that if you lose...you owe me a foot rub.
Lindberg looks around to make sure nobody is around, before speaking in a hushed tone.
Lyah: I’m the one who’s been wearing heels lately, you know, going for the classy look since I’m dating a movie star. I deserve the rub, not you.
She grabs his hand, giving it a squeeze.
Lyah: I’m officially inviting you into my dressing room. Gonna join?
Drake: Umm...
He trails off as he looks around. He notices no one is around and then nods his head.
Drake: Yeah, definitely.
Lyah begins skipping towards her dressing room, causing Drake to let go of her hand and chase after her as the camera heads back to the ring.
Justin: The following bombshell contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship.
The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.
I can hear you breathing
The bassy sounds of the drums begins to play as the cello then kicks in over the p.a and finally the guitar kicks in as green lights swirls around the entrance.
The boogie
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?
The boogie
The boogie Man
Justin: Introducing first the challenger, from Juneau, Alaska. This is Amy Marshall
The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.
She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for the match to start.
Adams: Amy looks really hot tonight.
Simone: Will you stop please.
The lights in the arena go black as “Freak Like Me” by Halestorm plays over the sound system. Red strobe lights shine around and thick smoke fills the entrance. A figure emerges from behind the curtain, dressed in a baggy black hoodie.
Justin: and her opponent from Phoenix, Arizona, she is the current reigning and defending Internet Champion, representing The Nobodies, this is Alexis Edwards
The crowd in attendance gives off a mixed reaction of boos and cheers as the hooded figure moves to the music before she pulls the hood back revealing herself to be Alexis Edwards. She ignores the fans, pretending as though she can’t hear them at all before she dashes her way down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. She jumps up to her feet, raising her right hand in the air as she unzips her hoodie with her left then removes it, tossing it across the ring where it lands on the top rope. She makes her way over to one of the corner turnbuckles as her music dies down and she stares across the ring towards Amy.
Adams: This match is going to be a barn burner.
Simone: These two really don’t like each other.
Jasmine St. John checks over both ladies before taking the championship belt out of Alexis’s hands. Alexis doesn’t like that too much as she snarls at her. Jasmine rolls her eyes while hoisting the championship high into the air for all the Cuban fans to see. Right as Jasmine turns her back, Alexis charges toward the corner diagonal from her and strikes Amy with a quick corner dropkick. The force pushes her back against the turnbuckle as Alexis quickly gets back up to her feet.
Adams: Alexis wasn’t waiting for the bell huh.
Simone: I got a feeling this match is not going to be for the weak at heart.
The bell dings as Alexis gives the crowd an “up yours” arm gesture as she repeatedly stomps Amy into the corner. Jasmine turns to see Alexis already on the attack as Alexis plants her foot across the throat of Amy. Jasmine quickly hands the championship over to the ringside tech and gets into position. Alexis is bouncing Amy against the turnbuckles as Jasmine starts her count.
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Alexis steps back while signaling a clean break before striking with a strong right hand across Amy’s jaw. Jasmine is scolding Alexis for the cheap shot as she plays the innocent card. Jasmine steps out of the way as Alexis grabs Amy by the arm and Irish whips her across the ring. The force of the whip causes Amy to jar her back against the turnbuckles as she topples to her knees.
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Adams: That look like it hurt.
Simone: I bet it does.
Adams: Maybe I should go check on Amy.
Simone: I think you should stay right here.
Alexis sees Amy on her knees as she charges her again. Before Alexis could strike with an offensive move, Amy catches her with a quick spinning wheel kick. Amy’s heel catches Alexis right on the temple as she falls to her back. Amy quickly goes for the cover as Jasmine slides into position.
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Alexis kicks out as Amy pushes her back down while going for another pin attempt.
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Alexis kicks out again as Amy quickly moves back up to her feet. Alexis is getting back up to her feet as Amy catches her with a dropkick which knocks her back down. Amy is looking to follow up with another offensive maneuver but Alexis rolls out to the arena floor. Alexis is leaning up against the ring as Amy sprints toward one set of ring ropes. She bounces off them and hits Alexis in the back with a baseball slide.
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Adams: I thought baseball season was over with
Simone: It is
Adams: Then why did Amy use a baseball slide?
Simone facepalms herself as Alexis stumbles forward a little. Amy is standing on the arena floor as she lands a few sharp rights across the back of Alexis. She stumbles a little more as Amy uses the barricade as a springboard. Alexis somehow manages to duck the roundhouse kick as Amy lands awkwardly on her left ankle. Alexis catches Amy with a mule kick of her own followed by a sharp back elbow. Amy stumbles a little as Alexis grabs her by the head and slams her face first into the ring apron.
Amy’s face bounces off as Alexis stomps hard onto Amy’s left ankle. Amy buckles a little as Alexis follows up with a standing STO into the ring apron. Jasmine is yelling at Alexis to get back into the ring.
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Alexis turns toward Jasmine and gives her a one gun salute. The crowd letting Alexis know what they think of her as she just shrugs her shoulders. She bends to pick up Amy off the ground while hooking her tights. She looks to toss Amy back into the ring but instead slams her back first against the barricade.
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Adams: Oh man, Amy is not doing very well tonight.
Simone: Alexis has been all over her
Adams: If Alexis keeps this up then she could be retaining her championship.
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Alexis rolls back into the ring just to break the count but rolls right back out. Jasmine continues to yell at her while starting the count over. Amy is struggling to get back up to her feet as Alexis strikes with a sharp punt kick to the gut. Amy grabs at her side as Alexis continues to kick her. She then bends down to lift Amy up off the ground while slamming her right fist into Amy’s face. A sick grin is on Alexis’ lips while she drags Amy over to the steel ring steps. Alexis starts to trash talk Amy before slamming her face first onto the steel ring steps. Alexis keeps a hold of Amy’s head while continuing to talk trash in her ear.
Alexis looks to slam Amy’s face again but she blocks it. Alexis doesn’t think anything of it as she tries to do it again. Amy blocks it again while striking with a quick elbow into Alexis’s midsection before slamming her face into the steel steps. The impact of the steps knocks Alexis back a bit as she quickly grabs at her nose. Amy is trying to shake the cobwebs loose as she leaps up onto the ring steps before landing on top of Alexis with a short moonsault.
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Adams: Where did Amy get that?
Simone: I don’t really know
Amy shoots back up to her feet while pumping up the crowd. The crowd is slowly beginning to get behind her as she picks Alexis up off the ground. She grabs a handful of Alexis’s tights and tosses her back into the ring. Jasmine is telling Amy to get back into the ring as she hops up onto the ring apron. She motions for Alexis to get back while gripping the top rope. Alexis is just getting up to her feet as Amy springs off and connects with a forearm smash. Alexis falls to the canvas as Amy is right on top of her in another pin attempt.
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Alexis barely kicks out as Amy is back up to her feet. The crowd is now getting behind her more as she starts to stalk Alexis. Alexis is beginning to stir as Amy is getting ready to strike. Alexis is finally back up to her feet as Amy grabs her by the head and bringing both of her knees up to Alexis’s face.
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2.5
Simone: Bad Girl!
Alexis catches Amy midmove and slams her down hard onto her face. While still have a hold of Amy’s leg, she steps over while applying a sleeper hold.
Adams: Alexis managed to counter Bad Girl into the Lex Appeal.
Simone: Oh man, will Amy tap out?
Alexis wrenches back a little as Amy tries to fight the hold. Alexis rolls over onto her side while tightening her grip. Amy lets out a grunt before tapping the canvas. Jasmine quickly points toward the timekeeper as the bell sounds again.
Justin: Here is your winner by submission and still the Bombshell Internet champion...Alexis Edwards
Alexis let’s go of Amy as she is up to one knee while yanking her title out of Jasmine’s hands.
Adams: Alexis managed to retaining the championship.
Simone: Amy was a game challenger but sometimes you can’t win them all.
Pussy Willow is seen standing backstage and in front of Mikah's locker room door.
PW: I'm standing outside of the Bombshell Champion, Mikah's locker room. And I'm about to see if she has a few minutes to answer a few questions.
Pussy Willow then knocks on the closed door. Within a few extra long seconds, Ruby Appleton opens the door.
PW: Yes, I am looking for Mikah. I would like to ask her a few questions about her upcoming match against Crystal Hilton.
Pussy Willow tries to look over Ruby's shoulder but she's blocked when Ruby moves.
Ruby: I know who you are and I also understand that Mikah has also asked you to stay away from her. And as her personal assistant, I must ask you to leave.
Pussy Willow looks surprised for a moment.
PW: I just have a few questions!
Ruby: Mikah will not be answering any questions for you at this time.
Ruby gives her a look before stepping back into the locker room and shuts the door.
The cameras cut to back to the arena where the crowd is settling in a bit. We cut to the announce table where we see Simone and Adams, chatting back and forth a bit about the rest of the night!
Simone: Climax Control never fails to disappoint now does it Adams?!
Adams: Does SCW ever disappoint period? I mean, come on...
Simone: We are just on fire lately, everything, it's... amazing!
Adams: It really is, I mean what can make it better...?
Simone: Maybe a nice margarita, but otherwise... nothing!
Adams: I can't even picture tonight getting any bett...
Adams is cut off by the lights in the building going completely dark! Gasps and a couple of screams are heard throughout the crowd. You can sense the anxiety and panic in the fans, what is going on?
Simone: What the hell is going on... are we having electrical problems AGAIN?!
Adams: No, my monitor is working, so it can't be electrical, can it?
Adams is correct... the lights begin to flicker on and off, confusing the crowd, and everyone in general.
Adams: Okay, at least we have some light... kind of...
The arena hits black once again and a creepy piano type music is heard, what is this? The crowd is confused, a spotlight hits the top of the stage, right in the center, and a figure walks out onto the spotlight.
Adams: Who is that, I can't get a good look...
Simone: I really don't know, I can't tell either...
Adams: Shh... hold on...
The music continues, getting a bit more dramatic as the figure walks towards the ring, the spotlight following, every other light in the SCW arena still out! The figure slowly walks around the corner of the ring, towards the steel steps as he begins to climb the steps, Adams and Simone have gone quiet. The figure makes his way from the steps to the apron and into the ring, the spotlight following.
Adams: Is this a match? I'm confused... and this music is creepy...
The cameras have a better view on the figure, we can make out the size and kind the clothing. Black jeans and a black hoodie, the hood up, covering the upper part of the figure's face as well, we can barely see the jawline and mouth of the figure who is staring down, finally the lights hit, the spotlight is gone and the lights are shining.
Simone: Finally, we have light... wait, is that...
Adams: Oh my...
The figure is no longer a figure, this person lifts his head and slowly pulls back the hood of the hoodie to reveal none other than the REJECTED one himself, Andrew Watts! The crowd watches in silence, not really sure how to react. Watts looks different than we have seen him before, much more facial hair, his hair longer, pushed back, not spiked up as usual. He is not clean cut, rather scruffy and sort of looking like he just came out of a long horror movie. Watts looks around, signalling for a microphone as he is handed one. Watts just holds the microphone, not raising it, just staring around at the crowd who stares back.
Simone: About one month ago, he said he would be back... at High Stakes, and wow, he is here...
Adams: What does this even mean? Is Andrew Watts even allowed in an SCW ring? Isn't he suspended...?
Simone: Andrew Watts has made it clear that he does what he wants, when he wants...
Watts slowly lifts the microphone up to his lips, his voice even sounding a bit different, much darker, deeper, a bit more intimidation in it than usual.
Andrew Watts: REJECTION... something that the SCW tried to do to me, something that didn't work very well, at all. Why? Because, I'm here, aren't I? Standing right in the center of a Sin City Wrestling ring...
The fans are pretty quick to throw out a mixture of boos and cheers, some loving Watts, others unable to stand him, Watts continues.
Andrew Watts: I was told if I ever wanted to be reinstated I would have to clean up my degenerate act, be more serious... well, I've come back to be more serious...
Watts pauses for a second, smirking sadistically and then he continues.
Andrew Watts: I plan to be as serious as it gets... I plan to cause SERIOUS pain... SERIOUS destruction... I plan to SERIOUSLY hurt anyone and anything that stands in my path and I will stop at nothing to get the things that I want...
Watts continues to smirk, a bit of a cocky smile on his face as he talks, mixed with a little bit of a sadistic look as well.
Andrew Watts: About one year ago I debuted in SCW, and I started my reign of terror... and well, if you thought that was TERROR, you haven't seen anything yet. Because terror... is about... to begin...
Watts nods his head, taking a deep breath.
Andrew Watts: Pain, suffering, hurt, blood, blood, and some more blood... that is what the SCW is about to endure at the hands of Andrew Watts. You can try to throw me out of building, suspend me, take me off of the event card...
Watts smirks, nodding his head as he continues.
Andrew Watts: But the more you try to REJECT me... the more I will hurt you... the deeper the cut will be and the quicker the blood will spill...
Watts looks down for a second, and then back up, smirking sadistically as he flashes a cocky smile at the cameras.
Andrew Watts: I'll see you soon... all of you, and it won't be pretty. Hide while you can, because....
Watts lets out a slight chuckle and as he does the lights go out again, the arena black for a few seconds and then bam! The sound of thunder and a lightning like effect hits the arena, the lights back to normal, Watts nowhere to be seen...
Adams: Wow, talk about a different side of Andrew Watts...
Simone: Yeah, I've never seen that before... he looked like... well, evil...
Adams: And then he just disappeared, like... wow, I don't even know what to really say...
Watts flashes a cocky smile at the cameras and just as he does, the feed cuts... the lights go back to normal, and every face in the arena is left with a questioned look on their face. Is Andrew Watts back? Is Andrew Watts coming back? What the hell just happened?
The camera moves backstage to the outside of the dressing room with the nameplate ‘Drake Green/Lyah Lindberg’ on it. The door pulls open and we see Lyah and Drake finishing a kiss as Lyah walks out, smile on her face, dressed in her ring gear as her dressing room door closes behind her.
Lindberg stops dead in her tracks, staring ahead at something or someone off camera, her smile now faded.
Lyah: What...the...fudge, yo.
She places her hands on her hips as Alexis Edwards walks into the shot. Alexis has her Bombshell Internet Championship in her hand, and a grin on her face as she comes face to face with Lyah for the first time.
Alexis: And here I thought you only talked like that on Twitter, Lyah. What’s wrong? More trouble in paradise with your cradle robbing boyfriend, Drake?
Alexis tosses the Internet title over her shoulder with a chuckle, as Lyah steps closer to the champion defiantly. The two bombshells are nearly nose to nose.
Lyah: Not that its any of your beeswax Lexi, can I call you that?
Without waiting for a reply, she continues.
Lyah: But no, no trouble in paradise. He’s ready to watch me kick some ass and move on to the next round of the tournament. You aren’t nervous, are you? I mean you talk a big game on twitter, but WHEN we meet in the next round of the tournament, I’ll beat you so bad you will wish you were your twin for the night.
She keeps her eyes trained on Alexis, before briefly moving towards the championship on her shoulder. Alexis pulls away, refusing to let Lyah near the title. She adjusts the belt over her shoulder before glaring at the blonde standing before her.
Alexis: Why the hell would I be nervous, Lyah? You really think you could beat me, don’t you? I don’t care what you think, little miss goody two-shoes, but there’s not a damn thing you could EVER do that would make me wish I was my twin. But go ahead and think that, if it makes you happy.
Alexis rolls her eyes, but her nostrils are flared, giving away the fact that Lyah just might have struck a nerve. Lindberg again takes another step forward, closing the distance between them again.
Lyah: You know what really makes me happy, dude? Chocolate pudding, heavy metal music and black nail polish.
Lyah laughs, amused at her own words, but Alexis doesn’t seem as cheery.
Lyah: I’ll just say this. Watch my match tonight. I might be some rookie bathroom break to you, but with Drake training me, I WILL be a champion here one day. And again, mind your business before things really get personal, okay?
Lyah stares at Alexis, not letting the more experienced Bombshell intimidate her. Alexis clenches her other fist at her side, holding herself back from punching Lyah right then and there.
Alexis: First off, bitch, if you take one step closer I won’t hesitate to knock you on your ass right here. Maybe even make it so you don’t make it to your match tonight.
Alexis takes a slight step back, again giving distance between the two.
Alexis: Two...Like I already said on Twitter the other day, I actually HOPE you win tonight, Lyah, because I personally want to be the one to knock you out of the tournament. Sadly, I really don’t see me getting my wish, but don’t worry. We’ll face each other sooner or later. I’ll make sure of it.
Alexis looks down at the title draped over her shoulder, then back to Lyah.
Alexis: And if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll be nice enough to give you a shot at this title.
Lyah begins wiggling her fingertips at her side as Alexis’ doubting of her has also struck a nerve. She heeds Alexis’ warning and doesn’t take a step forward.
Lyah: We’ll see about your little prediction, dude. Why don’t you run to the bathroom, I mean I am the bathroom break after all. I have a match.
She tries to walk by but Alexis steps in front of her. Lyah takes a deep breath and pushes her shoulder forward towards the champion.
Lyah: Move….bitch.
Alexis laughs with a smirk on her face.
Alexis: For the record, I wasn’t the one to call you the *air quotes* bathroom break. That was Mikah. And, are you gonna make me move? I’m just trying to get a sense of what little miss Lyah is capable of.
Alexis stands her ground, refusing to step aside as she glares at Lyah, almost daring her to do something. Lindberg takes another deep breath, trying to control her anger, and balls her fists up at her sides.
Lyah: Little miss Lyah will knock you into next week if you don’t get the hizzell out of my way, now!
Lyah’s animated words are a distinct opposite of the look on her face which is far from playful. Alexis can’t help but laugh at the rising tension as well as the way Lyah speaks.
Alexis: Word of advice, Lyah. If you want to be taken seriously, even just a little bit, change the way you talk because that shit is annoying.
Alexis stares at Lyah for another moment or two before she finally gives in and takes a step to the side.
Alexis: But by all means, run along Miss Lindberg. You wouldn’t do anything anyway.
Lyah: I wouldn’t? Are you sure about that?
Lyah takes a few steps forward, passing Alexis, as she then turns around to face her again, knowing at any moment she could turn around and have a clear path towards the ring.
Lyah: I think YOU are the one who wouldn’t do anything. I bet your sister would. She probably has some lady balls, but you? Weak sauce.
Alexis’ eyes are suddenly filled with pure rage and her nostrils flare again. She takes a few steps towards Lyah.
Alexis: Don’t underestimate me, bitch. I prefer to strike when you least expect it. I’d have no problem beating your ass into next week right now, if only so your boyfriend could hear the whole damn thing behind that door.
Alexis then takes a daring move and pats Lyah on the shoulder, with just a little force.
Alexis: Good luck out there, Lyah. I’m sure you’re going to need all the luck you can get.
Lyah’s eyes move towards Alexis’ hands which prompts her to stop patting her shoulder. Lindberg stares at Alexis for a few moments, unwilling to make a move back, knowing that could jeopardize her chances of making it to the ring at one hundred percent if at all. Lyah takes a few steps backwards, not trusting Alexis not to jump her before finally turning around and throwing a peace sign up as she heads towards the ring for her match.
Justin: Ladies and gentleman our next match is the final first round match of the Going For the Gold tournament and it is a triple threat match!
Crowd: POP!
The opening chords to "Imperium" by Machine Head are heard over the speakers and the lights dim, as the song picks up in speed strobe lightning flashes across the arena to the beat of the drums until....
"HEAR ME NOW!!!!!"
Justin: Introducing first…weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds…From Miami, Florida…JESSIE SALCO!!
The first lyrics are screamed by Rob Flynn as the lights come back on and the song kicks into high gear and Jessie steps out from the backstage area with her older brother Jake by her side, the crowd boos her but Jessie ignores them as she makes her way down to ringside, Jessie slides into the ring and throws up the horns as she waits for her opponent.
'Going Under' begins playing as Lyah Lindberg makes her way to the top of the entranceway.
Justin: Introducing next, making her way to the ring…Weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds..From Oakland, California…LYAH LINDBERG!!
Lyah begins walking to the ring, making her way over to the fans and high fiving a few of them. She stops in front of the ring steps, looking out at the crowd one more time before stepping up them and into the ring. She stands in a corner opposite Jessie Salco as the two stare at one another.
The lights turn pink, red and purple as "Evil Angel" by: Breaking Benjamin plays. Melanie Gabrielle walks out with her sword in hand. She raises it up into the air and lets out a battle cry.
Justin: Making her way to the ring…Weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds..From Copenhagen, Denmark…She is the reigning SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion…MELANIE GABRIELLE!
Melanie walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers loudly for her. As she gets into the ring, the lights turn off and a spot light is on her. She jumps into the ring and walks into the center. Melanie takes her crown off her head and tosses into the air. She catches it as the lights turn to normal. All three bombshells are standing in separate corners as Jacob Summers finally calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Lyah stares at the other two, more experienced Bombshells, not even showing an ounce of nervousness. Not until both women stare at her and slowly start to approach her. Lyah tries to circle around them, in an attempt to find a way out of the predicament she is currently in, but they both follow her.
Adams: Why do they have to go after the new girl? That’s just rude!
Simone: I’m sure you understand how it goes, Jason. Being a former competitor yourself.
Eventually Jessie and Melanie have Lyah backed against the ropes with nowhere to go. Melanie stands to Lyah’s left and Jessie is to her right. For a moment, Lyah looks nervous, but the look soon fades as she lunges at Jessie first with a forearm to the face, then attempts to do the same to Melanie, but Jessie recovers quickly and stops her, grabbing Lyah by her long blonde hair! Melanie delivers a couple of hard right shots as Jessie holds her back for the beat down.
Adams: Poor Lyah. Been through so much in her short time here in SCW.
Simone: Somewhere backstage, Hot Stuff Mark Ward is loving this.
After Melanie’s assault, Jessie shoves Lyah down, and she falls face first against the canvas. She’s already feeling the effects of Melanie’s assault that she barely flinches when her face bounces off the canvas. Jessie looks down with a smirk on her face but she’s soon caught off guard by a spinning heel kick from Melanie that sends her flat on her back and Melanie goes for the early pin attempt!
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2..Jessie kicks out!
Simone: Now we may just see a real match and not a two on one assault.
Jessie doesn’t seem very thrilled about that move by Melanie and she lunges at the Bombshell Roulette Champion as soon as she gets back to her feet, taking her right back down with a forearm to the back of the knee! Jessie crouches over Melanie beginning her onslaught, but Melanie fights back and the two begin rolling around the ring, each trying to overpower the other. Neither one notices that Lyah has pulled herself back to her feet in one of the corners and she’s leaning against the turnbuckles, watching this cat fight take place.
Adams: What is Lyah doing?
Simone: I would assume waiting for an opportune moment…
Lyah thinks quickly and then jumps up to the second rope, watching carefully. Eventually Jessie gets the upper hand against Melanie, slamming her head against the canvas three times before she hooks the leg and goes for the pin! But Lyah leaps off of the turnbuckle right at both women!
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2-NO! Lyah breaks up the pin with a flying elbow to the back of Jessie’s neck, and once again Lyah is back in it! Lyah jumps back to her feet as Jessie and Melanie are both still feeling the effects of that move. Lyah, however, chooses to focus on Jessie first. She pulls the heavy metal Bombshell off of Melanie and pulls her back to her feet. She backs Jessie against the ropes then whips her across the ring. When Jessie rebounds back, she swings and goes for a clothesline, but Jessie ducks it and bounces off the other set of ropes. Lyah spins around just in time to lean forward and lift Jessie up in a back body drop!
Adams: Lyah must have a few other things up her sleeve. Having Drake Green as her boyfriend and trainer, she has to!
Lyah leaps at the ropes, rebounding back in a springboard lionsault, but Jessie gets her knees up connecting with Lyah’s midsection! Melanie notices what happened and quickly crawls towards Lyah, rolling her on to her back and pinning her shoulders to the mat as Jacob drops down for the count!
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2..Jessie breaks up the count with an elbow to the back of the head! She pulls Melanie off of Lyah before SHE drops down for the pin attempt!
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2..Lyah kicks out just as Melanie pulls Jessie off of Lyah, pulling her back to her feet!
Simone: Things imploding right before our eyes. Any one of these women can walk away the winner.
Adams: Let’s toss a coin!
Simone: Not sure that would work, Jason…
Melanie and Jessie begin battling it out until Melanie gets the upper hand against Jessie when she tosses her through the ropes! Jessie crashes to the floor below but Melanie is not finished. She gives Jessie a moment to get back to her feet before she runs across the ring, leaps up and over the top rope in a somersault and crashes against Jessie and the crowd is now on their feet! Lyah is back on her feet, having watched the move happen, and she climbs to the top turnbuckle, staring down at both women again!
Adams: She’s gonna go flying again!
Simone: For a relative newcomer to the business, she takes some big risks!
Jessie stays down on the floor, seemingly unconscious as Melanie gets back to her feet. Jacob is trying to get the women back in the ring, with no luck. And as soon Melanie is back to her feet, against the ring apron, Lyah leaps off right towards her, with a dropkick that sends both women crashing to the ground and now all three women are down and out!
Simone: And just like that all three women are down!
Adams: Yeah but…can there be a triple count out in a tournament match?
Lyah is the first to start moving, albeit slowly, and Jessie follows suit. Jessie has a hold of the steel ring post, trying to pull herself back to her feet, while Lyah has her hand on the ring apron doing the same. Meanwhile Melanie has crawled over towards the barricade near the front row fans, getting back to her feet that way. Once all three women are back to their feet, Melanie is staring right towards Lyah and she quickly charges at her! Lyah, however, steps to the side and at the last minute rolls Melanie back into the ring under the bottom rope! When Lyah goes to get back in the ring, Jessie pulls her down and Lyah’s head bounces off the ring apron!
Once Lyah drops to her feet in front of Jessie, she tries to fend of Jessie, but the heavy metal bombshell delivers a hard right punch then takes Lyah by the hair, spins her around and sends her crashing face first against the steel ring post! Lyah’s head bounces off the ring post and she collapses to the ground as Jessie rolls back inside the ring, but she’s met with a boot to the head!
Adams: Is Lyah even conscious right now?
Simone: I can’t tell, Jason. I can’t even see her.
Melanie reaches crouches down over Jessie and delivers a furious round of rights and lefts! She slams her head against the canvas, wearing her down quickly, before she jumps back to her feet, dragging Jessie towards the turnbuckles. Melanie leaves Jessie lying there before she climbs to the top rope just over Jessie. She looks to the outside where Lyah is just beginning to stir, but Lyah doesn’t even have time to stop what is about to happen! Melanie leaps off the ropes with a Shooting Star Senton, crashing against Jessie!
Simone: Heaven and Hell! She’s hit the Heaven and Hell!
Adams: And now she’s going for the pin! Lyah better move quick if she wants to save this match!
Melanie drapes her arm over Jessie’s unconscious body and Jacob drops down just as Lyah gets her hand up to the ring apron!
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Lyah slowly gets to her feet, trying to get a sense of what is happening!
Adams: Come on Lyah!
2!
Lyah finally sees Melanie covering Jessie and quickly slides in under the bottom rope!
3!!! Lyah is too late! Jacob calls for the bell!
Justin: Ladies and gentleman, your winner and advancing to the second round…MELANIE GABRIELLE!!
Simone: It was a valiant effort by Lyah, but she was just a second too late.
Jacob raises Melanie’s arm in victory as Lyah looks disappointed that she couldn’t break up the pin. She rolls out of the ring and heads backstage, high fiving fans along the way. Melanie Gabrielle follows soon after as Jacob helps Jessie back to her feet and out of the ring.
We open up from the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see the Siren Kate Steele. She isn’t alone as her husband Teddy (Todd Warren). She is confronted by Pussy Willow and can’t help but grin.
Pussy Willow: Hi everyone this is Pussy Willow here and joining me tonight is none other than the Siren Kate Steele. Now Kate you had a very rough match a few weeks ago.
Kate Steele: Yeah it was rough. I felt like in the Going For The Gold series I had Alexis right where I wanted her but that is when Celeste came out of nowhere and she laid me out with that devastating move. I can’t be down about that match though because I felt like I gave it my all and even though I may be out of the World Bombshell contention let me talk about something that I know I am in contention for.
Teddy Steele: Yes… Let’s talk about my wife, and the fact for the first time in her career that it was a great sight seeing her covered in mud… So much mud.. The slipping, my mud and….
Kate Steele: …
Pussy Willow: Yes at High Stakes you had to referee that match between Melanie and Candy Overton, and lately we have been seeing a new attitude from Candy care to talk about it.
Kate Steele: Honestly? I don’t care about this new attitude. The thing that I am concerned with is that I rightfully feel I am the number one contender for the Roulette Bombshell Championship. I defeated the number one contender before she even had that match and since she lost I feel like I am the one rightfully in line for the next shot. So bring on whoever, and I don’t want Melanie to get too comfortable with that title because I will make my way into getting that title, and no matter what I will aim to pry it from around her waist. I hope she doesn’t get too lured in B my Siren’s Song because if she follows it to the end she might find herself… SHIPWRECKED!!!
Kate and Teddy smile at one another as they walk away.
Attention switches to the SCW-Tron, above the stage, and the fans cheer at the sight of Simon Jones. Simon is stood in front of the Gabalfa Interchange - an enormous overpass in his adopted hometown of Cardiff, Wales.
Simon: I'm sorry to all of you there in Havana, who may have been hoping to see me at Climax Control; I would have liked to have been there, but my presence is required at home, and so instead I'm having to settle for recording this in advance, to be broadcast during the show.
Simon rubs his chin.
Simon: Last Sunday, in Jamaica, I lost to J2H. Prior to that match, J2H stated - as I was reminded by Pussy Willow - that he wanted to beat me, so as to take my place in the upper rankings of SCW. And so given that he J2H did indeed beat me, what does that mean for me now? Is my time as a main event level wrestler really at an end? Furthermore, is the fat lady warming up her vocal chords, about to call time on my career?
Simon smirks.
Simon: Not if I have anything to say about it. I'm not done yet - like I said last week, I'm not ready to ride off into the sunset just yet.
Simon shakes his head.
Simon: I don't have a fear of my career coming to end - when that time does come, I'll be ready to leave the spotlight, to just play the role of a loving husband and father. There is something that I'm dreading, though - although this is a more immediate issue: I'm dreading not getting the thing that I've wanted for two months now.
Simon sighs.
Simon: This evening, Guns For Hire will be competing in a non-title match against Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson. Now, I have a sneaking suspicion that the Monstimals duo are going to win that match, and if they are indeed victorious, then that would automatically make them the number one contenders for the tag team titles. And so where would that leave me, as far as getting a shot at those titles is concerned? Do I need to forget about the tag team titles, and look for another challenge?
Simon shrugs his shoulders.
Simon: You know, this past week, I heard Crystal Hilton talk about the struggle it takes to get back to the top, and I found myself agreeing with her - she spoke a lot of sense.
Simon grins.
Simon: Speaking of Crystal Hilton, there's someone here with me, who has something that she wants to say to Crystal.
Simon reaches in the direction of the camera. The view from the camera then spins around one hundred and eighty degrees, to show Natalie McKinley.
Natalie: Hi, Crystal. You were right: I was watching and listening. And I was left speechless by what you had to say.
Natalie smiles.
Natalie: If you want my forgiveness, Crystal, you can have it. Besides, you aren't the only one guilty of having been a nuisance - I'm sure that at times I have said things to antagonize you.
Natalie takes a deep breath, before continuing.
Natalie: I can barely believe that I'm actually going to say this: good luck in your match against Mikah, Crystal.
Simon: Okay, you can have this back now.
Natalie reaches out, as the camera is passed back to her, resulting in the view then spinning back around one hundred and eighty degrees, to again show Simon.
Simon: After what happened last Sunday, I'm as determined as ever to show that I still have what it takes to compete at the very top of SCW - and I think I have a way for me to do that: I want a one-on-one match against either the aforementioned Lord Raab, or Goth.
Simon takes a quick glance over his shoulder, at the busy traffic behind him, before looking back to the camera.
Simon: Until he was defeated by Drake Green at High Stakes, Lord Raab was of course the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and while I've had my eyes on the tag team titles recently, rather than the world heavyweight title, I believe that a win against the former champion would prove that a third reign as the World Heavyweight Champion is not yet beyond me. As for Goth, right now he is on the hottest streak of any man in SCW - but I believe that I can be the one to end that streak.
Simon nods his head, confidently.
Simon: At the end of September, I stated that I had considered taking Goth up on his open challenge; I opted not to do so then, but now, two months later, Goth is still the Roulette Champion - assuming that he manages to successfully defend the title against Travis Nathaniel Andrews - and he is starting to run out of challengers. It would appear that Wyatt Peterson is going to be challenging for the roulette title at December 2 Dismember, but I assume that Goth will be competing in at least one more match between now and the supercard, which means that he will need another opponent from somewhere - so why not me?
Simon gives another shrug of his shoulders.
Simon: I don't particularly have an interest in winning the roulette title, so if I was to have a match against Goth, I wouldn't really mind whether or not his title was at stake. But whether it's Goth or Lord Raab, title or no title, roulette rules or not, I don't care about the specifics, I simply want a one-on-one match against one of those two men, so I can show that I'm not ready to be put out to pasture yet.
Simon lets out a slight sigh.
Simon: Well, I think I've said all that I need to say - for now. So to all of you SCW fans watching this, enjoy whatever is left of the show, and hopefully I'll get to see you soon.
The scene cuts away.
SCW's own Ms. Rocky Mountains stands beside Mercedes Vargas backstage, ready to conduct an interview with the Argentine Bombshell, seen in street clothes as she wasn't scheduled to compete tonight.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, tonight is the final week of first round matches in the Going for the Gold Tournament. Last week, things didn't go the way you wanted as Crystal Hilton came away with the win in the triple threat against you and Lucy Seraphina. What is going through your mind knowing that yet another opportunity to challenge for the World Bombshell Championship slipped through your fingers?
Mercedes: It's disappointing, and I'm not going to pretend I'm happy about it, but you know something, Rocky? It's not the end of the world. At High Stakes, I took on Mount Everest. I didn't quite make it to the top, but I gave it my best shot. And last week wasn't the result I wanted, but I walked away from Climax Control as best I could with my head held high and I'm just going to make the best of it. Last week just gives me more incentive to work hard until my next opportunity for the World Bombshell Championship. Every mountain is within reach. I just have to keep climbing.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight's main event sees Mikah defends the World Bombshell Championship against Crystal Hilton. Your thoughts as Mikah is close to making history?
Mercedes runs a hand through her hair, almost unsure how to answer before lightly nodding her head.
Mercedes: Everybody has been talking about it and have been waiting for tonight, I'm sure. Streaks are meant to be broken. I'm sure Delia's record as well as our shared record for longest Bombshell singles reign wasn't going to last forever. Mikah deserves the record, she does. She's been a worthy champion. Crystal has been on a roll the last couple of weeks, she beat me twice in five weeks. So if there is anyone who deserves a shot at stopping Mikah from making history, it's Crystal. Whether I think she'll accomplish that, I don't know. I'm not sure. Two months ago, Mikah was two weeks away from breaking my unpinned/unsubmitted streak, but came up short.
Mercedes lifts one hand and holds her left thumb and index finger slightly apart in a “this close” gesture to emphasize her point.
Mercedes: I'm anticipating a great match no matter who wins.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I think we both can agree to that. Let's send it back to ringside for more action right here on Climax Control. Belinda, Jason, back to you.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, SCW's own "Hostess With the Mostess" ... miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer as Amanda comes out dressed comically like Lucy Ricardo from the classic sitcom, "I Love Lucy". Along with her is an actor, dressed like the same show's character of Ricky Ricardo, complete with conga drums. The rhythmic song begins to play, as does the performance...
Amanda: They raved about Sloppy Joe
They call me Cuban Pete
Yes sir I'm Cuban Pete
The senoritas, they sing and how they swing with this rumbero
So if you like the beat
Si, senorita, I know that you will like the chicky boom chick
So senorita please
The latin labarrio
But Havana has a new sensation
He's really a modest guy
Although he's the hottest guy in Havana
And here's what he has to say
I'm the king of the rhumba beat
When I play the maracas I go chick chicky boom, chick chicky boom
I'm the craze of my native street
When I start to dance everything goes chick chicky boom
It's very nice, so full of spice
And when they're dancin they bring a happy ring the maraquero
Singin a song, all the day long
Take a lesson from cuban pete,
And I'll teach you to chick chicky boom, chick chicky boom
'Cause it's the dance of latin romance
And Cuban Pete doesn't teach you in a hurry like Authur Murry
You're now in Havana and there's always manyana
Take it easy, do it with ease
And you'll love it when you do the
Chick chicky boom, chick chicky boom
The fans cheer and applaud as "Ricky" snatches "Lucy" by her earlobe and escorts her offstage...
All of the lights in the building slowly fade out, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. Then the voices of little girls is heard over the speakers, reciting;
"'B' is for 'Baby' ... 'F' is for 'Fear'
The screen above the ramp then flickers to life with the image of a music box...
The video ends and are replaced by the ominous melodies of O Fortuna (Carmina Burana). A select stage light ignites over the ramp, illuminating the lone figure standing atop the stage, as stoic and pale as an ivory statue. Poised and ready, brother Grimm raises his head and slowly begins the descent towards the ring, paying no mind to the fans who watch with awe in their eyes as this enigmatic figure passes them, leaving a chill to many a spine in his wake.
Beware for the children ... The evil draws near."
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Other side of Darkness, weighing in at 246 lbs and standing 6 feet 4 inches, please welcome Brother Grimm.
Arriving at ringside, Brother Grimm pauses and casts a sidelong glance at the fans seated at ringside, staring them down until the fans hurriedly break eye contact. Only then does Grimm show the faintest trace of a devilish smirk before he turns back to the ring. Gripping the middle rope with his hand, he hauls himself up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Grimm begins to remove his attire to reveal an ivory-white and muscled upper body adorned with faint scars. He passes his armor and tunic out to the attendant, then turns back, ready to start the match.
Adams: This guy creeps me out.
Simone: Yeah, he has been known to do that on several occasions.
The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in.
I Like big love, black love, white love, your love
Say Hey eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst into cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in a white shorts with matching knee pads and boots. Ben looks around the crowd, his trademark smile on his face. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman
Here we go
Sit back, hold up, open up, just enjoy the show
I Like ice cream, whip cream, nasty dreams
Do you know? Can you feel what I mean?
Oh oh oh oh
Say Hey eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh.
Justin: Making his way down the aisle! From London, England, weighing 220 pounds, welcome back to Sin City Wrestling -- Ben Jordan!
He stands outside the ring, looking up at ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and into the ring through the middle and top rope and spins into the corner, climbing on the top rope and raising his hands. He quickly jumps down and moves towards the center of the ring, looking at his opponent.
Adams: I wonder if Ben is going to be able to focus tonight.
Simone: You think Travis is going to make an appearance.
Adams: Wouldn’t put it past him.
Ben looks at Brother Grimm as he gulps a little. Drew Patton is asking Ben if he wants to actually go through with this match and he nods his head. The bell sounds as Grimm steps out of the corner and walks right up his adversary this week. Ben stands right up to him while looking him into the eyes. Grimm holds his arms out almost asking for Ben to strike him. Ben turns toward the crowd as they start to chant his name. He quickly strikes Grimm with a backhand chop. Nothing seemed to happen as Ben strikes again with another backhand chop.
Adams: Is Grimm even human?
Ben is looking at his hand while Grimm’s chest is starting to get red but he doesn’t seem to feel it. Ben continues to strike Grimm with a clubbing forearm which does manage to knock him back a little. Ben bounces off the ring ropes and looks for a hard clothesline. However Grimm strikes with a boot to the face. Ben falls to the canvas as Grimm’s facial expression hasn’t changed. He grabs Ben by his short hair and lifts him off the canvas. While keeping Ben in his grip, he pulls him into his face before tossing him across the ring with one hand. Ben’s head bounces hard off the canvas as Grimm slowly moves toward him. Ben is grabbing the back of his head while Grimm continues to stalk him.
Simone: What strength from Grimm?
Adams: Yeah, he just tossed Ben like he was a featherweight.
Ben manages to get up onto one knee as Grimm fires a sharp kick into his chest. The force of the kick knocks Ben back a little as Grimm kicks him again. Grimm grabs him by his ears and lifts him off the canvas. As Ben is standing on his feet, Grimm wraps him tightly in a bear hug before shooting him over his own head while bridging his back. Drew Patton quickly drops into position.
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Ben manages to squirm his shoulder out as Grimm keeps his grip around his waist. Grimm continues to apply the pressure while keeping Ben on the ground.
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Adams: What strength by Grimm? Not many people can match Ben in the power department.
Simone: There really isn’t anyone quite like Grimm either.
Adams: Touche
Drew is checking on Ben as he is letting out a lot of grunts. Grimm continues to squeeze his hands together as Ben is trying hard to gasp for air. The crowd is strongly trying to get Ben going again as he struggles to get his feet underneath him. Grimm let’s go for a quick second as he drives a few forearms into the back of Ben. He then places his hand back around Ben while tightening his grip. Ben begins to slam his foot against the canvas as he tries to stand up. Grimm tries to squeeze harder but Ben strikes Grimm with the back of his head.
That must have done something as Grimm’s grip is loosen. Ben finally gets back up to his feet as he stomps hard onto Grimm’s feet before tossing Grimm over with a modified judo throw. Grimm lands awkwardly onto his hip as Ben leans against the ring ropes trying to get his breathing under control.
Simone: If Ben didn’t do that then Grimm would have won.
Adams: This is the first time these two are meeting and it’s already becoming a classic.
Grimm is getting back up to his feet as Ben runs toward him. He leaps over him while grabbing him by the head and driving his face into the canvas. Ben quickly jumps back up to his feet while springing off the second rope and connecting with a moonsault. The tip of his knee smashes right into the spine of Grimm as the crowd is going crazy again. Ben can feel the momentum has shifted over towards him. He bounds off the ropes again while catching Grimm with a low dropkick to the side of his face. Ben gets up to his feet, grabs Grimm by the arm and twirls him into an Oklahoma roll while putting his shoulders against the canvas.
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Grimm kicks as Ben quickly shoots up to his feet. Ben grabs Grimm by the hair and helps back up to his feet. Ben suddenly strikes with multiple forearms into the face of Grimm as he shows off his strength. Ben lifts Grimm up in a gorilla press when “Drop Dead Cynical” strikes up over the speakers. Travis Nathaniel Andrews slowly walks out onto the stage as Ben drops Grimm right onto his face.
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Adams: I was beginning to wonder if he was going to make his appearance.
Simone: Ben Jordan sure spotted him.
Ben locks eyes with Travis as he motions toward him to get inside the ring. Travis slowly walks down the ramp while shaking his head toward his adversary. As Ben is focusing his attention on Travis, Grimm comes up from behind and rams his knee square into his back. The force sends Ben crashing through the ropes down to the arena floor. Ben is grabbing at his back while looking up at the ramp.
Travis is still slowly walking down the ramp as Brother Grimm is all tied up with the referee. Ben is urging for Travis to bring it. Travis continues to shake his head as Ben turns toward a hard clothesline from the returning Ralph Lorenzo.
Simone: Oh what the hell is this?
Adams: I agree get these assholes out of here.
Ralph is standing off to the side as Drew finally turns around to see Ben Jordan down on the ground. Ralph is holding his hands up as Travis has finally made it at ringside. Drew looks conflicted as he starts the count on Ben.
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Ben is starting to stir as Grimm once again spins Drew around and starts arguing with him. As Ben is getting back up to his feet, Travis grabs a Ben by the head and rams him face first into the steel ring post. Travis wipes his hands clean of any involvement as Grimm quickly slides out of the ring. He catches the staggering Ben and tosses him back into the ring. The fans are letting Travis know how they feel as he just smiles.
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Adams: Could this be a sign to come?
Simone: Travis just ruined a classic match.
Grimm slides back into the ring as droplets of blood are falling from the mouth of Ben. Grimm grabs Ben and double underhooks his arms. He then lifts him up while popping his hips and driving Ben down hard onto his back. After he hits the suplex, Grimm floats over and drives his forearm across Ben’s cheek while lying across his chest.
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Ben still kicks out as Grimm glares at Drew. Grimm rubs his face while lifting Ben back up to his feet. He looks directly into Ben’s eyes while spewing spit in his face. As Grimm is talking, Ben strikes with a quick headbutt which staggers Grimm. Ben then strikes with the third backhand chop as Grimm still staggers. As Grimm staggers back toward him, Ben leaps into the air and drives Grimm’s face right across both knees. The suddenness of the move knocks Grimm onto his back as Ben finally sees the opening. He points to the top rope as the crowd goes absolutely crazy. He steps through the ring ropes, slaps the top turnbuckle before climbing up onto it. He is perched up onto the top while waiting for Grimm to get up. Grimm rolls over onto his knees as Ralph runs around the ring and hops up onto the ring apron diagonal from Ben.
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Adams: What is Ralph doing?
Simone: What do you think?
Drew Patton is once again distracted as he is yelling at Ralph to get down off the apron. Ralph is complaining about something as Travis hops up onto the apron beside Ben and shoves him off the top rope. Ben rolls through with the push off as he quickly jumps back up to his feet. This seems to be ill-advised as Grimm kicks him square in the stomach and shoves his head in between his legs. He hooks him around the waist while hoisting him up into the air. Grimm has him in a powerbomb position before grabbing by the head and falling backwards.
Adams: That has to be it.
Simone: It’s a Grimm Reality for Ben
Grimm bridges up as Drew slides into position.
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Drew signals for the bell as Grimm let’s go of Ben.
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Justin: Here is your winner...Brother Grimm
Brother Grimm rolls out of the ring as he makes his way up the ring.
Adams: You better give an assist to Ralph Lorenzo and Travis Andrews
Before Simone could say anything, Travis and Ralph slides into the ring as Drew is trying to hold them off. Travis makes a gesture towards Drew as he quickly gets out of the ring.
Simone: Now what?
Ralph Lorenzo lifts Ben up into a seated position as Travis walks over to grab a microphone. He walks back towards his friend and Ben as he gets down to one knee. He mockingly slaps Ben across the face while lifting the microphone up to his lips.
Travis Andrews: Wakey, wakey Bennie boy. Did you really think I wasn’t going to answer your puny challenge from last week? Yeah, I heard about it after I left the building. You want to know my answer.
Travis motions toward Ralph to lift him up. Travis grabs Ben by his jaw and squeezes a little.
Travis Andrews: Do you want to know my answer Ben?
Travis hands the microphone over to Ralph while hooking Ben in a three quarter facelock before driving the back of his head into the canvas. The crowd is booing like crazy as Travis is on his belly as Ralph hands him the microphone.
Travis Andrews: I’ll see you at December to Dismember. Oh and Ben...DEAL WITH IT.
“Drop Dead Cynical” strikes back up as Travis stands back up to his feet while holding his arms out wide.
Simone: I don’t think Ben expected to get Travis’ answer like this.
Adams: What a statement Travis just made.
The scene opens in the backstage area where Marshall Owens is standing before a black SCW wrestling banner. Off to his side is the backstage interviewer Stoner Scott Oliver who raises the microphone to his mouth.
Oliver: Marshall Owens, for the third week in a row, I have come out here expecting to interview the SCW Internet Champion...
Listening, Marshall simply nods as Scott Oliver continues.
Oliver: And for the third week in a row, I am greeted by you, his attorney slash manager. So, since this is becoming a recurring theme on your client's part, I will direct my questions to you.
That brings a smile to Marshall's face.
Owens: Well Stoner, since I'm the only one here for you to interview, I guess that is the idea. Wouldn't you think?
With the frustration mounting, Stoner is sick and tired of the Mental Rapist avoiding his interview time. But if Marshall Owens is the closest to Sean Jackson he could get, then so be it.
Oliver: Okay, I can still make this work. Last week you gave a warning from your client to Lord Raab, stating that he needed to grow eyes in the back of his head...
Again, Marshall nods.
Owens: Yeah, I said that. What's your point?
Oliver: Well tonight, Lord Raab will be in the ring and he is teaming with his partner Samuel McPherson. So the question is...
Marshall holds his hand up which stops Stoner's question.
Owens: You want to know if my client is here, tonight in Havana?
Stoner nods.
Owens: You want to know if my client has any intentions on making due on his threat?
Again, Stoner nods.
Owens: Well then, I guess you will just have to pay attention to the match now won't you?
Oliver: So basically, you aren't going to answer my question, are you?
Marshall feins being offended.
Owens: Why Scott, I do believe I did answer your question. I informed you to pay close attention to the match, so that means something will either happen or it won't.
With a smug look on his face, the advocate for the SCW Internet Champion lets that last statement linger before crossing his arms and waiting for the next question or statement from Stoner.
Oliver: Okay, lets try this another way. Mark Ward hasn't made it a secret of his hatred for Drake Green. He has gone out of his way to find anyone and everyone to stand against the SCW World Heavyweight Champion...
The smug look changes to intrigue as Marshall listens intently.
Oliver: And considering your client's hatred of all things Drake Green, will we be seeing Sean back with Hot Stuff...
Owens: Whoa...whoa...whoa there Stoner, don't even finish that crap. This isn't about Drake Green, and it sure as hell isn't about what used to be Hot Stuff International.
Marshall shoves a finger in the direction of Scott Oliver.
Owens: Because if it was, the boss wouldn't be putting Lord Raab over my client. If it was, the boss would be blowing up my phone, flooding my e-mail, he would be all over twitter trying to keep my client happy. He would have admonished Synn, he would have given my client the world championship match...
Throwing his head back and taking a deep breath, Marshall then turns to face the camera.
Owens: And he would have fed that piece of crap Raab to Sean Jackson, without giving it a second thought. So in our minds, Mark Ward has made his decision about who he wants to align with, and it sure as hell isn't with us. So maybe there is something to be said about keeping your friends close, and your enemies closer.
He then turns back to Scott Oliver.
Owens: So which side of the war is my client going to be on?
Stoner's eyes go wide.
Owens: I guess you will just have to wait and see, now won't you?
With that, Marshall walks out of the camera view, leaving Stoner on his own as the scene shifts to something else.
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
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 and Lyah Lindberg on his arm, His SCW World Heavyweight Championship belt is draped over his left shoulder. 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.
I am the ghost, that hides in the night
Crowd: ACW! ACW! ACW!
Green, still with a large smile, stands tall in a black “aCw LIVES!” t-shirt and dark jeans. 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: Please welcome to the ring at this time...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, this time raising his belt in the air for all to see.
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 Havana!
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 HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD 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 Cuba, 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 tapping the faceplate of his belt and beginning to pace around the six-sided ring.
Drake: I came out here two weeks ago and laid out a challenge, a challenge to stand up to Mark Ward. I challenge to stand up against what he stands for. I meant every word I said. No more will SCW have to suffer from tyranny. No longer will you have to suffer from a megalomaniac business owner who thinks he’s better than you and thinks that he knows better than you. To that I say shame on him.
He continues to pace and Lyah nods as he talks.
Drake: But the response I got from the SCW locker room was well…underwhelming. It seems to me that most people here are just fine with coming to work and picking up a paycheck. Not bothering themselves with the greater good of what you deserve. And for that, shame on them. I can’t blame everyone…I can only blame Mark Ward. He created this atmosphere. He created this toxic work environment. SCW truly is his baby…
He readjusts his belt a bit.
Drake: But sometimes people just aren’t quite fit to be parents. Some times…society knows better. Some times…some times you don’t get to keep your baby. Mark Ward doesn’t deserve his baby. If I’m being completely honest…sole custody should fall completely to Christian Underwood. Now I know Christian will never see it this way. I know he loves SCW and believes Mark is a crucial piece that keeps this place going. And as a business owner I understand that. He has obligations. He has obligations to board members and shareholders, and investors. Well let me make something clear SCW Universe…
He raises up his belt AND his voice.
Drake: The only obligation I have is to this and to you…MY PEOPLE!
Crowd: POP!
Drake: So I will fight this fight. I will fight it with Casey Williams and Guns For Hire. I will fight it with all of you. I will fight it with this fine ass woman standing next to me. I will fight it alone, standing tall, all by myself if I have to. I will not sleep until the SCW Universe gets what they deserve. I will not rest until Mark Ward gets what he deserves!
Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!
Drake: But my story today doesn’t end with Hot Stuff Mark Ward. You see last week, the very same week when I successfully defended the greatest prize our industry has to offer, someone came out here and proceeded to fill the air with lame and lazy insults and cracks. They came out here and tried to discredit me with their words. They came out here and said they will do anything they want to do because they are better than me.
Crowd: BOO!
Drake: But then they also said they wouldn’t fight me. They stood behind a weak excuse and that was because they wanted to be the longest reigning Roulette Champion in history. Well I have to say to you…Goth.
He hands his belt to Lyah who throws it up on her shoulder.
Drake: You may want to hide behind excuses and phony dreams. You may want to come out here and try to discredit me only to run backstage and quickly try and book yourself in another match to hopelessly try to avoid the backlash your words will bring to you. The truth is Goth…your mouth just wrote a check that I’m gonna cash by kicking your teeth down your throat.
Crowd: POP!
Drake: You want to be the longest reigning Roulette Champion? Fine… You want to make challenges…here’s one for you. I challenge you. To a CHAMPION vs CHAMPION match at December 2 Dismember. Winner walks out with both belts. You can still be the longest reigning Roulette Champion Goth…you just have to beat me to do it.
He drops the microphone as “Diamond Eyes” begins to play again. Lyah hands him back his belt as he climbs the turnbuckle one final time, raising the belt high above the crowd as the camera cuts out.
The scene cuts backstage to Ms. Rocky Mountains, holding the microphone with a smile on her face.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest, One of SCW’s resident superheroes, Roxi Johnson!
Roxi walks into frame, a slight smile on her face.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Roxi, last week you were brutally attacked by Twisted Sister, And the SCW faithful would like an update on your condition.
Roxi sighs and runs her fingers through her hair.
Roxi: Well, I have good news, and bad news. The bad news is, as most of you saw, getting clocked in the head with a chain on a weekly basis is no way to go through life. Not only did that chain crack me open like an egg, it required 2 staples to close.
Roxi shows off the staple through her hairline.
Roxi: I was knocked loopy, no question. And I had to complete a concussion protocol. So, fortunately I am not scheduled to compete this week, otherwise, I would indeed, have to withdraw from the tournament. But, that’s the bad news. The good news is, I will be competing in the tournament still. I have finished the concussion protocol, and the SCW trainers and doctors have officially cleared me to wrestle as soon as next week!
Roxi smiles a little bigger and places a hand on Ms. Rocky Mountain’s shoulder.
Roxi: Now, I don’t remember much about last week, but I just wanna take this time to acknowledge the fans, the friends, and family who have stood by me this week, making sure I was okay, checking on me and all that. I truly do appreciate all that people have done for me, and all the love I get from my friends and fans. I will do my best to make you proud in this tournament!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well thank you Roxi, we are glad to hear you are well, and wish you the best!
Roxi: Thanks. See you guys soon!
Roxi walks away from Ms. Rocky Mountains as the show resumes.
Monster and Animal I Have Become (mash up) by Skillet and Three Days Grace play over the sound system as Samuel McPherson, Goth and Lord Raab come through the curtain with Henry Losak and Sapphira behind them as Goth and Sapphira share a kiss before they walk side by side together to the ring, ignoring the fans as they step over the top rope together while Henry and Sapphira goes through the middle rope. Raab, Samuel and Goth do a holdup in the ring with the fans booing on them as Henry and Sapphira step out of the ring with Raab, Samuel and Goth stand in the ring waiting for the match to start.
Justin: Currently in the ring with a combined weight of 510 pounds!! They are the team of Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson!!! The Monstimals!!!
“The End” By Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, a spotlight shines upon the entrance as Landon and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers, they smile broadly as they walk down the aisle and walk to the ring steps and climb them and stand on the ring apron. Absorbing the atmosphere for a moment before stepping through the ropes, walking over to the furthest turnbuckles and climb up to the second rope, both men acknowledges the crowd by pounding their chest and lifting their arms up. The music plays as the referee checks their books waist and knuckles for foreign objects before it fades away
Justin: Currently in the ring are their opponents with a combined weight of 516 pounds!! They are the current SCW tag team champions!! Landon Axel and Ethan Brody!!! Guns For Hire!!!
Simone: This is going to be interesting, two men that stand for ACW and two giant monsters, who have been on a quest for a long time to become tag team champions. And now they are facing the current title holders in a non title match.
Adams: Could you believe the impact of it all?? If Samuel and Raab would be victorious in their first ever tag team match??
Simone: Yeah, plus this will be the first ever appearance of Samuel McPherson in any match!!!
Samuel is listening to Henry on the outside as he is giving instructions to him, Raab and Samuel are looking at each other as Raab gives him the nod. Raab steps through the ropes as we watch Samuel start the match against the veteran Brody. Samuel looks at Brody as he turns his head sideways as he keeps his eyes locked on Brody. Holly Wood tells the two men to get it on as Samuel stares at her with his eye cold look on his face. Causing Holly Wood to back up a little bit. This gives Brody the opportunity to take an advantage of an opportunity that was given to him. Charging in on Samuel as he uses his wrestling ability to lock the arm of Samuel in an Hammerlock and grind the arm backwards behind the back of the big monster. Samuel tries to elbow behind his back to cause Brody to break the hold but the veteran is beyond the reach.
Simone: Good positioning from the champion.
Suddenly Samuel manages to walk towards his tag team partner as he drags the weight of Brody with him as he holds on to his arm. Brody drives series of elbows into the shoulder as this causes Samuel to stop and somehow manages to reverse the hold as he now stands behind Brody. Causing the champion to be in disbelieve before Samuel pushes him into his corner. There Lord Raab punches Brody in the face before being caught from behind by Samuel who drops Brody with a Overhead released German Suplex. He sits up as he tags in Raab as the two men grab Brody and whip him in the ropes and level him with a double clothesline before Samuel gets out of the ring.
Adams: So far good tag team work from the Monstimals
Lord Raab picks up Brody and sets him up as he whips him in the ropes and goes for a Back body drop and executes it to perfection as that causes Brody to hit on the canvas on his hip. There Raab puts Brody in a nerve hold and put all of his weight on top of his shoulders as Brody desperately tries to get to his feet and fight the pressure as Landon looks on and encourages his tag team partner on. Brody slowly manages to get to his feet as Raab suddenly lets go and delivers series of headbutts in the back of Brody his neck before tagging back in Samuel as they both grab Brody by the throat and deliver a double clothesline before Samuel goes for the cover.
Holly Wood: One!!! Two!!
Landon comes in, but stops as he sees that his partner manages to get his shoulder up in time. But this causes Holly Wood to be distracted as she is now trying to get Landon out of the ring, giving the Monstimals the opportunity to double team his tag team partner. Samuel hoists up Brody in a Powerbomb position as Raab goes for a Neckbreaker and drops Brody hard on the canvas as Samuel covers Brody.
Simone: Will this be it???
Holly Wood: One! Two!!
This time it is Landon that breaks up the count and attacks Samuel as he starts to pound away on the 6’6 monster. Trying to rip the mask off of his face as Samuel uses his strength to push Landon in the ropes. Getting to his feet as Landon comes off the ropes with a flying forearm that staggers Samuel a little bit. Samuel quickly runs to the outside before Holly would start the five count on him as he wasn’t the legal man, but hoping that it would give Brody some time to recuperate and make the very important tag to him. Samuel shakes it off and grabs the leg off Brody as he starts to drag him towards his corner as he is about to tag in Raab. Raab comes in and runs to the ropes and is about to go for the elbow drop as Samuel has already let go off Brody. This gives Brody the chance to roll out of the way as Raab hits the canvas hard. Brody is slowly trying to find his way towards his tag team partner who is extending his arm to the fullest in the hope to aid his partner. Raab gets up and grabs the leg of Brody as he tries to pull him back, but Brody manages to turn around and kick Raab in the face before managing to get that final jump to his partner and tag in Landon.
Simone: HERE WE Go!!!
Landon charges in on Raab and hits several forearms to the side of the head before going for an Irish Whip that Raab reverses. Landon ducks a clothesline and hits Raab with a flying clothesline of his own. There he turns around and ducks a big boot from Samuel before going for a Neckbreaker and dropping the member of the Monstimals. H turns his attention back to Raab as the former world champion comes charging in on him and Landon grabs him by the arm and drops him hard as he locks him in an single arm grapevine. Driving his knee in the shoulder blade of Raab and pulls back on the arm and tries to hyper extend it.
Adams: The table surely has changed at this moment, let’s see whether Landon can keep the big monster down!!!
Raab puts his free hand on the canvas as he tries to push himself off the canvas, trying to put some off the pressure off of his upper body as he tries to get to a vertical position. But Landon keeps the grip tight on the arm as he sees the big monster slowly getting back to his knees. Raab grabs the hair of Landon, causing Holly Wood to warn him for the illegal use of hair before Raab manages to get to his feel slowly. Pushing Landon in the ropes, forcing Holly Wood to tell Landon to let go off the hold. Raab then turns sideways and drives his good arm in the face of Landon several times before grabbing him by the face and Slams him into the center of the ring before tagging back in Samuel.
Simone: Uh oh, this isn’t the sight that you want to see when you turn around and stare into that man’s face!!!
Adams: As if Raab is a pretty sight!!
Simone: True, but with Samuel you got someone that wants to prove himself.
Landon staggers backwards as he wants to keep some space between him and the big man, as Samuel grabs his arm and pulls him back to his feet. He whips him in the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Landon ducks as he tags in Brody out of sight from Samuel. He then jumps upwards towards Samuel, who catches him and drops him hard across his knee. He goes for the cover, but gets grabbed from behind by Brody who starts to pound away on Samuel. He tries to scoop him up over his shoulders for a slam, but Samuel manages to shift his weight and free himself and lands behind Brody. He there grabs Brody from behind and delivers a reversed Neckbreaker. Dropping the powerhouse of the tag team champions as he signals for the end to be near. He lifts Brody up and slams him down hard before tagging in Lord Raab. He then lifts Brody up in a choke hold position as Raab jumps up and delivers a Backstabber when Samuel was in a motion to drop Brody.
Adams: Wow!!!
Simone: Monstimal’s Kill!!!
Raab goes for the cover as Samuel charges in on Landon who tries to safe his tag team partner. But gets booted in the face by Samuel
Holly Wood: One!! Two!! Three!!!
The music from the Monstimals hit as Raab gets to his feet and looks down upon Brody as Samuel does the same towards Landon. Holly Wood reluctantly grabs the arm of Raab and Samuel to award them the victory.
Justin: The winners of this match!! Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson!!! The Monstimal’s!!!!
Goth, Henry and Sapphira all enter the ring as they stand together with their fellow Monstimal members as they successfully destroyed the tag team champions
Mikah is seen walking towards the area where she would walk out to the ring for her match. She is then stopped by Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mikah, I know you declined to speak with Pussy Willow but I was hoping to get a few questions with you.
Mikah rolls her eyes and adjusts her championship on her shoulder.
Mikah: You may ask two questions. And that's all.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay. So, your match is literally just minutes away, what are you feeling right now?
Mikah sighs before rolling her eyes.
Mikah: Right now I'm slightly irritated that you think that you can ask me such a stupid question when I only gave you two questions to ask. I'm sure you expect the usual answer of nervous and such but in reality, I'm just ready to prove once again that I'm the best there is.
An arrogant, confident smirk crosses her face, looking to the interviewer once more.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Right. If you lose. What will be your plan of action?
Mikah let's a laugh roll off of her tongue.
Mikah: I don't know because I haven't thought about it. I will most likely go back to New York City and go on like normal. But realistically, it's not going to happen. I plan on winning and winning again. And again. So, you can shut up about those stupid hypothetical questions. And now you've asked your two allotted questions so you may leave. I have a match to win.
She pushes past Rocky and heads to the curtain to get ready for her match
Justin: Ladies and gentleman it is now time for our main event of the evening and it is for the SCW World Bombshell Championship!
Crowd: POP!
"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.
Justin: Introducing first is the challenger…Weighing in one hundred and fifteen pounds, residing in Los Angeles, California…Crystal Hilton!!!
The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out.
The arena then fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp.
Justin: Introducing next…Making her way to the ring…Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, from New York City…She is the reigning SCW World Bombshell Champion…MIKAH!!
She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.
She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle. Jasmine holds the World Bombshell Champion above her as Mikah and Crystal stare at one another. Jasmine walks the title over to the timekeeper and calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
After the bell rings, Mikah stares at Crystal with a confident smirk on her face. The two women circle around the ring, eyes locked on one another and Mikah does a little hand motion daring Crystal to come at her. Crystal says a few words to her before she charges at Mikah, and Mikah acts as if she is going to do the same to Crystal. However, just when the two appear to go for the lock up, Mikah backs away quickly, mocking Crystal with a laugh.
Simone: And there is that Mikah attitude that we all—
Adams: Love to hate! Right?
Simone: Thank you for interrupting me, but I guess that was close enough to what I was going to say. You sugar coated it a bit, though.
Mikah leans against the ropes with an arrogant smile as Jasmine warns Mikah not to joke around. Mikah rolls her eyes and “shoos” Jasmine away before she and Crystal once again circle around the ring. Crystal is pumped up and ready to go shouting at Mikah. The two approach one another and again, just as they are going to go for the lock up, Mikah backs away with a laugh! This time, however, Crystal catches the World Bombshell Champion off guard as she SLAPS the taste right out of her mouth, sending Mikah right on her backside!
Simone: Wow! Good for Crystal!
Adams: Or it may be bad, Belinda! Payback is a major B-word!
Simone: B-word?
Adams: Kids are watching, Belinda. I can’t exactly be throwing around the word bitch all…Oops.
Crystal is shouting at Mikah as Mikah is holding her cheek, but Crystal doesn’t give Mikah a chance to recover. She rushes over to the champion, jumping on top of her before she goes absolutely WILD with a series of hard right shots to Mikah’s skull, showing the champion just what she is made of! She nearly loses control until Jasmine has to pull her off of Mikah and Mikah rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring as the crowd is roaring with approval!
Simone: It’s no secret that Mikah is very full of herself and doesn’t think a single bombshell has what it takes to knock her off that pedestal she has put herself on.
Adams: I think she just got a taste of how wrong she is, and I don’t think she likes it!
As Mikah is on her knees on the outside, still holding her cheek, Crystal exits the ring just on the other side. She keeps her eye on Mikah and rushes around the ring towards her, but when she gets to Mikah, Mikah quickly gets back to her feet and takes Crystal down with a clothesline!
Adams: She was playing possum! Tricky! Tricky!
Mikah reaches down and pulls Crystal up by her hair, keeping a hold of it. She then grabs the back of Crystal’s tights and then throws her back in the ring under the bottom rope as Jasmine is ordering her to get back in the ring. Mikah follows suit a few seconds later as she heads over to Crystal who is still down on the canvas. She leans down and smacks Crystal in the face a few times, but Crystal fights back and tries to sit up! Mikah stops her immediately with a kick to the chest and then reaches down, and uses both hands to pull Crystal back to her feet.
Adams: What did I tell you, Belinda? Love her or hate her, Mikah’s attitude gets her a long way!
Simone: One of these days it’ll be her downfall, and I wouldn’t count Crystal out of this one just yet.
Mikah holds Crystal by a handful of her hair as she places her right foot over Crystal’s left and then takes Crystal down to the canvas with a nasty faceplant! Crystal’s face bounces off the canvas and she brings her hand over her mouth and nose as Mikah just smiles arrogantly once again before she rolls Crystal over, pinning her shoulders to the mat and Jasmine drops down!
1..
2..Crystal kicks out!
Simone: First pinfall attempt of the match didn’t quite work out how Mikah had hoped. Need to work a little harder than that I’m afraid.
Adams: Both women are working very hard…I love when the bombshells are the main event!
Mikah gets back to her feet again, pulling Crystal back with her. However, when Crystal is on her knees, she starts fighting back, with a fist to Mikah’s midsection! It doesn’t effect Mikah nearly enough, however, as she takes a hold of Crystal’s head with both hands and shoving her forward, face first to the canvas again! Mikah doesn’t let up on the challenger as she reaches down again, pulling Crystal back to her feet! She holds her steady in front of her for a moment before she delivers a hard right shot to the jaw sending Crystal stumbling back! Mikah grabs her, wrapping her arms around her midsection and then lifting her up! She swings Crystal’s body around before dropping her down in a backbreaker!
Simone: That was a slightly different backbreaker than we’ve seen before.
Adams: And it looks to have been effective!
Mikah rolls Crystal on to her back once again, pinning her shoulders to the mat as Jasmine drops down again!
1..
2...
3-NO! Crystal kicks out! Mikah still refuses to let up as she rolls Crystal back over on to her stomach before she crouches over, pulls her head back by her hair and locks in a chin lock! Jasmine asks Crystal if she wishes to submit but Crystal shakes her head furiously, refusing to give up!
Simone: Crystal is fighting with everything she has. She wants the World Bombshell Championship more than anything right now!
Adams: And she’s proving she deserves it but Mikah is one tough cookie to take down!
The crowd starts getting louder, cheering on Crystal and eventually, Crystal is able to push herself back to her knees, with Mikah still crouched over her back in the chin lock! Even when Both women are back to their feet, Mikah keeps the chin lock locked in but Crystal does everything she can to get the hold broken! She forcefully backs Mikah into one of the corner turnbuckles finally causing her to release the chin lock and Crystal takes a few steps forward, trying to regain her composure. Mikah rushes back at her, but Crystal starts fighting back, taking Mikah down with a clothesline!
Simone: Crystal fighting her way back!
Mikah quickly gets back to her feet but she’s immediately taken down with another clothesline! Crystal reaches down and pulls Mikah back up, attempting to go for a knee to the face, but Mikah fights back with a shot to the midsection! She backs Crystal against the ropes before taking her by the arm and pulling her forward, before she whips her into one of the corner turnbuckles! Crystal’s back bounces off the turnbuckle and Mikah charges at her, but Crystal gets an elbow up right into Mikah’s face!
Adams: If Crystal keeps fighting like this we may just see an upset tonight!
Simone: I don’t think it would be much of an upset, Jason. She’s proving she has the heart of a champion right now.
Mikah stumbles back holding her face, but she dusts herself off quickly. Crystal jumps up to the second rope, but is forced to switch her thinking as Mikah charges at her. She leaps off the second rope and over Mikah, but when she lands awkwardly on her ankle as she collapses to the mat, holding her ankle! Jasmine checks on her, but Mikah doesn’t seem to care that Crystal could be hurt as she walks right back over to Crystal. Just when she is about to reach down and pull Crystal to her feet, Crystal pulls Mikah down into a tight inside cradle and Mikah’s shoulders are down!
1..
2..
3-NO! Mikah kicks out just before the three count, rolling away from the challenger with a horrified look on her face. Crystal has gotten back to her feet with a smile as the two engage in a stare down.
Simone: Crystal turning the tables on Mikah, faking an injury!
Adams: Smart move! That almost cost Mikah the championship!
Mikah gets back to her feet, glaring at Crystal, trashing talking a bit. She approaches Crystal and puts her hand right in Crystal’s face SHOVING her away! The crowd does an audible “OOOH” as Crystal keeps her head to the side before she s-l-o-w-l-y looks back to Mikah with a new found fury in her eyes. Mikah just smiles with a roll of her eyes but as soon as she takes her eyes off of Crystal, Crystal charges at her, tackling her to the canvas! She slams her head into the canvas a few times or good measure before she gets back to her feet with the crowd now riled up and going wild!
Simone: Who lit that fire under Crystal?! She’s fighting back with a determine ferocity, Jason!
Crystal reaches down and pulls Mikah back to her feet by her hair but she spins Mikah around, sending her flying across the ring in a hair pull toss! She quickly charges back over to Mikah, repeating the process once more and when Mikah is on her back, holding her head and trying to recover, Crystal leaps at the ropes and rebounds back with a springboard moonsault to the champion and she hooks the leg!
1..
2..Mikah gets her shoulder up!
Crystal slams her fists against the canvas in frustration as she gets back to her feet. She signals she’s going to go for her finisher and end this here and now as the crowd is roaring with approval! As she approaches Mikah once again, she’s going to lock in the Withering Rose but Mikah counters and suddenly pulls Crystal down into the triple choke hold!
Simone: Cupid’s Chokehold! She’s got the Cupids Chokehold locked in!
Adams: But Crystal is trying to fight her way out of it!
Crystal is doing everything she can to fight out of the hold, but Mikah only increases the pressure locked in! Mikah is grinning as she keeps the hold locked in and Crystal ultimately has no choice but to tap out and Jasmine calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner and STILL SCW World Bombshell Champion…MIKAH!!!Mikah immediately releases the hold as her music starts to play and Jasmine walks over to her with the World Bombshell Title. Mikah is on her knees and she snaps her fingers, ordering Jasmine to hand over her title. Jasmine does so and when she goes to raise Mikah’s hand, Mikah yanks it away, only to get back to her feet and raise her own hand, holding the title high above her with that always present arrogant smile. She looks down to Crystal only for a moment before she rolls her eyes and heads out of the ring.
Thank you! To Chris ... Maggie ... Gerrit ... Dustin ... Crystal Hilton ... Amy Marshall ... Connor Murphy ... Mercedes Vargas ... Roxi Johnson ... Lord Raab ... Casey Williams ... Drake Green ... Lyah Lindberg ... Simon Jones ... Mikah ... Andrew Watts ... Wyatt Peterson ... Sean Jackson ... and forgive me for not using everyone's real names. THANKS ONE AND ALL!