Climax Control Results

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Polifórum Benito Juárez, in Cancun, Mexico. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites. The energy is at an obvious fever pitch when Justin Decent, standing inside of the ring alongside famed Mexican singer, Danna Paola.

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 Polifórum Benito Juárez, Cancun, Mexico for Climax Control!

The fans in attendance cheer!

Justin: Now to sing the Mexican National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Danna Paola!

The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Mexican recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to her and as the music begins to play, Danna Paola opens the show...

Danna Paola: Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
el acero aprestad y el bridón.
Y retiemble en sus centros la Tierra,
al sonoro rugir de el cañón.
Y retiemble en sus centros la Tierra,
al sonoro rugir de el cañón!

Ciña ¡oh Patria! tus sienes de oliva
de la paz el arcángel divino,
que en el cielo tu eterno destino
por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Mas si osare un extraño enemigo
profanar con su planta tu suelo,
piensa ¡oh Patria querida! que el cielo
un soldado en cada hijo te dio.

¡Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente
De la patria manchar los blasones!
¡Guerra, guerra! Los patrios pendones
En las olas de sangre empapad.
¡Guerra, guerra! En el monte, en el valle
Los cañones horrísonos truenen,
Y los ecos sonoros resuenen
Con las voces de ¡Unión! ¡Libertad!

Antes, patria, que inermes tus hijos
Bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,
Tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen,
Sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Y tus templos, palacios y torres
Se derrumben con hórrido estruendo,
Y sus ruinas existan diciendo:
De mil héroes la patria aquí fue.

¡Patria! ¡Patria! Tus hijos te juran
Exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
Si el clarín con su bélico acento
los convoca a lidiar con valor.
¡Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!
¡Un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
¡Un laurel para ti de victoria!
¡Un sepulcro para ellos de honor!

The song ends and the crowd cheers! Danna Paola smiles and takes a bow before she 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 last edition of Climax Control...

Adams: WHAT!?

Simone: Of the year, Jason. The last Climax Control of 2015.

Adams: Oh thank god! I thought for a second I was going to have to find a new job! Maybe get one of those cool jobs standing in store windows like I see every time I go to the mall.

Simone: .....

Adams: Warn me next time, okay?

Simone: I'll remember that. Anyway, I am Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I may have to use that hand dryer in the men's room because I almost wet me shorts.

Simone: We are just two weeks away from the grand finale of the SCW World Tour in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada and the third annual holiday spectacular, December 2 Dismember III!

Adams: Yeah I can't wait! But I'm a little disappointed about tonight.

Simone: Why?

Adams: Our opening match got canceled! SCW's first Japanese wrestler and we don't get to see him!

Simone: That's right, as both he and his scheduled opponent, CJ Sharpe, had travel issues so their match has been canceled. Perhaps we'll see them tangle another time but we have plenty of action in store for everyone tonight.

Adams: But we are going to get to see another newcomer! Chris Shields is debuting but MAN do I pity that guy!

Simone: I think a lot of people are feeling for this 'pretty boy' Superstar as the powers-that-be have decided to sic, of all people, the "Freight Train of Pain" Casey Williams, on him.

Adams: I hope Chris negotiated some medical insurance in his contract because he may need it!

Simone: The Bombshells are up next as one of the up-and-coming young women, 'The Siren' Kate Steele, takes on 2015's Woman of the Year in Amy Marshall.

Adams: Amy's been down on herself a bit lately but she's one of the greats!

Simone: She is indeed and is going to give Kate a real run for her money, but if 'the Siren' can pull this one off, it'll be a real feather in her cap.

Adams: The same could be said for when Gavin Stephens wrestles Simon Jones! That match is next!

Simone: Indeed it'll be Gavin's biggest test to date since his return as Simon is a former two-time World Heavyweight Champion.

Adams: And if Gavin beats Simon, the bosses will have to reward him with a title shot... or a big push ... or one of those Hickory farms meat and cheese platters I saw at the mall!

Simone: I think you've been spending too much time at the mall, Jason.

Adams: I was just Black Friday shopping!

Simone: And obviously taking one too many shots to the head in big sale brawls. Up next is a preview of things to come as at December 2 Dismember, the Guns For Hire will put their World Tag Team Championship on the line against the Nobodies. Tonight, one member from each tam will meet one on one to see who goes into Canada with momentum on their side.

Adams: Tim Staggs versus Landon Axel! Wow! And their tag partners will be in their corners, too!

Simone: Which will only add to the excitement that will be generated by all four wrestlers and the fans.

Adams: Oh! Oh! Then we finally get to figure out who will be challenging Mikah for the World Bombshell Championship!

Simone: Indeed as it is the finals of the Going For the Gold tournament! It's the Roulette Champion Melanie Gabrielle taking on one-half of the World Tag Champions, Roxi Johnson, and rounding things out, the rookie sensation Sam Marlowe!

Adams: It's Sam's biggest match ever in SCW, facing two birds who are more experienced and both have titles to call their own!

Simone: And they may move on to possibly hold another title in two weeks, and you KNOW Mikah is paying close attention to this one! Then it's main event time!

Adams: We don't have mixed tag matches too often but when we do, BOY are they a doozy!

Simone: Indeed as we have learned, it'll be title versus title at December 2 Dismember when World Champion Drake Green faces Roulette Champion Goth, but in this match we are going to get a small preview of what's to come, and things get even more interesting when the women get involved.

Adams: Yeah because it was only natural that Drake's partner would be his girlfriend Lyah Lindberg, but Goth's partner? Alexis Edwards!?

Simone: We've seen the tension rising in recent weeks between the Bombshell Internet Champion, Alexis, and the rookie Lyah. Tonight they are being given the opportunity to get their claws into one another.

Adams: This is going to be great!

Casey Williams backstage, leaning against the wall, and looking casual while getting ready for his match with Chris Shields tonight at Insomnia. He leans forward and looks at the camera man, wanting to call out Chris.

Casey: Chris, you may think you are going to defeat me…Don’t make me laugh, where it will be me dominating you, throwing you around the ring, and making you less pretty than you think you are, and prove to the world that I am not hiding in the shadow of the rest of the members of ACW, much to the chagrin of J2H.

Casey cackles, and smiles as he turns his attention to J2H

Casey: J2H, you can talk about me being used as a punching bag by Drake Green and Guns for Hires’ opponents all you want, but the reality is that I am doing what I feel is right, and making sure they remain champion, while biding my time until I get my title opportunity and will capitalize upon the moment, securing ACW’s dominance in SCW.

Casey walks away, looking confident in himself as the scene fades to black.

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

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

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 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.

Amy then continues down the ramp, slapping the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she takes off the mask and grabs a mic and moves to the centre of the ring and raises the mic to her lips.

Amy: “This year has been pretty crazy, Sin City Wrestling has been touring the world and has gone to some pretty amazing places. I’ve won the bombshell title, I’ve held the tag team titles, I’ve won the internet championship twice and in the process I became the first ever grand slam champion of this company for both divisions. I have had many great matches this year. But there have been many lows, which include obviously losing those titles and some personal lows.

However, I am not out here to reflect on that, I am out here to say thank you to everyone. From you fans.”

The crowd cheers.

Amy: “To everyone in the back.”

The crowd cheer again, as Amy smiles and looks around and nods in appreciation before raising the mic once more.

Amy: “The thing is… this will be my final climax control for a little while, I will be taking an extended leave of absence after the supercard. But this me reiterate this… this is not a goodbye nor retirement… it’s just a break.

So tonight will be business as usual as I face off against Kate Steele later on this evening, and sadly for her, her mind games just suck. Kate, tell me something I don’t already know? I know that I’m not the most consistent person with my career being a mixed bag of wins and losses and I know that when it comes to defending titles… I just suck.

But don’t ever question my determination and commitment when it comes to defending titles, I work damn hard inside the gym and inside the ring, I put my heart into defending my titles, but at the end of the day, my opponents just have that edge and drive, that I cannot deliver.

But if I was you Kate, I would focus on actually wrestling and winning and not how I defend my titles, or how old I am… but I wish you luck Kate because you are going to need it.”

Amy drops the mic, as the boogieman by The Hellfreaks hits over the pa as Amy smiles before climbing out of the ring and makes her way to the back to prepare for her match shortly.

Justin: The next match is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… from Nashua, NH… he is Casey Williams…

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: And his opponent, hailing from Dallas, Texas… he is Chris Shields

The lights dim a little bit before Big Data's "Business of Emotion" begins and the lights start flashing along to the beat, alternating between pink, blue, green, and orange. When the chorus starts, a burst of white pyro hits the stage and some fog rises up, with Shields right there. He struts down to the ring, high fiving a few fans along the way before he gets to the ring, hops up on the ring apron, then goes over the top rope with a sommersault. He rolls to the middle of the ring, pops up to a knee and stretches his arms out as pink, blue, green, and orange streams come flooding in all around him.

Jasmine checks both men for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…

DING DING DING

The bell rings and Williams and Shields briefly circle the ring, as Williams goes to move in for a lock up, but Shields ducks and as Williams turns, Shields delivers a couple of chops the chest of Williams before pushing Williams against the ropes and goes to whip him, but Williams counters and uses his massive weight advantage and to whip Shields into the ropes and as Shields comes back Williams hits a big boot the face of Shields.

Adams: Shields won’t be feeling pretty after that boot.

Simone: Nobody feels that after way after eating leather.

Shields rolls around on the mat holding his face, however, before he can recover, Williams heads over to him and grabs him by the hair, pulling him up and throws him into the turnbuckle, where he begins to punch Shields over and over, as the ref shouts at Williams to stop but ignores it and continue to punch him.

Simone: Casey isn’t giving Chris Shields a break here.

Williams then drags Shields from the corner and takes him down, before following it up with a running dropkick to the face of Shields once again, who again holds his face and begins to roll around, however, before he again do anything else, Williams pins him.

Adams: Wow… don’t usually see Williams busting out a dropkick, but again going for Shields most prized asset.

1…

2…

Kickout…

Simone: Early attempt at a pin, but Williams needs to work harder.

Williams shakes his head, but he is back on Shields and picks him up once more by the hair, where he then grabs Shields by the tights and lifts him up and holds him in place for a good 15 seconds, but Shields wiggles free and lands on his feet behind Williams, where he then leaps up hits a double knee backbreaker.

Adams: Utter show of strength by Williams, but Shields somehow escaped that and hit a backbreaker.

Williams lays on the mat holding his back, while Shields retreats to the corner and check his face for blood, as he calls the ref over to ask if his looks have been ruined, but the ref just brushes him off and tells him to get on with it.

Simone: Your features are fine… just wrestle.

Shields shakes his head, as he walks over to Williams and delivers a few stomps to the body of Williams, before hitting an elbow to the chest of Williams before standing back up and grabbing the legs of Williams and tying them up and completes the move by grabbing his face for the Beauty Mark (Crossed Leg STF) and cranks back.

Adams: Shields now has the upper hand, but has to keep Williams grounded.

Williams screams out in pain, as he tries to fight out of the move with his free hands, but quickly realises that he is close to the ropes and claws at the mat and finally reaches the ropes and grabs them, which the ref tells Shields to let go, which he does so and unhooks his legs and moves away.

Simone: Casey showing great ring awareness and manages to grab the ropes.

Shields quickly moves back in and once more begins to stomp on Williams, but this time on his legs as he focuses on keeping Williams down, Shields then grabs one of Williams legs and follows it up with an elbow drop on knee, which Williams screams out, as Shields keeps hold of Williams leg, he pushes his elbow hard into his knee, while contorting it into an awkward angle.

Adams: Shields has the right idea.

Simone: Oh definitely and it certainly slows Casey down, especially if he contorts it in that angle. Could easily tear ligaments.

Williams tries to reach out to the ropes to break the hold, but it too far away and instead he begins to fight his way out, by grabbing Shields hair and pulling him back and throwing some punches, which forces Shields to break the hold, as Williams uses his free and uninjured leg to kick Shields away.

Adams: Williams not down and quite out.

Williams then rolls himself to the ropes and grabs them and begins to use them to hoist himself up, as Shields approaches Williams and helps him to his feet, where he delivers a few punches to the face of Williams, before grabbing his hands and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows up with a dropkick and as Williams stumbles out, Shields lines up Williams for a Springboard heel kick, but Williams ducks and Shields crashes to the mat.

Simone: Ouch!

Adams: That wasn’t pretty.

Williams falls to his knees for a moment shaking off the cobwebs from the dropkick, as he crawls to Shields and grabs his head and begin to punch and head butt him a few times to keep him down before sliding himself out of the ring, where he tries to will some life back into his leg as well as recovering from that dropkick.

Simone: Shields and Williams both taking time here to recover.

Meanwhile Shields, who is still inside the ring rubs his head and face from the punch and head butt, before looking around to see where Williams is, before making his way to his feet and climbs out of the ropes away from Williams before quickly making his way round before leaping at Williams and hitting a hurricanrana, however, Williams catches him and promptly powerbombs him to the mat.

Adams: High risk moves never really work against big guys… but holy crap that looks vicious.

Simone: Chris isn’t going to recover from that.

Chris lays on the mat motionless, as Williams climbs into the ring and then back out breaking the Jasmine’s count, as he picks up Shields and leans him against ring apron, where he delivers a few chops to his chest, before picking him up and rolling him back into the ring. Where he goes for a pin…

1…

2…

2.5 kickout…

Adams: Close but no cigar.

Simone: Shields was very lucky there.

Shields barely kicks out, much to Williams surprise as he checks with Jasmine St. John, who says it was two half, but instead of arguing his attempts another pin.

1…

2…

Kickout…

Adams: I think Shields is a bit more with it now, but again kicks out,

Only two this time, Williams shakes his head and gingerly gets to his feet, where he grabs Shields by the hair and pulls him to his feet once more and places him between his legs and lifts him up and goes to hit the Broken Soul, however, as Shields sits on Williams shoulders for that brief moment, he grabs Williams head and begins to punch him over and over before managing to hit a hurricanrana.

Simone: Williams was about to finish him, and Shields manages to fight out of it and hit a hurricanrana.

Adams: It’s a great counter by him.

Instead of pinning Williams, he quickly rolls Williams onto his bell and pull him to the centre of the ring, where he once again tries for the Beauty Mark (Cross Legged STF) and locks it in. Williams tries to fight out of it but has no choice but to tap out.

Adams: Shields has made Williams tap out.

Simone: Quite an upset that.

Justin: Winner of this match via submission Chris Shields.

Shields lets go of the hold and slowly makes his way to his feet, as Jasmine raises his arm in victory as his music plays over the p.a

The cameras cut to the backstage area, panning around as if we are looking to find someone, and we do. We begin to follow the back of someone, a familiar looking back, dressed in a pair of black Diesel jeans, a pair of black leather boots and a black tank-top, all black, that’s different, but still interesting. We cut a corner as we come to a locker room door, the nameplate reads “Andrew Watts.” Watts nods his head, placing his hand on the door knob, and throwing the door open as he takes a step into his locker room.

Andrew Watts: Home sweet mother fucking home, a-k-a a locker room, nice...

Before Watts can take another step into his room he is quickly interrupted by a backstage worker who approaches him from behind...

Backstage Worker: Mr. Watts!? Mr. Watts?!

Watts shakes his head, not liking the fact that he was interrupted just as he entered his locker room. Watts slowly turns around, an annoyed look on his face as he stares towards the worker, he doesn’t say a word, just stares.

Backstage Worker: I have a piece of mail for you Mr. Watts, here you go...

The worker hands Watts an envelope and quickly scrambles off. Watts shakes his head as he slams the door shut and enters the room, sliding his finger across the top of the envelope as he rips the top part of it open.

Andrew Watts: What the fuck is this even?

Watts exhales with a look of annoyance, pulling the letter out of the envelope and unfolding it, he begins to read...

Andrew Watts: Senor Andrew Watts… On behalf of the National Theater of Costa Rica in San Jose, Costa Rica where the previous Climax Control took place, we are sorry to inform you that we must bill you for the damages in which you caused to our arena. If the damages are not paid for by the 10th of December of the year 2015 we will be forced to take legal action against you. Below is the number and amount due... what the fuck?! 24,550 dollars? Are they fucking out of their minds? This… this is bullshit...

Watts look of annoyance has definitely turned to anger. Watts shakes his head, fire growing in his eyes as he stares into the letter, shaking his head and scrunching his nose and lips with anger.

Andrew Watts: Oh this is going to get fucking fixed… fuck SCW… authority better handle this or I will....

Watts storms towards his locker room door and just as he reaches it, we cut out...

Mikah's limousine is seen once again pulling up to the backstage arena with her driver, Alphonso in the driver's seat as usual. He gets out and walks to the back of the limo and opens the door for Mikah to step out. She hoists her championship belt and makes sure it's shined up as she slings it perfectly over her shoulder. She looks at it, admiring it for a moment as the camera catches the arrogant look upon her face.

Mikah: Do you feel that, Alphonso?

Alphonso: Feel what, ma'am?

Mikah rolls her eyes, shooting her driver a look.

Mikah: Feel the buzz that I have created just by arriving here in Cancun.

Alphonso just nods his head, trying to be impartial to whatever it was Mikah was saying.

Mikah: I mean, I'm sure those people are curious as to when or if I was going to show up. I'm sure they think I'm worried about who I'm going to be facing in two weeks time. But I'm not worried. Do you want to know why, Alphonso?

Alphonso: Why, ma'am?

Mikah doesn't have time to answer as she is ambushed by Despayre hugging her. She looks wildly surprised as he wraps his arms around her and envelops her in a hug.

Mikah: What the--

Despayre: The Mad Hugger strikes again!

Mikah doesn't have time to respond as Despayre runs off to do whatever it was he did on his free time. She stands there for a few moments, blinking in a confused state before looking at Alphonso.

Mikah: What just happened?!

Goth can be seen backstage with Pussy Willow, his wife Sapphira has the Roulette championship belt draped across her shoulder as Henry Losak stands on the other side of him with Lord Raab and Samuel standing behind Goth as they are talking to him.

Pussy: We are backstage with the Monstimal’s as Goth will be competing later on with the Bombshell Internet champion Alexis Edwards against Drake Green and Lyah Lindberg. What are your thoughts leading into this match Goth??

Before Goth can answer, he is interrupted by Henry as he taps Willow on the shoulder.

Henry: I’m sorry to interrupt you Goth, but seeing that my men consisting of Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson have got something to say. I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind me say a few things before hand.

Goth nods his head towards Henry

Pussy: Henry??

Henry: Well thank you Goth, you see Willow. It seems that people around here can just barge in, make demands and alter destinies of those who deserve things. It seems that our distinguished owner has a soft spot for Sean Jackson and wants to keep him as friends. Forcing Raab to face him and then have Raab not be joined by Samuel to face the tag team champions for the tag team titles. Which they rightfully deserve to challenge in the first place!!!!

Pussy: Well its..,

Henry: Did I say that I was finished?? Or that I wanted to hear your opinion?? No, I did not. Secondly, Lord Raab will make short work out of the Internet champion and will go and challenge with Samuel whomever that will walk away tag team champions at December 2 Dismember. And that’s all I had to say about this!!!

Willow looks on as she reluctantly turns her attention back to Goth.

Goth: Seems like Henry hit the nail on the head don’t you think Willow?? You see, it’s all great and fine and all. But you don’t fuck with the Monstimals as we don’t care who you are, something that our beloved World champion will find out once more as time nears when the Main Event approaches.

Pussy: Aren’t you concerned about Wyatt Peterson???

Goth chuckles as he hears the name of the man that he will be facing at December 2 Dismember for his title before the World Title/Roulette Title clash at the super card.

Goth: No, why would I?? the guy can’t touch me. He can’t mess with me, he can’t even look funny when he has the chance before going to jail if need to. And even if he did had an opportunity, I would not let him even get the uppertunity to do so. I’m the Roulette champ for nothing as I mess with peoples minds better than anything else in this world. So no, I’m not worried about him or Drake Green. The world should be worried about Goth, Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson. The soon to be World Heavyweight AND Roulette champion plus Tag Team Champions of the world.

With that Goth just grins as he walks off, followed by his wife and the others as Willow looks amazed

INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
Sean Jackson © vs Lord Raab

Simone: Later on tonight we will see the finals of the Going for the Gold Tournament to determine Mikah’s next challenger but coming up next we will see two Bombshells who fell short in their bid to win the tournament as “The Punk Princess” Amy Marshall takes on “The Siren” Kate Steele!

Adams: Both of these lovely ladies were knocked out of the tournament in the first round which saw Amy Marshall lose her spot to current finalist Samantha Marlowe and Kate Steele lose her spot to Alexis Edwards after some unexpected help from Celeste North.

Simone: And now they hope to bounce back from those loses, let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following Bombshell Contest is scheduled for one fall!

Grow up by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with her husband Todd Warren begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she stares at the roaring crowd who are all cheering her on. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she claps the hands of outstretched fans.

Justin: Introducing first, from Berkshire, England she is “The Siren” Kate Steele!

Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd cheering her on. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans follow in. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.

Simone: Kate hasn’t been in the company long but she has been impressive.

Adams: Unfortunately for her Amy is a veteran in that squared circle!

Justin: And her opponent!

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

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

Justin: From Juneau, Alaska, she is “The Punk Princess” Amy Marshall!

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.

Simone: This should be a great match!

Adams: Kate Steele still has a lot to prove in the ring but a win over Amy Marshall would open the eyes of a lot of people!

Drew Patton calls the two Bombshells to the middle of the ring to explain the rules to them but Amy is more interested in trash talking the English Bombshell whilst Kate just glares at her, once both Bombshells nod to confirm that they understand the rules of the match Drew calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

As soon as Drew’s back is turned Amy surprises Kate with a running Clothesline!

Simone: Amy isn’t wasting any time here!

Adams: Considering her recent run of luck I don’t think Amy wants to take any chances in this match!

Drew tries to admonish Amy for the cheap shot but the Punk Princess isn’t listening to him as she continues to stomp away at Kate, eventually Drew pulls Amy away from Kate and gives her a stern warning but in spite of the damage that’s already been done by Amy Kate gets back to her feet and bulrushes the Punk Princess leading to a brawl.

Simone: We are witnessing a brawl between two female punks here.

Adams: Normally that would be an insult but I get the feeling that Amy and Kate would take that as a complement.

Drew spends a good few minutes trying to restore order but eventually gives up and just lets the Bombshells go at it much to the approval of the fans, after some time Kate backs Amy up against the ropes and backs up before trying to Clothesline Amy over the ropes and to the floor, unfortunately for Kate Amy has her well scouted and counters the clothesline attempt with a backdrop to the outside!

Simone: If Kate wasn’t hurting following Amy’s initial attack then she definitely is hurting now!

Adams: Which is bad news for her and excellent news for Amy.

Amy attempts to follow Kate to the outside but Drew orders her to back off and let Kate recover and by the time he reaches the count of seven Kate is back on her feet and ready to continue the match, unfortunately for Kate Amy has other ideas as she dives over the ropes, and Drew who was leaning forward between the middle and top rope, and nails her with a Suicide Dive that brings the crowd to their feet!

Simone: Amy may not be the most popular Bombshell on the roster but you can’t deny her talent!

Adams: Now she’s rolled Kate back into the ring, looks like she’s going for the first pin of the match!

Jason’s prediction comes true because as soon as Amy’s back in the ring she hooks Kate’s legs for a pin attempt 1…..2…..and Kate kicks out just in the nick of time! Amy shakes her head in response before picking up Kate and driving her face first into the matt with a Snap DDT which she follows up with another cover 1….2…..Amy puts her feet on the ropes for good measure….but gets caught by Drew who stops the count!

Simone: You’d think she’d know by now that cheaters never prosper.

Adams: Tell that to the former Mean Girls members!

Amy gets back to her feet and starts arguing with Drew trying to assert that she didn’t have her feet on the ropes on purpose but Drew’s not buying it and orders her to continue the match! Amy shakes her head in response but before she can do anything else Kate surprises Amy with a School Boy roll-up 1…..2…..and Amy kicks out!

Simone: Kate surprised Amy there and it almost cost her the match!

Adams: I’d hate to be the one who’d have to put up with her mood following that mistake!

Both Bombshells get to their feet at the same time and Amy tries to surprise Kate with another Clothesline attempt but this time Kate sees it coming and ducks under the clothesline before nailing Amy with a massive German Suplex, however she isn’t done as Kate gets up following the Suplex dragging Amy up with her and nails her with a Tiger Suplex before bridging for the pin!

Simone: One…..two…..

Adams: Amy kicks out and Kate can’t believe it!

Kate sits there in shock following the failed pin attempt on Amy but like before Drew isn’t going to listen to any of her arguments so she hatches another plan, she gets back to her feet and drags Amy over to the nearest corner before climbing the top rope, once she balances herself on the top rope Kate leaps looking for a Moonsault but she took too much time as Amy is able to get out of the way causing Kate to crash and burn!

Simone: Kate’s going to feel that in the morning!

Adams: I felt that from over here!

Neither Bombshell gets back to their feet following Kate’s failed Moonsault attempt prompting Drew to start counting them out, he reaches the count of seven before Kate and Amy start to stir but rather than get to her feet like Kate Amy instead rolls out of the ring to give herself some breathing room whilst ignoring Drew’s attempts to get her to come back in the ring!

Simone: Amy’s trying to slow down the pace of the match!

Adams: And Kate’s not happy about that!

Kate paces back and forth inside the ring whilst she waits for Amy to get back in but by the count of four she’s had enough and runs to the ropes before hitting Amy with a Suicide Dive of her own that brings the crowd to their feet! Kate gets back up to her feet before picking up Amy and rolling her back into the ring where she follows her in and goes for a cover 1….2….and Amy kicks out!

Simone: And now the shoes on the other foot!

Adams: What shoe? What foot? All I see is two smoking hot ladies going at it!

Kate shakes her head in response to the failed pin attempt before picking up Amy only to be surprised by a jawbreaker that stuns her and sends her reeling towards the ropes, sensing an opportunity to end the match Amy gets to her feet and calls for the Bad Girl!

Simone: Amy’s going for her finisher!

Adams: If she hits this then it’s goodbye to her recent run of bad luck!

Amy goes for the move but Kate sees it coming and grabs Amy by the knees before dropping her throat first over the top rope! This move stuns Amy long enough for Kate to nail her with her own finisher the Punk Driver!

Simone: Punk Driver!

Adams: This one’s over!

Kate goes for a cover 1….2….3!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner “The Siren” Kate Steele!

Simone: What a match! Kate must’ve turned a few heads with that win!

Adams: I will say this, I’ll be surprised if Kate isn’t up for a title shot in the near future after that performance!

Kate celebrates up the ramp whilst Drew checks on Amy.

The cameras cut to the backstage area, and once again we find ourselves behind a familiar looking back, dressed in a pair of black Diesel jeans, a pair of black leather boots and a black tank-top, all black, however this time Andrew Watts comes to a door that is guarded by a backstage worker and has a nameplate that reads “Hot Stuff Mark Ward.” Watts nods his head, staring at the backstage worker who stands before him.

Andrew Watts: Move it...

Watts takes a step forward and the worker places his hand on the chest of Andrew Watts. Watts stops, looking down at the hand that is pushed against his chest.

Backstage Worker: Sorry but Mr. Ward is out of his office, nobody is allowed in there while he is gone!

Watts continues to stare at the hand that is on his chest for a few seconds.

Backstage Worker: I am going to have to ask you to leave Mr. Watts.

Watts lifts his head up slightly, anger in his eyes, the rage that we saw last week, the rage that we have been seeing since the return of Andrew Watts to SCW television. Watts looks into the eyes of the worker.

Andrew Watts: If your fucking hand doesn’t leave my chest in two seconds, you’ll have five fingers less than when you woke up this morning...

Watts takes a deep breath and the worker takes his hand off of Watts’ chest. The worker is about to say something and… bam! Watts clocks him right in the jaw, the worker’s head bouncing back off of the door frame as he falls to the ground, out cold. Watts shakes his head.

Andrew Watts: Fucking trying to tell me what to do… I think people have forgotten who the fuck I am...

Watts places his hand on the door knob, pushing the door open as he enters Mark Ward’s office. Watts slams the door shut behind him as he looks around, and then walks over to the office desk in the corner.

Andrew Watts: There it is...

Watts reaches out and picks up a black leather wallet from the office desk. Watts begins to dig through it before pulling out a MasterCard debit card. Watts nods his head, a sadistic smirk on his face as he pulls out his cell phone from his pocket and dials a number, placing the phone by his ear. Watts waits a few seconds and then begins to speak...

Andrew Watts: Hello? Yes is this the National Theater of Costa Rica in San Jose, Costa Rica? Perfect! We had our show Climax Control there last week, Sin City Wrestling. Yes, I know, I am very sorry for the damages that was caused by one of our workers. No of course he wasn't fired, he is our greatest talent, and while he may be unstable, the thought of firing him would never even cross our minds. Yes, this is Mark Ward, sorry for not stating that. I just wanted to let you know that I will be taking care of the costs of the damages that Mr. Watts caused. Yes, I have informed Mr. Watts about this, I told him everything will be taken care of and I would actually like to pay it right now if I could. Yes, credit please. Are you ready? The number is "beep, beep, beep..." Thank you so much... the transaction for 24,550 dollars was successful? Perfect, thank you very much. No, no receipt please, and yes if there is any problems call back at this number and do not accept any calls from any other numbers. Perfect, thank you, you have a good day as well.

Watts hangs up the phone as he shoves it back in his pocket. He smirks as he looks down at the debit card that he just used...

Andrew Watts: Like I said Marky… you and the rest of the SCW authority fucked with the wrong asshole… this is just the beginning, this is just the beginning… SCW will bow to me. Oh and Mark, thank you for being such a good boss, realizing your mistakes and trying to make it up to me by paying for the damages I made last week. It’s a start Mark, but there is still a LONG way to go before it is made up to me.

Watts smirks with a sadistic look in his eyes, a different Watts than we are used to seeing. Watts slides the credit card back into the wallet of Mark Ward and tosses it back onto the office desk. Watts makes his way towards the door and stop just before the door, looking to his right at a picture frame of Mark Ward holding up some kind of award. Watts shakes his head as he lightly flings the picture frame off of the wall and it crashes into the ground, we hear the glass shatter. Watts chuckles as he exits the locker room, the backstage worker holding his head on the ground...

Backstage Worker: What happened?

Watts smirks, grabbing the worker by the arm and helping him up.

Andrew Watts: You slipped and hit your head… and you’re right, I shouldn’t enter Mr. Ward’s locker room when he isn’t present. So now that you are okay and up again I will just head back and catch Mr. Ward another time… oh and, don’t tell him I was here, I have a surprise for him, and you telling him would ruin it… got it?.

Backstage Worker: Got it Mr. Watts, I would never ruin a surprise for the boss. I won’t mention a thing. Thank you for taking care of me while I was knocked out.

Watts flashes a fake smile and then turns around and begins to walk away. Watts rolls his eyes as he walks away from the room, walking as if the world is his and he owns everything. Watts chuckles as he begins to whistle, and our cameras cut out.

Simone: Such a lovely Bombshell Internet Champion we had. Treating the title with such disrespect as she has been.

Adams: Well…at least she hasn’t renamed it…yet.

Alexis ignores the fans, pretending as though she can’t hear them at all before she dashes her way down to the ring, tossing the Internet Championship into the ring over the top rope and then she slides in under the bottom rope. She jumps up to her feet, raising her right hand in the air and leaves the Internet Championship on the canvas. She Heads over to the ropes and asks for a mic, which is reluctantly handed to her. Alexis heads back to the center of the ring, standing just over her title, but not looking down at it. The crowds booing drowns out any chance of her speaking as she glares around at them.

Alexis: Cut my damn music!

Her music plays for a few more seconds before it comes to a stop, and the fans continue to boo her. She just laughs it off as she glares around at them, taking in their reaction at first, until she raises the microphone to speak again.

Alexis: You people can boo me all you want, but it’s not going to stop me from saying what I came out here to say

They boo even louder and she narrows her eyes at them.

Simone: Someone needs to tell this girl that they don’t care.

Alexis: Last week...*chuckles*…Last week I was well on my way to doing something none of you people thought I deserved or even thought I could possibly do. You all know that I was on my way to defeating Melanie Gabrielle and Crystal Hilton and advancing to the final round of the Going For The Gold tournament tonight. You all know it, but you’re just going to deny it anyway, am I right?

Crowd: You are boring! You are boring!

Simone: They said it…

Alexis looks around, soaking in their chants, but she never takes a single step.

Alexis: Exactly. You see, even though I was well on my way to winning that triple threat match, moving on to another triple threat match tonight and winning that one and then advancing to face Mikah at December 2 Dismember, I made a decision. And the people who actually noticed that decision have been questioning me about it. Sadly, none of you seemed to notice, did you? Hell, not even our wonderful commentators sitting at that table right there had a damn thing to say about what I did!

The fans booing nearly drowns out the sound of Alexis’ voice, but she continues speaking. She turns to face Belinda and Jason at the commentator’s table before she continues speaking.

Alexis: Were you two even watching the match last week? Or did Candy Overton’s completely irrelevant presence next to you actually put you two to sleep? I seriously hope it’s the latter, because that is the only damn excuse I will accept! But, here, let me remind offer you a little reminder of the decision I made last week, shall I?

Simone: We don’t need reminding, Alexis…Really, we don’t.

Adams: I do, because I forgot what she’s talking about!

Alexis turns and points towards the screen as a quick video clip begins to play. It shows the final moments of her match last week, just as Melanie Gabrielle hooks Crystal’s leg for the pin. Alexis is back on her feet on the outside of the ring and goes to slide back into the ring to break up the pin, but she stops herself and slides back out. The screen pauses on that moment before the camera focuses back on Alexis in the center of the ring, staring at the screen angrily.

Alexis: I had plenty of time to stop Melanie from pinning Crystal. I had more than enough time to finish off those two lame ass bitches and get the victory for myself, but I chose not to! Do you people hear me? I fucking chose not to, and I didn’t get a single reaction from ANY of you! You’re all lucky that I’m chalking it up to the fact that Candy Overton probably put you all to sleep along with Belinda and Jason, because let’s face it, Candy Overton has that effect on everybody. But, I’m not out here to waste my breath talking about rotten piece of shit that won’t get anywhere in this company no matter how hard she tries. I’m out here to talk about ME and why I did what I did.

Alexis looks down to the Bombshell Internet Championship on the canvas. She reaches down and picks it up, holding it almost without a care in front of her.

Alexis: Why did I throw away a chance to move on to face Mikah at December 2 Dismember? Why did I just walk away from an opportunity to be put in a title versus title match and possibly walk away with BOTH the Bombshell Internet Championship AND the World Bombshell Championship> Why would I do such a stupid thing? Well, the answer is pretty damn simple.

She holds the title down for a moment and simply shrugs her shoulders.

Alexis: What’s the point, really? It doesn’t matter what I say or do, I’m ALWAYS going to be a Nobody. Why should I try and accomplish more when it’s not going to make one bit of a difference? Oh, but wait…Your beloved Drake Green seems to think he has me all figured out.

The crowd suddenly cheers at the mention of Drake Green. Alexis just rolls her eyes as she looks around the crowd.

Alexis: Yeah, I thought you might react that way. You see, Drakey Boy seems to think that I’m just a pretender…a user, even. Drake thinks that my Nobody lifestyle isn’t real and that I’m actually somebody.

The crowd issues a mixed reaction this time and Alexis just shakes her head, disgusted.

Alexis: Regardless of what Drake thinks, he doesn’t know a DAMN thing about me. He’s just trying to get inside my head. He’s trying to get me to second guess myself so maybe, just maybe, his little girlfriend will be safer against me in this match tonight. You’re not fooling me, Drake, and all you did was add fuel to an already raging fire. And I’m going to use that fire to burn the fuck out of your pretty little girlfriend.

More boos follow, but Alexis just ignores them now as she throws her Internet title over her shoulder and glares around the crowd.

Alexis: Lyah wants a shot at this title, Drake? MY title? Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll get it pretty soon, but not because I agree to it, or because she earned it. Simply because she’s your damn girlfriend and it’ll get handed to her just like it was handed to you. No worries though, because I’ll fight her any damn day of the week. I’ll face whoever they fucking throw in front of me, no matter who they are.

Alexis adjusts the belt over her shoulder, turns and faces the back as if addressing everyone in the backstage now.

Alexis: Doesn’t matter who they put me against, because none of them will have earned their shot. Put me against Candy Overton. Put me against Amy Marshall. Put me against Crystal Hilton…Melanie Gabrielle…Keira Fisher…Jessie Salco…I don’t give a rat’s ass who my next opponent is, because it’s all the same shit. Go ahead and put me against any of the bitches who have *air quotes* beaten me already. I’ll prove they won’t beat me again. Ever.

Alexis pauses for a moment, lowering the mic to look around the crowd. They continue to boo her, as she goes over her next words in her head.

Alexis: I don’t know who they’re going to have me defend my title against at December 2 Dismember, and right now, I don’t give a shit. I’m only focused on one person and one person only tonight. And her name is Lyah Lindberg. A.K.A Drake Green’s girlfriend.

She laughs with an innocent smile on her face.

Alexis: Sorry, that’s never going to get old for me. You see, I’m taking this shit one day at a time. One match at a time, because that’s all I can do these days. Shit is so random around here, you just never know what to fuckin’ expect. But tonight, it’s all about Lyah Lindberg and how much pain I’m going to inflict on that idiotic little bitch and showing her she’s not as tough as she makes herself out to be. Oh…and let’s not forget that I plan to take Mark Ward up on his offer to pay fines for any Bombshell that punches the fuck out of Drake. Even if Mark didn’t pay the fine…it’d all be worth it. See you later in the main event, bitches.

Alexis then throws the microphone down and steps through the ropes as her music hits. She jumps down from the ring apron and starts heading backstage as the fans taunt her the entire way back, but she just ignores them every step of the way, before disappearing behind the curtain.

GRUDGE MATCH
Casey Williams vs J2H

The camera pans around the packed home for this week's Climax Control showing the fans in a frenzy trying to get their little television time as they hold up signs for their favorite superstars along with various Sin City Wrestling merchandise. The place suddenly goes dark which excites the crowd even more. A few seconds pass before the initials B.H.B.E. light up the screen in bright red lettering. A mixed reaction is given to that as the lights turn back on and a red cloud of smoke fills the entrance way. "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park begin to blast over the sound system and suddenly the volume of the boos outweigh the cheers. Out from the back steps Chase Cox, boyfriend and bodyguard of Bruce Evans. Chase is wearing a pair of tight white skinny jeans, a black muscle shirt and black boots. His blonde hair gelled and spiked. He stops at the top of the ramp looking around for a few seconds with a grin on his face before he begins his walk towards the ring. As he walks down the aisle he stops on a couple of occassions and flexes his big arms while taunting the fans before walking up the steps and entering the ring. As he enters the ring he walks over to Justin Decent who hands him the microphone before exiting the ring. Chase looks around at the crowd as they boo him which can be heard better now with the music fading out. He holds the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.

Chase Cox: Now I know you are all excited to see me out here tonight, and let me admit I kind of miss being around you people as well.

The boos pick up along with chants of "You're a homo!" Chase looks a bit surprised as he just smiles it off and continues.

Chase Cox: Come on now, where is that hospitality I've been hearing people say you all had? Surely that's no way to treat a man of my calibur, my physique, my standing. Especially being where you are all from... poor, dirty, stinking Mexico!

The boos grow even louder as Chase pauses and begins laughing hard as he holds the microphone down to his side and looks towards the entrance way.

Chase Cox: Okay, okay, okay, calm down Marias and Jesus' and allow me to introduce the reason you are all here tonight. The reason each and everyone of you spent your hard earned grass cutting money. The reason everyone at home is using their dvr to record their favorite shows and watch Sin City Wrestling live instead. The man who in two thousand and sixteen will once again turn this business upside down, inside out. My baby, your favorite.... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!!!

Chase drops the microphone and points towards the entrance way with a huge smile on his face. "Points of Authority" again plays over the sound system and the boos obviously are intensified as after a second or two Bruce Evans appears at the top of the ramp. He's got a huge cocky grin on his face as he stands at the top of the entrance way, folds his arms and then begins walking towards the ring. He completely ignores the fans on his way as they shout out all sorts of insults his way. He just looks directly at Chase as the two look like high school sweethearts. Bruce is wearing black jeans, a black vintage Blaque Hart shirt with red lettering, and black boots. His hair is tied back in a ponytail. As he nears the ring steps he walks over to a fan in the front and begins mouthing off with him before walking up the steps. Chase holds the ropes open for him as Evans enters the ring. As he enters he and Chase hug in the middle for a few seconds as the music is shut off. Chase seductively bends over to pick up the microphone, Bruce slaps him on the ass and the two smirk as Chase hands Bruce the microphone. The boos and chants continue as Chase begins massaging the neck of Bruce, and Evans begins to speak.

Bruce Evans: And I love you all very much too!!!

Evans pauses with a smile, he looks back at his lover and smiles again.

Bruce Evans: But seriously though, I didn't come here today to bash you all. I didn't come here to talk about how the rest of the world looks down on you people, or how the rest of the world sees you all as a waste on humanity and just the laborers that do all the hard work for pennies an hour...

Bruce is forced to pause as the booing drowns him out. Chase walks around the ring mocking the fans in the front row as Bruce leans against the ropes and continues.

Bruce Evans: No, no, no, I'm not here for that. First of all just let me say what an honor it is to be in front of all of you tonight in beautiful Cancun!!!

The fans let out a chorus of cheers at the mentioning of their home. Chase walks over to Bruce and whispers something into his ears which seems to excite Bruce.

Bruce Evans: That my friends is one of the oldest things in the book, it's called a cheap pop and not to my surprise you idiots fail for it!

The two begin laughing as chants of "HOMOS!" begin.

Bruce Evans: I left my beautiful home in the greatest country in the world.... Good ole CANADA.... to be here with you and this is the thanks I get? Where is that respect I deserve? Where is that love I've earned? Where is that being admired and adored as the greatest in ring performer I should be granted. Dammit do you people know who I am? I am Bruce Evans, I am your GOD!

The boos pick up as Chase nods his head up and down in approval. He then walks back over towards Bruce and again begins to massage him, this time his back.

Bruce Evans: Ya see for the past few months, Chase and I have been away. Out of the spotlight, off of your television sets, just being home enjoying each other day and night, night and day as only we can if ya catch my drift.

Bruce pauses, looks back at Chase and winks his eyes then smiles.

Bruce Evans: For the past few months while we've been away, and I'm sorry by the way we weren't able to bless yall with our presence, we've been cooking up a plan to make our return here to Sin City Wrestling and make a statement like none ever made before. See while the rest of the roster has been at odds over which side to fight for, S.C.W. or A.C.W. Chase and I had all that time to sit back and observe, and make some really tough decisions concerning our futures. We sat at home and watched every episode of Climax Control. We sat at home and watched every "Supercard"... And we came to a conclusion. We made a decision as to which brand would better suit us...

Bruce pauses as he looks back at Chase.

Bruce Evans: The brand we are going to represent is the one that has given us the opportunities, the spotlight, the fame which we have worked so hard for all these years. The brand that respects and appreciates us. The brand that will go out of it's way to make sure we are satisfied and have all the tools we need for success. That brand is none other than...

Bruce whispers something into the ear of Chase before continuing.

Bruce Evans: Team A.C.W? Or team S.C.W.? We will represent.... team Blaque Hart, and team Chase!

The crowd lets out another loud chorus of boos as the two just laugh it out in the middle of the ring.

Bruce Evans: See there's nothing either A.C.W. or Sin City can do for us that we can't do for ourselves. I sleep very well at homeknowing my baby has my back, and I have his back.... In more than one way. Ha!

The homo chants pick up again as Bruce gets in front of Chase, gets on his knees, and looks up into his eyes. Chase blushes and smiles with his face turning red. Bruce grabs one of Chase's hands and continues.

Bruce Evans: Baby, we've been through a lot. This past year specifically has had it's ups and downs. But through it all, you've been there for me. You've never once given up on me, and in all this time we've known each other you have been my only constant support system. You mean the world to me, hell you are my world. Without you there is no me, without you I am nothing. Now it's my turn to show my gratitude, my affection, just how much I love you. Baby, the reason I bought you out here tonight is to let you know.... that I've finally set the date. The date that you and I will finally become one.... Baby, I love you, and at December to Dismember the world will get to share that love that we have for each other. At December to Dismember, baby it's our day. At December to Dismeber, Chase will you marry me?!?

The fans let out a loud mixed reaction as Bruce reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little black box. He opens it up to expose a beautiful diamond ring which instantly start a shower of tears from the eyes of Chase. Chase nods his head up and down as to say yes, as Bruce holds the microphone towards his lover.

Chase Cox: Baby, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! You know I will. I love you, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you!

Bruce places the ring on the finger of Chase and gets up. The two embrace and then share a passionate kiss as the boos again pick up.

Bruce Evans: There you have it. At December to Dismember we give you all a reason to watch. You are all invited to share our special night. All of you, even the always miserable and depressed pregnant slut Kimberly!

The two men laugh it out before Evans continue.

Bruce Evans: Kimberly, you thought you could out shock the winner for the Shocking Moment of the Year? You thought that little kiss you shared with that ginger last week would out do me? You obviously don't know me as well as you may have thought you did. See you can have your Stacy pie and eat it whenever you want. Doesn't bother me, as a matter of fact I've never been happier than I am right now, and for me, all that matters, all that makes me happy now, is this man right here. So to all the Sin City Wrestling roster, all the fans around the world. In a few weeks, we invite you all to see what real love is. Baby, it's finally our time...

"Points of Authority" blast over the speakers as Chase walks over and holds the ropes for Bruce who exits the ring, followed by Chase. The two hold hands as they walk up the ramp and towards the back completely ignoring the fans and engaging in a conversation of their own. As they reach the top of the ramp, Despayre appears. He walks towards Bruce and Chase, looks at them, and breaks up their hand holding. He looks at Bruce with a serious look in his eyes, and gives him a hug. Chase pushes Despayre off of Bruce as he and Evans look at each other with confused looks. Despayre disappears to the back, and after a few seconds so do Chase and Bruce.

Justin: The following singles contest is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first...

The intro of "Simon Says" By Drain STH plays over the arena's PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd.

Justin: From Birmingham, England... weighing in at 225 pounds! Simon Jones!

Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans.

Simone: Simon Jones set to take on Gavin Stephens who has been red hot since returning to SCW!

Adams: This one deserves SuperCard status, but this is exactly why SCW is great, we have SuperCard quality matches right here on Climax Control!

Simon smirks, turning around to face the ramp/stage area as he stares forward and awaits Gavin Stephens.

Justin: And his opponent…!

"Bad Attitude" by Deuce blared through the arena as Gavin Stephens strolled out onto the stage to a rather hate filled reaction. He stood there with a smile on his face as he let it sink in, while an odd aura of smoke erupted from around the stage to give him an extra mystifying effect. He casually walked down the stage, ignoring any fans trying to reach out and touch him, and if they got too close, he'd slap them out of the way. Or better yet, give them a threatening look and mock lunge towards them.

Justin: Making his way to the ring from Superior, Wisconsin... weighing in at 223 pounds! Gavin Stephens!

Eventually though - Gavin made his way into the ringside area and proceeded to climb up onto the apron. He then proceeded to hop over the ropes and fell into a taunt in front of the crowd as he stood in the ring with an annoyed expression across his face, staring across the ring at Simon Jones who stares back with confidence.

Simone: These two look like they are ready to rip right into each other!

Adams: Oh and I can’t wait for it to happen!

Referee Jacob Summers says something to Gavin, he then turns and says something to Simon, followed by a turn to the times-keeper as he signals for the bell!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Simone: And here we go!

Adams: Can the former SCW Champion stop Gavin who has won every match since returning? Or will this streak of dominance continue for the Visionary?

The bell sounds and these two are ready to go at it with one another! The two begin to circle the ring, keeping their eyes on each other the whole time! Gavin smirks, showing his confidence as he stares across at the former SCW Champion. Both of these men look to be in amazing shape! Gavin continues to show off a bit, showing how cocky he is as Simon stops, looking at Gavin and just smiling. This makes Gavin fuel up a bit as he shakes his head and moves in and the two go for a lock up! Simon ducks under it as he spins around and hits a quick jab to the face of Gavin! Simon takes a few steps backwards as the two begin to circle once again, they go for another lock up and Simon ducks under this one as well as he pops up with another jab to the face, this one staggers Gavin quite a bit! Gavin is getting frustrated as he turns around and chases after Simon who easily avoids him, showing off his athletic ability! Gavin goes for a clothesline and misses as Simon runs at Gavin who slides out of the ring! Gavin is followed by Simon who slides out right behind him! Gavin runs around the corner, hopping over the steel steps, Simon following. Gavin slides into the ring, running towards the ropes as he bounces off and Simon enters the ring, Gavin looks for another huge clothesline but Simon ducks it and Gavin bounces off of the ropes again, coming back and being met by a huge double forearm smash to the face, sending Gavin straight into the canvas!

Simone: Wow, the former SCW Champion looks great so far!

Adams: Simon Jones is looking very impressive, I have to say.

Both men are quickly up to their feet as they battle again, Simon ducks a punch and grabs Gavin by the hair, sending him face first into the turnbuckle! Gavin bounces off, having no clue where he is as Simon runs at him and hits a huge clothesline! Simon continues after Gavin who tries to crawl towards the ropes, looking to get out of the ring but Simon grabs him by the tights and… whoa! He pulls the tights as he pulls Gavin back into the ring but pulls a bit more than he intended to!

Simone: Oh… hello!

Adams: Well it’s a full moon here in Mexico if you get what I’m saying!

The female fans go crazy and even some of the male fans as well, and we all know Bruce Evans is loving this somewhere too! Gavin is pulled to his feet as he tries to adjust his trunks while Simon yanks him up by the hair (his head hair of course). Simon delivers a kick to the back of the leg of Gavin who hits the canvas and then pops right up! Another kick and once again sent straight to the canvas! Gavin is up to his feet, staggering towards the ropes as Simon looks for a right hand but Gavin ducks and runs towards the ropes, bouncing off of the ropes and running at Simon who ducks, tossing Gavin over his shoulder and right over the top rope! Gavin hits his lower back on the outside apron and then flops right onto the ringside floor! Gavin holds his lower back in pain as Simon takes a second to breath inside of the ring, feeling confident and raising his arms in the air, the crowd cheering on for him!

Simone: Gavin finally adjusted his trunks… well, the apron did at least.

Adams: You sound a little bit upset about that Simone, are you?

Simone: Just… just watch the match…

Gavin finally slides back into the ring, holding his lower back and finally covered up again! Gavin is slow to get up as Simon goes over to assist him, grabbing him by the hair only to be hit with a right hand to the gut from Gavin! Gavin hits another punch to the gut and then an uppercut out of nowhere, straight to the jaw of Simon, sending him backwards as he staggers a bit and Gavin makes his way to his feet! Gavin runs at Simon but is sent straight to the canvas by a huge clothesline from Simon! Simon goes for a quick cover...

..1

..2

..Kickout by Gavin Stephens

Simone: Wow that was one hell of a clothesline!

Adams: Yes it was, great job on getting a shoulder up by the Visionary.

Simon looks at Summers, making sure it was a two count and he wasn’t slow counted, Summers shakes his head as Simon turns his attention back to Gavin. Simon grabs Gavin by the hair and lifts him to his feet, delivering a knee to the gut of Stephens and then looking for another knee to the gut but Gavin grabs the leg of Simon and quickly sweeps his other leg, sending Simon to the canvas! Gavin pounces on him with a huge right cross as he begins to pound away with punches to the face of Simon! Finally after a few vicious and probably even a couple of illegal closed fist punches, Jacob Summers pulls Gavin off! Simon stands up, staggering across the ring as he staggers right into a huge flying fist from Gavin! Simon goes straight into the canvas and Gavin goes for the cover, digging his forearm into the throat of Simon for more leverage… illegal leverage, Summers doesn’t see this, and count...

..1

..2

..Kickout by Simon who rolls over, holding his throat in pain!

Simone: Cheap move there by Gavin, but I guess whatever works...

Adams: Summers didn’t see it, if you can do it without getting caught, it’s tactical, not cheap.

Gavin shakes his head as he stands up, signalling to Summers that it was a slow count and he should have won the match. Summers rolls his eyes and tells Gavin to get back to the match and stop the arguing. Gavin grabs Simon by his shoulders, lifting him up and running him shoulder first into the turnbuckle pole! Simon’s shoulder smashes right into the pole and Gavin follows this up with a dropkick to the butt of Simon, which sends his shoulder crashing once again into the turnbuckle pole! Simon holds his shoulder in pain, turning around, hunched over in pain as Gavin locks his arm around the head of Simon, squeezes tight and… falling DDT! The cover by Gavin...

..1

..2

..Kickout by Simon as Gavin smashes his fists into the canvas in anger!

Simone: Gavin wants to end things quick here, keep his streak going and not give the former SCW Champion a shot at recovering or getting back into this match...

Adams: Yeah and I don’t blame him one bit… Simon Jones is a warrior in that ring. Once he gets going, few can stop him...

Stephens shakes his head as he grabs the head of Jones, pulling him to his feet and delivering a knee to the mid-section of Jones! Stephens throws him into the turnbuckle and begins to hammer away with elbows to the face, the crowd counts each hit...

..1

..2

..3

..4

..5

..6

..7

Finally Gavin stops, and the damage is surely done as Jones staggers away from the turnbuckle. Gavin runs opposite ropes from Simon and bounces off of the ropes, coming back with speed as he looks for a huge flying clothesline! Simon somehow ducks under it, Gavin still full speed as he bounces off of the opposite turnbuckle, running back even fast at Simon who side steps another flying clothesline and send Gavin straight into the turnbuckle pad! Chest first into the top pad! Gavin is glued to the turnbuckle and Simon walks over to him, a running knee to the lower back of Gavin and then Simon pulls Gavin back by the hair, Simon begins to climbs towards the middle turnbuckle, still holding onto Gavin who is staggered pretty good...

Simone: Oh man, exactly what we talked about! You don’t want to give Simon Jones opportunity!

Adams: Gavin is in a bad place right now...

Simone: He has Gavin set-up perfectly...

Adams: Into Oblivion!

Connects! The middle rope finishing maneuver of Simon Jones nearly crushes Gavin Stephens! Simon rolls over towards Stephens who is laying on his back and throws his arm over the downed Stephens! Summers with the count...

..1

..2

..3!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Simone: And the short streak has come to an end!

Adams: At the hands of Simon Jones, showing that he still has what it takes, as he stops one of the hottest stars in the SCW!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… Simon Jones!

Simone: What a match! Look at Simon walking up the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans, he looks and looked in top form, he may be a force to be reckoned with once again!

Adams: Gavin doesn’t look to happy, he is on a knee in the middle of the ring and he doesn’t look like he is too pleased with the outcome of this one...

Simone: I can’t say I blame him! He had the match and Simon exactly where he wanted it, and then a few missed attempts and a hard smash into the turnbuckle really cost the Visionary!

Adams: Lucky for all of his female fans, the Visionary gave everyone a bit of a “visionary” tonight if you get what I am saying...

Simone: Honestly? It sounds like you are the most excited one in the building about that Adams...

Adams: What? No! I was just saying...

Simone: Hey you are the one who keeps bringing it up, it’s okay Adams.. it was a nice view, we get it, you liked it too...

Adams: No I honestly… wait, what is this?

Simone: Oh no, Gavin… don’t turn around!

We cut back to the center of the ring where Gavin has finally stood to his feet, saying a few words to himself, obviously frustrated… but the focus isn’t mainly on Gavin it’s on… oh no… Gavin turns around and...

BAM!

Steel chair straight to the face of Gavin Stephens as he falls straight onto his back, his forehead splitting open as blood begins to cover his face! Gavin hits the canvas hard, barely moving, likely knocked out from the impact of the strong shot of the steel chair...

Adams: Wow, I was NOT expecting that...

Simone: I didn’t even think Gavin had any enemies...

Adams: With an attitude like his, and the history, I understand this completely...

Andrew Watts smirks as he looks down at the blood dripping from the forehead of Gavin Stephens. Watts then turns and looks at the steel chair, tossing it to the ground and leaning over, grabbing Gavin by the hair and lifting him to his feet. Gavin is clearly out and has no way to fight back as Watts slams Gavin face first into the steel chair, Gavin’s face bouncing off of the steel chair and staying on top of it. Watts smirks and then looks towards the turnbuckle, Watts grabs Gavin by the hair, lifting him up as Watts heads for the turnbuckle as he hops up to the middle turnbuckle, looking down at Gavin, holding him up by the hair... jumping high into the air and….

Smash!

Watts hits some kind of modified version of a curb stomp, jumping from the middle rope and stomping the back of Gavin’s head straight into the ground as his face smashes straight into the steel chair and is sandwiched between the chair and Watts big black leather boot! Gavin is defenseless and clearly out… and Watts is smirking, loving every second of it

Simone: Well THAT… definitely wasn’t the Highlight...

Adams: No, it definitely was not, but it looks like it hurts WAY more than any Highlight I have ever seen...

Watts now has a microphone in his hands, he sits down Indian style next to Gavin who is bleeding and completely out. Watts puts his free hand on the upper back of Gavin, patting him on the back as he begins to speak, a sadistic smile on Watts face!

Andrew Watts: Gavin… it’s okay Gavin. The Visionary, the former REJECT, the one that couldn’t handle the heat so he up and disappeared. It’s okay Gavin, leaving “friends” behind, just giving up on people who had your back, which is obviously what you need, friends to have your back, carry you along the way. Because look where walking alone has gotten you Gavin. I mean, losing to a washed up has-been like Simon Jones, lying in a puddle of your own disgusting blood, completely unconscious. Some of us Gavin, we are meant to walk alone, or we lead the pack, like the head wolf. The only problem is Gavin, I am that main wolf… and you, you’re nothing but a follower, as bad as you want to be the one who leads, you never will be, and that is your downfall. It’s okay Gavin, it’s okay...

Watts taps the back of Gavin again, as if this is giving him some sort of comfort or show of sympathy or something. Watts continues to smile sadistically as he continues to talk!

Andrew Watts: I hope you liked that move Gavin, it’s something new, something I have practiced in my time away… something I have completely perfected. It felt nice didn’t it? Eh, I guess when you wake up you can answer that for me. You see Gavin, over the weeks I have promised to destroy SCW, take out the trash, show everyone in the SCW Universe how trash infested this federation is. People sucking their way to the top, both definitions of sucking… I bet your pretty little Mikah knows a lot about that, I mean come on, look at how she talks to Mark Ward...

The fans react to this, a few “oh shits” and a few just shocked that Watts went there about Gavin’s wife. Watts nods his head, looking down at Gavin, getting a bit closer to the ear/head area of Gavin!

Andrew Watts: SCW did me wrong, and now I am determined to do SCW wrong… SCW will pay, and it starts at December to Dismember Gavin… and it starts with YOU Gavin. That’s right, Andrew Watts returns to the SCW ring and his first victim, the man who sits in a puddle of blood right before me, the man who couldn’t handle being a REJECT and the man… who is going to have to rewatch this because he wasn’t strong enough to stay conscious through the whole thing. It’s okay though Gavin, you’ll enjoy the video when you re-watch, but there is ONE thing I want you to do really good for me Gavin, will ya? When you watch this video over again, pay attention to the move I just hit you with, and why? Because there won’t be no Highlight this time around, that is old news… the boot that you just felt crush your skull… is the same feeling you will feel at December to Dismember, so I want you to remember the damage. I just hope you wake up by then… old pal...

The fans are literally in silence as Watts stands to his feet, tossing the microphone and making sure it drops on Gavin before hitting the ground. Watts just stares down at Gavin, a blank stare as backstage workers and officials begin to run towards the ring to aid Gavin and make sure he is okay.

Simone: Wow, it looks like Andrew Watts is officially back...

Adams: And with a bang too… wow, that move could end a career… it has to be banned...

Simone: All I know is I hope Gavin is okay, because I would LOVE to see Gavin Stephens go head to head with Andrew Watts at December to Dismember III…

Adams: I think the majority would agree with you on that one Simone… I can’t wait to see these two square off with one another.

Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm just getting word from the back that our own Head of Talent Relations, Erik Staggs, has some important business to attend to, inside of the ring!

The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing a n SCW logo polo shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he smirks out at the cheering crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the cheers as if they power him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his signature smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the cheering finally dies down. He slowly paces back and forth as he smiles, enjoying the applause.

Erik: As some of you may know, last week, we heard a challenge given, and accepted, for one of the most brutal matches Sin City Wrestling has ever witnessed in the past... a Taipei Deathmatch!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

Erik Staggs pauses for a second as the fans react to the announcement. Erik smiles for a moment before clearing his throat, and essentially quieting down the audience. Once he has their attention, his eyes lower momentarily.

Erik: Unfortunately, after the outcome of the last Taipei Deathmatch, the carnage of which was exceeded only by such bloodbaths as Odette Ryder versus Vixen in a Barbed Wire Match... Giani Di Luca versus Goth in an I Quit Match... and the infamous Hardcore Brawl between Roxanne and Misty... we cannot allow this match to...

Crowd: WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!

Adams: Careful Staggy, or they just might come for your blood!

Erik: *AHEM!* We cannot allow this match to take place without the one element all three of those matches had...

Erik turns his clipboard around as the camera zooms in to reveal a waiver, which gets the fans cheering again

Crowd: WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!

Erik: And so long as there were no cold feet within the last seven days, it is blood you will get!

Crowd: *POP!!!*

Erik: So, if I could please g...

Before Erik can finish his sentence, the lights in the venue die down to a dim red as "Sex Metal Barbie" plays over the speakers. Without the usual theatrics, Celeste North walks out onto the stage, a bag in one hand, and a liquor bottle in the other. She takes a swig of the bottle before walking right to the ring, paying no mind the the jeers she's receiving until one person throws a drink on her. Her eyes grow wide and she smashes the bottle against the barricade, pointing the sharp edge of the bottle at the fan as she speaks in a low tone to them. A whistle into the microphone gets her attention back on the ring as she continues walking toward it. She flings the bag over her shoulder and marches up the ring steps, making a quick entrance into the ring. She wastes no time in grabing the microphone from Erik's hand, gaining a dirty glare from him as the light quickly return to normal and the music fades out. Before Celeste can say a single word, the crowd starts a chant.

Crowd: BATHROOM BREAK! BATHROOM BREAK! BATHROOM BREAK!

Celeste: Do what you gotta do. I didn't come out here for you. I came out here for...

Celeste turns toward Erik, however, her eyes rest firmly on the waiver on the front of his clipboard. She wastes no time in grabbing the clipboard from Erik's hand, impatiently waving her hand for a pen. Erik fumbles around in his pockets for one, but it isn't fast enough for Celeste.

Celeste: Put a move on it before I sign it in your blood, E-Rock...

Erik narrows his eyes at her as he slowly finds his pen. He takes his time, daring her to try it. She scoffs and bounces impatiently as Erik slowly begins to extend the pen toward her when they are both cut off by...

HEAR ME NOW!!!!!

The words are screamed by Rob Flynn as the lights come back on and the song kicks into high gear. Jessie steps out from the backstage area, and the crowd gives off a mixed reaction to her. Jessie ignores them as she wastes little time in making her way down to ringside. She slides in under the bottom ropes as she throws up the horns. She marches over to Celeste and rips the microphone out of her hand just as rudely as she had done to Erik.

Jessie: Well, well, well. It looks like Ms. Sex Metal Wannabe is just as eager as I am to get this match made official.

Celeste nods her head rapidly as Jessie chuckles into the microphone.

Jessie: You've been wrestling for, what... two minutes now? Do you even know what a Taipei Deathmatch even is?

Celeste slowly nods her head as she brings the bag from over her shoulder. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a roll of white tape, holding it up to show Jessie. Once she's sure that her point has been made, she tosses it over her shoulder. She then pulls out a bottle of Elmer's Glue, waving it around before giving it the same treatment. Jessie nods her head in a fake sense of amazement.

Jessie: I see you've done your homework. Maybe you aren't as stupid as you look and sound. Almost as stupid though.

Jessie has a good laugh, and the crowd joins her. Celeste does not look too pleased at hearing this. Jessie turns to Erik and motions for the pen and waiver. She quickly signs it and then turns to the audience to gloat when Celeste reaches into her bag and pulls out a glass bottle. Without warning of any kind, she smashes it over the back of Jessie's head, causing Jessie to fall to the ground, dropping the clipboard as Erik stares on in horror. Celeste picks up the microphone as she stands over Jessie, who is holding onto the back of her head.

Celeste: Oops, sorry... I forgot a very important part of the Taipei Deathmatch... broken glass. A word of warning, Jessica... never turn your back on the Homocidal Queen...

Celeste drops the microphone and then picks up the clipboard. She pries the pen out of Jessie's hand, and then dips it in the blood on the back of her head as she scratches her name into the waiver and shoves it into Erik Staggs' chest. She raises her hands in the air as "Sex Metal Barbie" begins playing over the speakers. The audience boos as Erik stops Celeste from going anywhere near Jessie. Celeste gives it a few tries, but gives up relatively fast. She walks over to the apron, starting to exit when Jessie leapfrogs over Erik out of nowhere and crashes into Celeste, knocking her down to the apron. She gets back up and pulls Celeste through the ropes by her hair before delivering a series of headbutts before showing off her own brawling abilities by sending Celeste to the ground with a rock hard Uppercut!

Simone: It looks like December 2 Dismember has come early this year!

Adams: Erik has a hold of Jessie, stopping her from attacking Celeste, and this has got to be the first time I've ever seen Erik not enjoying putting his hands on a Bombshell!

Jessie tries her hardest to get past Erik without actually hitting him. He tries to talk some kind of sense into her, but she charges past him and grabs onto Celeste's hair, yanking her back up. However, as she does, Celeste grabs hold of her bag, and swings it with all of her might, slamming the heavy bag against her head in the process. We can hair a loud shattering as Celeste empties the bag partially onto the mat, shattered glass flying everywhere as the fans actually cheer for Celeste now. She picks Jessie up off of the mat and quickly slams her on top of the broken glass as she gets a sick smile on her face.

Simone: Erik Staggs basically just allowed them to sign a waiver that says, no matter what they do to one another, SCW is not liable, and these ladies are taking advantage of that!

Adams: We haven't gotten to see much from Celeste, but she's kind of psychotic. Is it bad that this gives me a throbbing feeling in my knickers?

Celeste picks up her bag once more and dumps the remaining broken glass onto the outside of the ring, giving it a few good shakes to make sure every bit of glass is out on the floor. She picks Jessie up, ready to fling her into it when Jessie slides down her back and shoves her over the ropes. Celeste teeters on the edge as Jessie goes for a Dropkick, but Celeste side steps it. She grabs onto Jessie's hair to balance herself, and the two get into an all out bloody slug fest. Security rushes down to the ring to try to break things up, but they don't have an easy time.

Simone: The crowd wanted blood, and blood they shall have!

Adams: Again, why do I find this to be so hot??

Security is finally able to break the two apart, as both ladies growl and try to claw one another over the bulking security guards. The guards get Celeste down from the apron as her feet crunch on broken glass. Two guards hold Jessie back as Celeste celebrates having the slightest edge by raising her hands. Security stands in front of her to make sure she doesn't try anything. However, it isn't Celeste that makes a move, but Jessie, as she dives through the security guards in front of her, through the ropes, and on to, not one, not two, but three security guards on the outside, sandwiching them on top of Celeste, driving her back hard against the glass as she shrieks in pain. Both ladies lay there in the glass, writhing as they try to get up.

Simone: If this is only a preview of what we can expect at December 2 Dismember, the parents might want to put their kids to bed early, because this is going to be a wild one!

Adams: Anything that involves two hot birds with glass taped to their fists is going to be a wild one... I can't wait!

The cameras fade into the backstage area as Travis Nathaniel Andrews seems to be talking to someone.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You keep asking for people to stand up but do you really expect much from a bunch of spineless twits?

The camera turns around to see who Travis is talking to, SCW co-owner Hot Stuff Mark Ward

HS: I thought that some people would see that standing up along side me, would help their careers greatly, but it looks like half the roster are stupid to see what I can do for them.

Travis nods his head while placing his hand underneath his chin.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: That is why I was the first person to make it publicly known that I will be Mr. SCW until this ACW nonsense is over.

HS: And that is what shows you actually have a brain in that head of yours. These people should know better than to stand against me, when I can make their lives a living hell.

Travis nods his head again while chuckling.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: If we can't get these simpletons to join our cause then I will just turn one of TEAM ACW's loyalists against them. Let's see how Drake responds to his best friend opposing him.

HS: I like where you're going with this. Turn them against Drake, make them an offer they can't refuse, make Drake Green see that he's actually got nothing at all and that his little crew are there just to ride his coat tails. I like it.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I guess Drake will just have to deal with it.

Both men share a laugh as the cameras show Travis shaking hands with Mark Ward. The cameras cut back to ringside as Adams and Simone are trying to make sense of this.

Simone: If Travis joins forces with Hot Stuff then things could get bowling shoe ugly.

Adams: What's so wrong with these two working together?

Simone: Think about it Jason. Hot Stuff wants ACW out in the worse way and Travis will basically do whatever it takes to keep his spotlight.

Adams: I still don't see anything wrong with two grown men sharing a laugh.

Scene opens backstage, 'Stoner' Scott Oliver standing in front of an SCW banner with the Internet Champion Sean Jackson standing to his side. Standing on the other side of the Mental Rapist is his advocate and attorney Marshall Owens.

The Internet Champion, not scheduled to wrestle is wearing a very expensive tailor made suit with the Internet Championship draped over his shoulder. Receiving his cue, 'Stoner' turns to the Internet Champion and the interview begins.

Oliver: "Sean, several days ago Lord Raab went on record stating that he had accepted your challenge..."

This draws a million dollar smirk from the native of Dallas, Texas.

Oliver: "For a match, but only if he got you in an inferno match."

That smirk quickly disappears.

Jackson: "There you go 'Stoner', once again the so-called monster of SCW proves he is afraid of me."

You can tell Mr. Jackson is not thrilled about this match.

Jackson: "By wanting the match to take place in an inferno, he's hoping that I will change my mind and let him off the hook. But what he doesn't realize is that a pure wrestler will beat a gimmick wrestler any day of the week, and I will definitely prove that at the pay per view."

The Mental Rapist turns his attention to the camera.

Jackson: "For weeks you ducked me Raab. For weeks you ran like a scared little bitch, making appearances in every promotion BUT SCW, hoping that by closing your eyes..."

The camera begins to pan in tight.

Jackson: "That by hiding under the covers, the evil Sean Jackson would just go away. Well guess what Raab, I'm not going anywhere. I am the SCW Internet Champion, I'm the one wearing gold, and you are just a pretender taking up a roster spot."

The former world champion has no problem spewing venom.

Jackson: "You dared to call me out by name, then dared to minimize my accomplishments here as if you could ever be on my level. Well Raab, you had better understand something with me, because at the pay per view, I'm going to cover the wrestling ring with your blood."

The eyes of the Dallas native narrows, the nostrils flare. He isn't hiding the fact he wants to injure the man known as Lord Raab, and in his own match.

Jackson: "After I crack your skull open with my high knee, I will bathe the canvas in your blood while I drag your lifeless body towards the flames licking at the ring ropes."

The Internet Champion points to the camera, the message aimed directly at Raab.

Jackson: "And then, as I spread your body over the flames, catching your entire body on fire...the referee will have no choice but to award me the match. But it doesn't end there Raab, no it doesn't even come close to ending there. With your little bitch Samuel watching, I will dismember your punk ass right there in front of him, right there in front of everyone in Cancun..."

The camera now pans in tight.

Jackson: "Sending you straight to hell."

As this interview takes a twisted turn, 'Stoner' tries to get it back on track.

Oliver: "Obviously, this is a match that favors Raab so..."

Jackson: "Wait, exactly why would it favor Raab?"

The interruption catches 'Stoner' by surprise. He then quickly recovers with a response.

Oliver: "Well, he did suggest it Sean."

And to that the SCW Internet Champion shrugs.

Jackson: "So?"

Oliver: "Well, it just stands to reason that..."

Jackson: "Stands to reason what?"

'Stoner' stands there, speechless.

Jackson: "Exactly. I am the Internet Champion 'Stoner', not Raab. I am the guy who won three world championships here in SCW, not Raab. I am the guy who was voted 'Man of the Year' as well as 'Wrestler of the Year' here in SCW, not Raab. So to stand there and claim that Raab has the advantage over me in anything, is absurd at best."

Sean taps the faceplate which bares his name.

Jackson: "And I will be more than happy to prove it."

Without saying another word, the Mental Rapist and Marshall Owens step away from 'Stoner" and their departure is followed by the fade.

We cut to the back as Isabella Kincaid is standing beside Pussy Willow. Isabella doesn't look to thrilled to be talking to Pussy.

Pussy: Isabella. thank you for agreeing to speak to me.

Isabella: Why am I even here?

Pussy: You may have an inside scoop on this list Candy spoke about last week. Can you tell us anything?

Isabella glares at Pussy while scoffing.

Isabella: Why do you care? That is Candy's business.

The sound of high heels smacking the ground echo as the camera pans over to show Candy Overton walking towards them. Pussy gulps a bit when she stops.

Candy Overton: If it isn't my favorite moron. What are you asking about this time?

Pussy moves the microphone over towards Candy.

Pussy: What is this list you were talking about last week? Why is Melanie Gabrielle on it?

Candy rolls her eyes while before looking down at Pussy.

Candy Overton: Are you really that dense? That list is the name of all those bitches who don't deserve to be in the spotlight any longer. Melanie just happens to be on it.

Pussy: What happens to those who get placed on it? Who else is on the list?

Candy Overton: You know Pussy, this little interview is over.

Candy laughs a little before slamming her shoulder right into Pussy. Her entourage laughs more as they disappear around the corner.

TAPEI DEATH MATCH
Celeste North vs Jessie Salco

Justin: The following contest is a singles match. Introducing first, being accompanied by Ethan Brody...

"The End" by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, Axel and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers, the two stand on the stage looking around at the audience. After a moment they turn to one another, raising their arms up and slap hands as the two glare at one another, the two then step away and walk down the aisle way with Axel acknowledging the crowd more than Brody.

Justin: From Galvaston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and sixty four pounds, he is one half of the SCW Tag Team Champions, he is Landon Axel!

Ethan steps up onto the ring apron whilst Axel climbs the steps and walks along the apron to the opposite apron, Brody steps in as Axel climbs the rungs of the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd with Brody standing near the ropes with his arms raised, Axel steps on the top rope and jumps into the ring. The two step into their assigned corner as the referee walks over to them as the music slowly fades away.

Justin: And his opponent, being accompanied by Connor Murphy...

The lights in the arena go out as the beat to "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers. As the electric organ picks up, a red light flashes across the screen as random faces begin to show on the screen. As the words start up, men and women in masks and hoodies file out through the curtains. The lights come on at a dim tone, flashing as the seven figures make it down to the ringside area. As the music picks up, two of the figures pulls their hoods back, yanking his mask off to reveal Tim Staggs and Connor Murphy.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, he is Tim Staggs!

Tim jumps onto the ring apron, focused as he steps through the ropes. He paces back and forth, and the lights turn up some as he looks up. He then removes his jacket and tears away his black pants to reveal his wrestling outfit. He jogs backward and rests in one of the far corners, sinking down to a seated position as he contemplates, while Connor enters to give him some final words of advice.

The referee points for Ethan and Connor to leave the ring and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: When you talk about opposites, this is the very definition of the word.

Adams: But opposites attract so Paula Abdul tells me, she took one step forward and two steps back to prove that.

Simone: Ugh, we have experience against youth here.

The two men lock up and Landon moves behind Tim, lifting him off his feet and slamming him face first in to the mat. Landon stands up and Tim gets to his feet. Landon nails Tim with a huge clothesline, knocking the Nobody down to the canvas. Tim crawls his way to the corner and Landon moves over, lifting up his boot and stomping on his chest. Landon starts to unleash stomp after stomp on Tim as he sits in the corner.

Simone: Some mudhole stomping going on right there.

Adams: Does a mudhole add to the value of a house? Been thinking about getting one.

Landon pulls Tim to his feet and pulls his arm back before unleashing a huge chop across the chest of Tim, the sound echoing around the arena. As Tim stumbles out of the corner, Landon bends Tim down and pulls him in to a pump handle slam position. Landon lifts him up and drops him with a pumphandle slam. Tim crashes hard in to the canvas and Landon returns his feet, quickly pulling the younger man with him. Landon whips Tim in to the ropes and as he flies back, Landon picks him off his feet and spins one hundred and eighty degrees to plant him with a spine jarring swinging pendulum backbreaker! Landon rolls on top of Tim as Ethan watches from the outside with a serious look on his face. Holly Wood drops down to make the count.

1...
2....

Tim gets a shoulder up

Simone: Landon in full control here.

Landon picks Tim up and catches him with a quick shot to the jaw, before bouncing off the ropes. As he gets to the ropes, Connor puts out an arm to trip him.

Adams: I don't think he fell over the ropes ref.

Holly Wood points at Connor, who throws his hands up in innocence. Ethan quickly moves around the ring, stand in Connor's face and yelling at Connor who smirks at him. Holly yells at them to step apart and Ethan backs off, pointing at his own eyes and at Connor.

Adams: Universal sign for I got my eyes on you.... Stooge sign for Imma poke ya in the eye.

Back in the ring, Landon starts to crawl but Tim is back on his feet. He drops a leg across the neck of Landon, forcing his head in to the canvas. Tim bounds to his feet and stomps on Landon.

Simone: Smart move by Tim, keeping someone down who out weighs him by sixty pounds plus.

Tim pulls Landon to his knees and hits him with a quick jab before pulling him fully on to his feet. Tim whips Landon to the ropes and waits for him to return before jumping up with a spinning heel kick, catching him on the jaw and knocking him to the canvas. Tim pulls Landon to his feet and grabs him by the side of the head before charging with a running bulldog. Tim jumps in the air and plants the bigger man in to the canvas. Connor cheers him on as Tim stays on the attack, lifting Landon and kicking him in the gut. He hooks up both arms and drops him face first with a double arm DDT! Tim rolls Landon on to his back and Holly Wood drops down to make the count.

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2....

Landon kicks out!

Simone: Tim needs to do a bit more to put this veteran star down.

Tim moves behind Landon and lifts up his back, getting him in a seated position while he gets on to his feet. He pulls back a leg and plants a boot in to the spine of Landon, the sound of boot against skin echoing around the arena. Tim drops down, putting on a reverse chin lock to wear down the bigger man before switching it to a sleeper hold.

Adams: Good tactics, because bad man can't hurt you if bad man is asleep.... Unless the bad man is Freddy Krueger. He can get ya in your sleep.

Landon instinctively throws a hand in the air before trying to force himself to his feet, but Tim tightens the hold. Landon starts to force himself to his feet and fight back. He plants his feet firmly and pushes himself against Tim, forcing the younger man to push back, making the two stand up. Tim tightens the hold but Landon reaches for his hands. Tim jumps, wrapping his legs around Landon, forcing up the pressure, but Landon drops backwards and drives Tim in to the canvas!

Adams: Clean up in isle three, there's a Tim shaped smudge that needs mopping.

Landon rolls off of Tim, rolling over and Tim holds on to his chest. Landon catches his breath as he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Tim slowly gets to his feet and Landon moves behind him, placing Tim's arm over his shoulder and lifting his closest leg up. Landon lifts Tim up and drops him with a shinbreaker, keeping hold of Tim, he lifts him again and drops him with a second shinbreaker. Landon holds on and catches him with a third shinbreaker before throwing Tim to the mat.

Simone: Multiple shinbreakers from Landon Axel!

Tim rolls away, holding the attacked area and Landon moves in. Landon stalks around Tim, waiting for him to get to his feet and Tim stands, his back towards Landon. Landon wraps his arms around Tim and lifts him over with a belly to back suplex, crashing Tim head first in to the back of the canvas. Tim rolls over as Landon gets to his feet. Landon pulls Tim up with him and hooks him up from behind, before taking Tim down with a reverse DDT! Landon pulls himself on top of Tim and goes for the cover. Holly Wood drops down to make the count.

1...
2....

Tim barely gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Landon is wearing the youngster down.

Adams: So much so, if it was me in the ring, I'd be asking for a pillow and a blanket cause I'd be so sleepy.

Landon gets to his feet and gets in position, looking at Tim and urging him to get back to his feet, waving his hand up in the air.

Adams: I think we know what Landon is thinking here and it ain't about Tweetie Pie.

Simone: He could be getting set for the Death Sentence.

Before Landon can strike, Connor quickly jumps up on the ring apron, goading Landon to come towards him. Landon looks towards Connor, taking a step towards him, but Ethan Brody charges around the outside of the ring and gets to Connor's feet and pulls him off the ring apron. Connor's face bounces off the ring and Ethan spins him around, planting him with a shot.

Adams: Action in the ring, action out of the ring, freaking action everywhere!

Connor fires back and the two men start exchanging heavy shots before Connor takes control. He grabs Ethan by the head and charges him towards the steel steps, but Ethan puts a foot on the steps, and catches Connor with an elbow to the gut before whipping him towards the barricade, but Connor reverses it, sending Ethan crashing in to it.

Simone: Ethan down.

Adams: But Landon is distracted by this.

As Jason as said, a distracted Landon looks outside the ring, giving Tim a chance to recover in the ring and stand behind him. Tim moves behind him and wraps his arms around Landon, catching him by surprise and lifting him over with a German suplex, keeping his fingers locked, he lifts him for a second, then a third!

Adams: Damn, that little dude has some serious strength!

With Landon on the floor, Tim wastes no time locking in the Scorpion Cross Lock!

Simone: Untitled No. 1!

Adams: And Landon has nowhere to go!

As Tim pulls back further, Landon, in the middle of the ring, has nowhere to go! He holds on for a few seconds before quickly tapping out! Holly Wood calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match.... TIM STAGGS!

Simone: I don't believe it, Tim Staggs has defeated one half of the tag team champions!

Adams: That gives him a huge psychological edge going in to December 2 Dismember III.

Pussy Willow is seen backstage standing by the bombshell champion, Mikah. Mikah held an irritated look on her face as she tried to refrain from hitting Pussy Willow in the face.

Pussy: I'm standing here with the bombshell champion, Mikah! As you know Mikah, four other bombshells will compete later on tonight to get the chance to challenge you for the bombshell--

Mikah: MY Bombshell champiobship, you mean. It is MINE. Understand?

Pussy Willow looks a bit nervous having already experienced the wrath of Mikah once before.

Pussy: My apologies. Anyways, how do you feel about that?

Mikah simply just shrugs her slender shoulders.

Mikah: Is there a certain way that I'm SUPPOSED to feel about that? Because honestly? I don't give a flying fuck about that stupid match. I never gave a flying fuck about that stupid going for the gold tournament. Because I don't believe that every other bombshell deserves a chance to challenge me for my championship. You tell me why Lyah Lindberg got the opportunity to be in the tournament for example. Tell me, Pusscakes.

Mikah looks to Pussy Willow for an explanation.

Pussy: Every Bombshell was booked in the tournament. No Bombshell was excluded, Lyah included.

Mikah: Right, the ONLY reason Lyah got included is because she's sucking Drake Green’s dick on a daily basis. That is THE only reason she's here.

Pussy Willow once again looks a little uncomfortable.

Mikah: And then you have that scrub, Crystal Hilton got TWO fucking chances to take MY championship from me and she fucking failed horribly. But yet, did she get pulled from the tournament? No! That bitch still had another opportunity to win to go into the match tonight. I do not understand Christian Underwood’s train of thought at all.

Pussy: But if you had been in Crystal’s shoes, wouldn't you have wanted to be in the match you rightfully earned by beating Mercedes Vargas?

Mikah let's out a sinister laugh before pushing Pussy Willow a bit, but not enough to knock her over.

Mikah: Do you think that if I had been in Crystal's shoes that I would have had THAT many opportunities to be in a match for this championship? Because if you do, you are sadly mistaken. I would've gotten ONE shot, maybe at the championship and if I had failed to take it away from the champion, I would have been brushed off and pushed back to the bottom. Like it realistically should be.

Pussy: Christian Underwood told you on Twitter that he dared thought that you would. And your ring work is impressive. What do you think about that?

Mikah let's out another sinister like laugh before giving the interviewer a dirty look.

Mikah: Do you seriously believe that Christian REALLY thinks that? Tell me your thoughts on that. Please.

Mikah crosses her arms over her chest, covering up her new short that she'd paired with a pair of short turquoise shorts. She adjusts her championship on her shoulder before looking at Pussy Willow.

Pussy: Why would he say it if he didn't honestly believe it? Why would you still be the champion if he truly didn't want you to be?

Mikah: First of all, slut. Don't be turning my questions around to fit your little job description. And secondly, he has to look like he's a decent boss on Twitter, right? Because I'm sure he doesn't want to have any lawsuits filed against him. And obviously he'd rather have somebody else be the champion. Somebody that kisses his fat ass on a daily basis. I'm sure he wants his OWN Bombshell Champion that he can control and gloat about. He wants ALL of the champions on his side and not Marky Mark’s. But guess what?

Pussy Willow raises an eyebrow.

Mikah: I will NEVER be on his side. And as for right now, technically I'm Marky Mark’s Bombshell Champion. I work for him. Do you have any other birdbrained questions, slut?

Pussy: One last one, how is your marriage with Gavin Stephens going? Still fighting?

Mikah rolls her eyes at Pussy Willow.

Pussy: I mean it is obvious that you hate him. Everybody sees how you treat him on Twitter. Do you feel that he's beneath you? Maybe instead of being a bitch all the time, you should work on being a wife.

Mikah clenches her jaw before slapping Pussy Willow across the face.

Mikah: You don't have the right to ask those questions, slut. Maybe you should go away before I wrap you in my Cupid’s Choke hold and cut your oxygen off. This interview is over slut.

Mikah pushes Pussy Willow one last time as she pushes past her, walking away.

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.

The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst in to cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt with ACW written across it. Ben looks around the crowd, his trademark smile on his face. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman

He stands outside the ring, looking up at ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and in to the ring through the middle and top rope and spins in to the corner, climbing on the top rope and raising his hands. He quickly jumps down and moves towards the center of the ring, and Justin hands him a mic as the music dies down.

Ben: Alright people.

The crowd burst in to cheers.

Ben: And to you lovely locals that are not out here getting away from the snow and rain, hola amigos!

Ben smiles as the crowd cheer once more.

Ben: It's been an ol' speculative few weeks, ain't it? People wondering all things about this fella. It's been one long stream of talks about contracts, title shots, my relationship with Sam Marlowe, and that's just from you good people, but one thing was confirmed last week by the geezers in the boardroom and that is once more, I will be up against the fella known as Travis... Nathaniel... Andrews.

The crowd instantly boo at Travis' name.

Ben: Trust me people, I wanna do the same every time I hear his name, but ya know, look on the bright side, at least ya gonna see me kick him in the jacobs again.

The crowd cheer as Ben smiles, maybe not fully understanding what Ben means.

Ben: I know some of you are sitting thinking that I've beat him before and I have nothing to prove to him, but I see it through different peepers, I see it through the peepers of a fella who doesn't want one win over him, but I want two over him, not just two, two on the spin. I want him to see me as his bogey team... That's my "brits will get it" term for this week. I wanna make him remember my name big time as the geezer that turned him over at not one, but two supercards on the spin. It's gonna make it stick in his mind and hurt him more and more every time he sees me, every time he thinks about me, every time he...

Just before Ben can get that word out, "Drop Dead Cynical" blares through the sound system as Travis Nathaniel Andrews comes walking out onto the stage. The crowd bursts out into loud boos as he can't help but to smile. He is standing at the top of the ramp while spinning a microphone in his hand. He lifts the microphone up to his lips as the music fades.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Oh please continue Ben. Continue putting these great Mexican idgets to sleep with your constant butchery of the English language. You want to talk about me loving the sound of my own voice. Have you ever stopped to really listen these days? The only one who has talked more in during this entire rivalry is you.

Travis pauses for a little while pacing back and forth on the stage.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I know what you are thinking Ben. Why don't I come down to that ring and get right in your face? First off, I really don't want to be the reason you can't make it to December to Dismember. Second, your breath smells really bad. Did you eat a dead skunk some where along the way? I bet you are wondering just why the hell am I out here. Well, I thought I'd inform you about a slight alteration to our match at the supercard.

Ben cocks his head to the side as the distinct whispers can be heard flowing through the crowd.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You look confused. Well, let me clear things up okay. At December to Dismember I am going to be upping the stakes just a tiny bit. You see Ben, this match needs to be bigger. It needs to be the show stopper. It needs to standout on the card. That is why I've come up with this magnificent stipulation. If you win Ben then I will leave you alone.

Ben's eyes widen as Travis nods his head.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: That is right. I will leave you alone Ben. I will not lay another finger on you. That is if you can win. Now if I win then you MUST join Team SCW.

Ben's expression changes to something a little shocked as Travis is now making his way down the ramp.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: That's not the best part about this match Ben. Since we are going to be in Canada, we got to get them interested into seeing your boring ass in a match. What kind of match are we going to have?

Travis shrugs his shoulders as Ben is keeping his gaze on Travis.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I know you got a lot of people in the back who will jump to your side in a fight but so do I. You see Ben, this match of ours is going to get brutal. It's going to get bloody. It's going to get downright messy. And the reason for that is because we are going to be participating in a.....

Travis hops up onto the ring apron as Ben gets into a fighting stance. Travis holds up one hand while looking directly into Ben's eyes.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Ben, our match for December to Dismember 3 will be a Great White Falls Count Anywhere Street Fight. With one more stipulation adding onto this thing, anyone involved with you is barred from ringside. Ralph Lorenzo will also be left in the back for me. This will be a straight fight between the two of us. We are going to tear the roof down but Ben I'm going to do the one thing I should have done at High Stakes V.

Ben mouths "What?" while motioning for Travis to get into the ring. Travis sticks one leg through the ropes followed by the other one. He is finally standing in the ring as he and Ben are face to face. Ben continues to motion for Travis who just points behind Ben. Ben turns to see Ralph behind him. Ben throws a right which catches Ralph across the jaw. Ralph falls against the ring ropes as Ben turns back toward Travis. Just as he turns around, Travis nearly kicks his head off with a super kick. Ben falls to the mat as Travis stands over him.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I'm going to end you.

"Drop Dead Cynical" strikes back up as Travis slams the microphone down onto Ben's chest while raising both hands into the air.

Simone: Good this be the sight we see come December 2 Dismember

Adams: These two are going to kill each other. The undertaker might need to get a raise.

Climax Control switches backstage to Pussy Willow walking up to Melanie Gabrielle. Melanie was talking to her husband quietly. Sam looks over and it causes Melanie to turn around.

Pussy: Um…hi Mel, do you have a moment?

Melanie: Yeah sure. Sam go back to the locker room and make sure Lucy’s okay.

Sam nods and walks off leaving the two women behind. A cameraman runs up and the green light on it turns on. Pussy Willow smiles and Mel looks at her.

Pussy: Hello SCW! This is Pussy Willow and I’d like to introduce my guest “The SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion” Melanie Gabrielle.

The crowd cheers as Mel gets into frame shot.

Pussy: Thank you for your time Mel.

Melanie: Thanks for having me.

Pussy: I have to ask: Isn’t this your first interview here with SCW?

Melanie: Yes it is. Lucy, Sam and I are more or less private people so we tend not to do a lot of these. I mean no disrespect to anyone!

Pussy: No, no! I understand. So my next question is how is your sister Lucy? We haven’t seen her for a few weeks now.

Melanie: She’s doing good. Just been busy with somethings on our end. She’s here right now in the locker room.

Pussy: Well that’s good. You have your match later on against Samantha Marlowe and Roxi Johnson later on. Do you have a plan going in?

Melanie: Miss.Willow, I’ve been in this business for over four years. I’ve been fighting since a young age and the top thing you don’t do is this. You don’t tell your plan! Sorry but I plead the fifth.

Pussy: Uh-okay so for the last few weeks now we’ve seen Candy Overton-

The two hear clapping from behind Pussy.

The camera pans over too see Candy Overton entering the scene with her sister Hazel and good friend Isabella as Candy has a very sarcastic look on her face.

Candy Overton: What a great bedtime story? Melanie Gabrielle the savior of those who are stupid. Tell me something Melanie did you wake up stupid or is this your daily thing?

Pussy Willow looks rather disgusted at the attitude Candy is displaying.

Pussy: Candy, this is none of your concern. Please leave so I can finish this interview with someone who really matters.

Candy Overton: Really matters? Are you saying I don't fucking matter Pussy? Did those words just exit your lips? Let me tell you something Pussy, everything I fucking do matters. I don't care what anyone else has to say about it.

Pussy: Candy, why won't you just accept your not good and move on?

Isabella places a hand on Candy's chest while glancing at Pussy.

Isabella: If you were a wrestle then I would enjoy ripping your hair out of your head. Candy is just as good as anyone on this roster. She proved that in her first round match before she was screwed by Kiera Fisher.

Pussy: You sure can make up excuse after excuse.

Candy Overton brushes her friend's hand off while looking Melanie in the face.

Candy Overton: Melanie, I will admit that I didn't give you my very best at High Stakes V. However people should really open their ears once in a while. Before that night ended, I made a vow that I wouldn't rest my head on my own pillow until I get what I want. Katie Steele should have jumped at the opportunity when it arrived. Now Melanie, I am going to make it real simple for you. You can either face me the show after December 2 Dismember for your Bombshell Roulette Championship or watch me annihilate your pathetic sister. It's your choice. make it count.

Candy laughs after saying that before slamming her shoulder into Melanie while walking past her.

Justin: ladies and gentlemen! The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the final match in the Going For the Gold tournament!

The crowd cheers!

Adams: Oh man! We're finally going to see who will challenge Mikah for the Bombshell Championship at December 2 Dismember!

The lights turn pink, red and purple as "Evil Angel" by: Breaking Benjamin plays. Melanie Gabrielle walks out with her sword in hand.

Justin: Introducing first! From Copenhagen, Denmark, weighing 130 pounds, she is the Bombshell Roulette Champion -- Melanie Gabrielle!

She raises it up into the air and lets out a battle cry. 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.

Justin: And her opponent...!

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

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

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

Justin: And their opponent...!

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it.

Justin: From Tampa, Florida, weighing 132 pounds, she is one-half of the World Bombshell Tag Team Champions -- Roxi Johnson!

She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.

Adams: of this is going to be sweet!

Backstage, Mikah is seen watching the monitor with interest.

Simone: I had a feeling the champion would have her eyes on this one.

Adams: Well of course! She wants to know who she's defending against!

Jasmine finishes checking all three women for foreign objects and then calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the sound of the bell both Roxi and Melanie begin to eye Sam like hunters eyeing their prey.

Simone: It looks as if we might be seeing the forging of an alliance between the two champions.

Adams: Yeah like that's gonna last!

Sam suddenly darts forward and spears Melanie, taking her down and begins an assault of forearm shots to the head until Roxi quickly grabs her by the arm and drags her off before felling her with a swift short-arm clothesline!

Adams: Poor Sam! How can she defend herself when she's being double teamed by two of the best SCW has?

Melanie gets to her feet and she grabs Sam and pulls her up and lays in a fist to her jaw that knocks the up and coming rookie sensation into Roxi who decks her with a forearm of her own and knocks her right back to Gabrielle for a kick to the midsection that doubles Ms. Marlowe over at the waist!

Adams: I can't believe we're seeing Roxi getting this rough!

Simone: Well she wants to win this tournament that badly and go on to challenge Mikah in two weeks!

Roxi and Melanie each grab hold of one of Sam's arms and the two champions Irish whip her across the ring into the opposite corner. Sam's back rams against the turnbuckle, causing her to ricochet out of the corner where Roxi and Melanie link hands and greet her with a double clothesline! Sam fights to return to her feet, but only in time for Roxi and Melanie to leave their own and send the young rookie back down with a double dropkick right to the sternum, knocking her right out through the ropes and unceremoniously to the floor!

Adams: Sam is out of the ring!

Simone: That leaves the two champions in the ring together, so are they gonna hook up or what?

Adams: I don't think Melanie swings that way Belinda.

Simone: Oh for the love of...

Melanie and Roxi turn to face the other and immediately lunge forward, engaging in an immediate lock up, collar and elbow style!

Simone: here we go!

Melanie ducks behind the World Tag Champion and rolls her up into a reverse cradle!

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Roxi kicks her off!

Adams: Maybe it's just me but when those two are wrestling each other like this, it's just going to give Sam a chance to heal up and get back in there.

Simone: You actually had a coherent thought.

Adams: Yeah I was pretty proud of that one.

Simone: Don't worry. It'll only hurt for a moment.

Both women jump to their feet. Roxi reaches quickly around Gabrielle's legs and pulls her feet out from under her and somersaults over into a bridge.

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Melanie gets a shoulder up!

Melanie and Roxi quickly get back up to a standing position and extend their hands for a shake, a respectful show of sportsmanship. The fans applaud.

Simone: A rare display of good sportsmanship. I'm a bit surprised that Melanie went for it.

Adams: Why? She's in there with one of the Bombshell division's greats.

Simone: Melanie just seems a little ... rougher around the edges I guess, than Roxi does.

However unseen by either woman, Sam has recovered and climbs up to the top turnbuckle! Roxi and Melanie turn around and Sam Marlowe flies off of her perch and wipes out both champions out with a double high cross body!

Adams: Atta girl! You're back in this!

The crowd cheers while Sam pulls Melanie to her feet and rams her face-first into turnbuckle! Samantha quickly turns the Roulette Champion around and brings her out of the corner with a smooth monkey flip, sending her opposition skidding across the canvas! Sam then 'kips up. and turns her attentions over to Roxi who is back on her feet. Sam grabs her and goes for an Irish whip but Roxi counters with a reversal and sends her into the ropes instead! Sam comes off and Roxi scoops her up and Marlowe takes her over to the mat with a flying head scissors takedown! Roxi stumbles to a vertical base, caught off guard by Sam's come back, and Sam grabs her around the waist from behind and runs her into the ropes for a roll up but Roxi hangs on and throws her off. Roxi turns around and Sam ducks a wild swing by the Tag Champion and then tucks her head under Roxi's arm and takes her over with a Northern Lights suplex into a bridge!

Simone: Does she have her??

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Melanie baseball slides into Sam's head!

Simone: Damn it! That right there is the big risk when it comes to triple threat matches! In order to pin one opponent, you have to take out the other one first!

Adams: Easier said than done!

Melanie grabs a handful of Sam's hair and strikes her with a forearm shot to the side of the head, staggering her and following up with a European uppercut! Melanie sends Sam into the far corner and comes right in at her with a double high knee to the sternum, catching Marlowe off guard and she falls to the corner on her backside! Melanie then dashes into the ropes as a recovering Roxi climbs up to the top of the neutral corner. Melanie comes off of the ropes and barrels right into the corner with a cannonball plancha, crashing right into Sam! Melanie then turns around and Roxi flies off and onto Gabrielle with a missile dropkick!

Adams: Don't ever count Roxi Johnson out of a match until that bell rings!

Roxi takes hold of Melanie and signals to the cheering crowd! She then sets her up and scores with the Blue Thunder Powerbomb!

Adams: Oh it is over!

Roxi jumps to her feet and leaps into the ropes and springs back into the Reality Bites 'Lionsault', landing hard atop of Melanie and she hooks the leg!

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Samantha breaks it up!

Simone: No it is definitely is not over yet!

Sam rises to her feet and nails repeated right forearm shots to the head of Roxi Johnson! She Irish whips Roxi into the ropes, but the Tag Champion ducks under the roundhouse kick attempt by Marlowe! Roxi then jumps onto the ropes and springboards off, catching Sam with a hurricanrana!

Simone: Roxi just took Sam's number!

Adams: Oh I don't know how Keira will feel about that!

Roxi goes to make a cover but Melanie grabs her by the hair and pulls her into a front facelock position and takes her down hard onto her skull with a lightning DDT! Melanie rolls right over on top of her with the cover, hooking the leg!

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Sam comes flying off of the top of the corner with a 360 splash on both women, breaking up the pin attempt!

Adams: Bloody hell! What a way to break up a pin!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Simone: Sam does not want to waste this golden opportunity!

Adams: For gold!

Melanie rolls off of Roxi and collapses into the corner. Sam signals the crowd and then runs in and jumps, landing on Melanie's sternum with the Bronco Buster, delighting the fans! Sam then stops and climbs off of Gabrielle and turns around and is struck had on by a spear courtesy of Roxi!

Adams: This is chaos! This is mayhem! And I'm having a GREAT TIME!

Roxi jumps to the middle rope and goes for a guillotine leg drop but Sam rolls out of the way and Roxi crashes on her tail bone!

Adams: Oh did you see her butt bounce!?

Sam quickly attempts to take advantage and she drags Roxi up into a front facelock and Melanie comes from out of nowhere and clotheslines Sam -- also causing Roxi to get DDTed!

Simone: Impressive chain reaction from Melanie!

Roxi is out and Sam rolls over onto her back, but this is bad as Melanie comes flying off the top of the near corner with a 630 senton!

Simone: Heaven and hell!

Melanie covers Sam and hooks the leg!

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2.....

Roxi slowly comes to and tries to break it up!
3!

The bell rings and the match is over!

Justin: Here is your winner of the Going For the Gold tournament, and Number One Challenger -- Melanie GABRIELLE!

Melanie gets both a positive and negative response from the crowd as Jasmine raises her hand in victory!

Adams: Wow! Melanie wins and she gets to meet Mikah at December 2 Dismember III! Hey! Does that also mean Melanie's Roulette title will be on the line!?

Simone: We are going to have to wait and see!

Backstage, the World Champion Mikah just smirks at the monitor and walks off...

The scene opens in the dressing room of the SCW Internet Champion, the Mental Rapist Sean Jackson. As he is sitting in his dressing room, the championship belt still slung over his shoulder, the Dallas native looks into the camera.

Jackson: "Mark Ward, now do you see how much influence I wield in this company? when you brought me here, there was a plan in place, a plan to rid the company of everything ACW."

The Internet Champion looks up to the ceiling, taking a deep breath before staring back to the camera.

Jackson: "To bring the championship back to Hot Stuff International, to bring an end to the man known as Drake Green, which I did. But somewhere along the way, you lost faith in me, turning your allegience towards a pretender..."

The Mental Rapist shakes his head, disappointment etched all over his face.

Jackson: "Named Lord Raab. Well now you have to live with that decision because I no longer have faith that you will do right by me. When I was cheated out of my world heavyweight championship, you did nothing. When I was cheated out of my match against Raab, again, you did nothing..."

The disappointment turns to anger.

Jackson: "As unforgiveable as those incidents were, they were nothing compared to you doing nothing while that bastard Syn put his hands on my wife. There were no suspensions, no fines, no nothing..."

His eyes narrow, the nostrils flare as the Internet Champion continues to spew his venom.

Jackson: "It was as if you were completely fine with the status quo. But as soon as I express an interest in joining Drake Green, then you want to get angry. Well as far as I'm concerned, you can take that anger and shove it up your ass because I no longer need you."

Pointing at the camera, Sean doesn't even try to hide his hatred.

Jackson: "From here on out, I will get exactly what I want, when I want it, and if anybody tries to stand in my way, I will mow through them by whatever means neccessary, and won't even shed a single tear. I got rid of Drake once, and very well could have done it again. But no, you had to throw your support behind that piece of trash Raab."

The Mental Rapist then cracks a slight smile, still managing to show his hatred.

Jackson: "Well now you have to live with that decision, because not only will I not get rid of him a second time, I'm actually throwing my support behind him...behind ACW..."

The Internet Champion pauses only momentarily.

Jackson: "And you've got no one to blame for that, but yourself."

fade to black.

Thousand Foot Krutch’s Untravelled Road begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, his hoodie open and a look of bad intentions on his face. Waving off his music, he moves down the ramp to the ring and rolls inside of it. Taking the microphone that is handed to him, he glares at the fans before running a taped hand through his hair.

Connor Murphy: Shut it off. Just shut it off NOW! I have something to say and I ain’t in the mood to play to the crowd tonight. So just keep it down while I talk and everything will be made clear.

Connor looks around as the fans are chanting and screaming. Rolling his eyes, he waves his wrist urging the crowd to calm down and get the noise out of their system. As they begin to calm, Connor starts to speak again.

Connor Murphy: You know what…I am so tired of being the joke of this federation. I get shot after shot and what happens? I get just to the point of winning and something stops the momentum and I am forced to eat a loss. Then what do the bosses in their golden offices do…throw me a bone by feeding me someone that isn’t any difficulty for me to beat. Now I hear that once again I am going to be handed a title shot at the supercard. Bravo Christian and Markie Ward. Haven’t had a laugh lately, have you? Well I have to tell you that I ain’t gonna be your dancing monkey much longer. I want you to realize something. I have beaten world champions and I have had wins stolen from me because you let the champ get away with cheating me. I should be the one with the Roulette title but you kept it on your golden goblin. That decision is going to come back and bite you where the sun don’t shine.

Now I hear you want me to get a shot at the tag titles with Tim Staggs and I have to applaud that. But I can’t tell if this is because the Guns for Hire are in Mark’s bad book or you think it will shut the Nobodies up, especially shutting me up. Okay, Tim and I may not want to fight for the tag titles but you in your infinite desire to push some kind of save SCW agenda want to see the GFH taken down a peg or two. Again, the Nobodies aren’t your dancing monkeys, so all I gotta say to you is bring on the tag match and then you watch and see what the Nobodies do to the tag titles.

With that, Connor smirks as he drops the mic and heads out of the ring making his way up the ramp as his music plays.

TITLE vs TITLE
Mikah - World Bombshell Champion vs Melanie Gabrielle - Bombshell Roulette Champion

The scene opens up backstage at the last Climax Control of the year where we see Steve, Cyrus and Andreas playing Cards Against Humanity to pass the time since Steve isn’t booked for tonight’s show.

Steve: Okay, blank, Kid Tested Mother Approved.

Steve, the Card Czar, says as his bodyguards look at their cards, Cyrus has a massive grin on his face as he plays his card whilst Andreas shakes his head as he plays his.

Steve: Okay, let me hear them!

Andreas: One thousand Slim Jims, kid tested, mother approved.

Steve: Lame.

Andreas: I know but it was the best I had.

Cyrus: Child Abuse, kid tested, mother approved.

Steve and Andreas nearly fall out of their chairs laughing at that card and he rights himself he awards Cyrus the point.

Steve: You win the game Steve!

Cyrus: I know, besides the camera’s here.

Steve looks up and sees the camera.

Steve: I’ll make this quick, anyone who wants a match at December 2 Dismember, you’re on!

Steve says before resuming the game as the scene fades.

The camera cuts backstage to where Ben Jordan his holding his face after the attack from Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches Ben as he sits on a bench.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hi Ben, I just wanna ask you about what Travis...

Ben puts up a hand to stop her talking.

Ben: You wanna know if I accept his stupid arse stipulations? It's a silly question darling. I know by accepting it, I have to turn my back on the company who made me a star, go against my own friends and not mention ACW again, just to get that little tosser off my case. Am I willing to put everything I am on the line to stop these sneak attacks.

Ben nods slowly at Rocky.

Ben: Too bloody right I am. Ya see Rocks, I'm a geezer that don't mind risking it all to leave something in the past and you will be just that. I will put it all on the line, because ya know what Travie boy.... I don't plan on losing. I will smack you around the ring more than Tyson Fury did last night against Klitschko and just like Tyson mate, I will be walking out of Decemeber 2 Dismember III with a victory to my name. I don't think I'll do what he did and have a sing after the match, but I will have that winning feeling. You'll have to deal with it Travis, because I'm coming to win.

Ben winks at Rocky as the scene fades out

Man in the Box hits through the sound system as the arena goes black except for a bright white light that shines through the entire entrance way. On the Titan Tron we see the name Goth appear with the figure of the classic clip of Alice In Chains with the sown shut eyes emerges behind the name. The figure that we know is Goth emerges with Sapphira by his side, holding his stick in his hand for blind and visual impaired as he moves to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps with the stick in front of him, helping him to climb the steps. He climbs through the ropes and hands Sapphira his stick before kissing her mouth and watches her walk to the time keeper.

Justin Decent: Introducing first, from New York…he weighs 249 pounds…GOTH! And his partner…

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. 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 towards the backstage curtain, waiting for her opponent.

Justin Decent: … From the Streets, she is a member of the Nobodies and is the current Bombshell Roulette champion…ALEXIS EDWARDS!

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

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

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

Boom-lay boom-lay, boom!

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

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

As the smoke clears, out walks Drake Green with a giant smile on his face 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.

Crowd: ACW! ACW! ACW!

Green, still with a large smile, stands tall in long black tights with his "DG" logo on each leg, a star in his waistband, and black matching kickpads with giant stars on the front. He is wearing black wristbands and his wet black, skin tight, t-shirt has his "ACW" written on the front and "BOOM" written on the back. Lyah wears her pink metallic pants and matching top with white boots. Drake 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, they both make their way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

Justin Decent: …and their opponents…Lyah Lindberg and Drake Green!

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 sits on the ropes and lets Lyah squeeze through the tops and middle rope before walking over to the opposite corner and climbing 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 Green: Helloooo Cancun, Mexicooooo!!!

Crowd: POP!

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

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake Green: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical TAG TEAM 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 Green: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

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

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd. He mouths the words "THANK YOU" to the crowd before handing over the microphone and the belt. Lyah and Drake share a couple whispers before the action gets started.

The four move towards their corners as Alexis and Lyah slide to the outside. Goth lunges forward as Drake says something to Lyah. As his partner screams, Drake’s head is rammed hard into the turnbuckle by the Roulette champion who taunts Lyah as he tries to slam Green’s head into the turnbuckle again but is blocked by Drake who manages to put his hands on the ropes and blocks the move. Goth tries harder to push him into the corner but Drake is able to send an elbow into the face of Goth which gets him some breathing space. Goth stumbles back slightly which allows Drake to charge towards him with a clothesline that takes him to the mat.

Goth and Drake both get to their feet and sizing each other up, lock up in a collar and elbow that Goth uses the leverage of to push Drake to the ropes. The pair roll towards the corner as Goth gains the advantage and begins to lift hard knees into the midsection of Drake who is doubled up with each one. Goth moves to the middle of the ring and then turning towards Drake once more charges in for a violent clothesline that misses as Drake drops to the mat. Rolling to the outside, Drake takes a moment to catch his breath. Goth leans over the ropes to try and pull Green back into the ring when Drake manages to grab him by the neck and choke him over the top rope as he drops to the floor. Goth flies backwards to the mat and catches at his throat. Rolling in the ring, he moves closer to the corner where Alexis is standing with her hand out.

Simone: Goth should be looking to make a tag here since Drake seems to have him on the ropes.

Adams: Literally!

Green rolls back into the ring and rushes towards Goth who manages to tag in Alexis who comes through the ropes and taunts Drake with a smile as she motions to Lyah and tells Drake he needs to leave the ring. Drake smirks as he looks back at his girlfriend then at Alexis. He says something that wipes the smirk off Alexis’s face. Lyah slides into the ring as Alexis moves towards Drake who smirks. She raises her hand with all bad intentions but is caught by Lyah midswing. Drake taunts Alexis to hit him but Lyah spins her around and whips her towards the corner. Drake moves slowly towards his corner backwards as Lyah is able to catch Alexis with an armdrag takedown that she turns into a headlock.

Alexis fights her way to her feet and whips Lyah into the ropes where she bounces off and shoulder blocks Alexis down. Lyah watches and with a smile, she rushes off the opposite rope to try the shoulder block again but is taken down with a spinebuster. Both women lay on the mat but Alexis is able to roll to the side where Goth is standing. Lyah rolls to her knees and then to her feet. Alexis also got to her feet but is taken back off them with a running leaping clothesline from Lyah who moves to grab Alexis who tags in Goth. Stepping through the ropes, Goth moves towards Lyah whose eyes widen in fear as she backpedals towards her own corner. Turning quickly, she rushes to tag in Drake who leaps over the top rope with a dropkick to Goth that floors him and sends him to the outside. Goth slowly gets to his feet as Drake moves to the corner and climbs to the top then launches himself towards Goth as the fans chant ‘Showtime’.

Adams: Drake Green has the crowd on their feet.

Simone: But will that be the added factor? I mean look at Drake, he is ready to fly right now

Adams: Not only is he ready to fly…he IS FLYING!!

Drake connects with Goth and both men are down at ringside as the referee stands at the ropes counting. Alexis drops from the apron and moves around the ring to help her partner which causes Lyah to drop to the floor and stand in front of Drake and Goth who are fighting to their feet as the count gets closer to ten. Finally both men roll back into the ring and get to their feet as their partners move back to their corners. Drake is able to get to his feet quicker and catches Goth from behind with a belly to back suplex. Getting to his feet, Drake grabs Goth and pulling him up hits another suplex, this time a belly to belly suplex brings Goth to the mat. Goth slams his hands on the canvas in frustration as Green turns to bask in the chants from the crowd. Goth sees this and takes advantage with a spear to the back of the champion then rolls him over for a pin that Drake makes a desperate move to pull his shoulder off the mat at two. Lyah screams at Drake to get up as Goth gets slowly to his feet. Picking up Drake, Goth looks over at Lyah then holding Drake by the head, begins headbutting him.

Drake manages to block Goth and uses a desperation hip toss to fight his way out of the move. Falling to his knees, he tries to crawl to Lyah who is bouncing on the apron and waving her hand for the tag. Sapphira rushes towards Lyah and grabs her foot in an attempt to pull her off the apron but Lyah is able to kick her away while being tagged in. Drake rolls out of the ring and to the floor as Lyah moves into the ring. Goth doesn’t move as Lyah motions for the referee to get Goth out of the ring. Drew Patton moves towards the roulette champion and motions for him to leave the ring. He grins at Drew and shakes his head no. Lyah stays behind Patton who begins to count. Goth moves backwards and then holds out his hand at the four count for the tag that Alexis takes. Sliding into the ring, she moves towards Lyah who is able to surprise Alexis with a superkick out of nowhere. Laying on the mat, Alexis is rolled over to her back and is pinned but kicks out at two. Lyah gets to her feet and then uses a snap suplex to bring Alexis to the mat for another pin. As Drew is making the count, Sapphire jumps on the apron to distract Drew who gets to his feet and moves to tell Sapphira to get off the apron. Alexis uses the distraction to headbutt Lyah on the bridge of her nose. Lyah grabs at her face and drops to her knees in pain. Sapphira drops to the floor as Goth smirks at the fans and Drake encourages his girlfriend to tag him in.

Simone: Drake and Lyah need to tag up because I think that Lyah may be hurt.

Lyah makes it to Drake and tags him in. Drake jumps into the ring and then motions for Alexis to make the tag with Goth. Smiling she moves right over to the Roulette champion and tags him in. Goth slides between the ropes, keeping part of him in the ropes to force Drew to push Drake back to allow him into the ring. Once Alexis steps on the outside, Goth turns and tags Alexis back into the ring. Smiling, Alexis slides back in and then motions to Drew to have him make Drake tag in Lyah. Lyah shakes her head in the negative but Drake has no option but to tag in Lyah. Standing in the corner, he talks to her, giving her a pep talk as she gingerly rubs her eyes, telling her to tag him right back in. Drew admonishes Green to get out of the ring. The partners trade places but before Lyah can tag in Drake, Alexis grabs her and pulls her to the middle of the ring then takes her to the mat with a hard short clothesline. Lyah gets to her hands and knees and tries to crawl to Drake but is grabbed by Alexis who pulls her up by the hair and taunts her about just how close Drake is. As she taunts Lyah, Goth gets to the floor and stalks around the ring and pulls Green off the apron. As he goes down, Drake hits the apron with his head and rolls to the side. Getting quickly to his feet, Green charges at a retreating Goth and using the steps as a launching pad, flies at the head of Goth as he turns around, hitting a tornado ddt on the floor of the arena.

Adams: Drake Green has taken out Goth

Simone: But neither of them are in the ring or the legal ones wrestling.

Adams: Yeah, and if Drake is not careful, Alexis is going to be able to do what she wants with Lyah in the ring if Lyah can’t tag out.

Inside the ring, Alexis picks up Lyah then flips the blonde onto her shoulder then spins with a powerslam to the canvas. Rolling quickly to her feet, Alexis grabs Lyah’s legs, flips her to her stomach then folds her legs over each other. Leaning forward, Edwards grabs Lyah by her hair and pulls her upwards to lock on a sleeper hold. Lyah screams in pain as she reaches towards the ropes. Alexis leans back more as she forces Lyah to tap out. Holding the sleeper on for a few more minutes before letting the hold go, Alexis gets to her feet and moves to the side as Drake rushes towards Lyah who lays prone on the mat. Goth stands on the outside of the ring, a maniacal look of glee on his face as Drake helps Lyah to sit up, glaring at Goth.

Justin Decent: Here are your winners…ALEXIS EDWARDS AND GOTH!!

As both get to their feet, Drake helps Lyah to the ropes then turns and motions for his belt. The referee hands Drake his world title belt and as soon as Drake goes to hold it high in the air… CRAAAAAAAAACK! …he gets blasted in the face with a steel chair.

Adams: Hot Stuff! It’s Mark Ward! He just hit Drake with that chair!

Lyah goes to confront Ward but she’s immediately knocked down to the canvas by Alexis Edwards who then rolls her under the bottom rope down to ringside and goes after her, attacking her as the crowd boos.

Adams: This isn’t right, Belinda.

Simone: It doesn’t look like he’s finished there either, Jason.

Drake deliriously tries to crawl away as Ward slowly takes off his suit jacket and tosses it down to the mat. He unties his silk tie and slips it off, chucking it down to his jacket. He slowly unbuttons and rolls his sleeves up as Drake, who finally stumbles to his feet, can barely open his eyes. SMACK!

Simone: RED HOT!

Hot Stuff lands his signature superkick to the chin of the world champion and Green falls back down to the canvas.

Adams: Drake is out cold!

The crowd’s boos intensify as Hot Stuff walks over to Drake, stands on top of him, and then lifts him up off of the mat by his hair, screaming in his unconscious face.

HS: This is MY HOUSE!

THUMP! THUMP THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Hot Stuff slams his knuckles into the face of Green over and over again. His face splits open and blood begins to pour out. It splatters all over Ward’s white shirt but that doesn’t stop him. After a few moments of beating, Ward shoves Green’s bloodied, swollen, unconscious face into the canvas. The crowd is quiet.

Adams: Oh my god.

Simone: Jason, I think Drake is hurt.

Adams: I think we need a doctor out here!

HS: Finish this piece of shit!

Ward yells out to Goth, who has been waiting in the corner. The Roulette Champion walks over and picks up Drake’s lifeless body. He cradles his head and then slams him forehead first into the floor of the six-sided ring.

Simone: CHAOS DDT!

Adams: Are you kidding me?

Hot Stuff laughs as he hands Goth both the Roulette and the World Heavyweight Championship titles. Goth stands over Drake and raises both belts over the fallen Champion as the crowd rains down thunderous boos. Lyah Linberg runs over and covers up Drake but she’s too late. The damage has already been done. The camera fades out.

THANK YOU to Chris, Mark, Andy, Annie, The Lord MK, Jenny, Dustin, Sam, Blaque Hart, Marge, Mikah, Erik, Gerrit, Casey, Mel. Also thanks again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone for being a part of SCW.