The scene opens up backstage inside Despayre’s locker room. It’s a little more than Despayre’s now, as former SCW World Heavyweight Champion and the Sin of Wrath, is also present along with Synn. Rage is seated on a bench as Despayre is on the other side of the locker room doing whatever it is that he does to get himself prepared for his upcoming main event match against Steve Ramone tonight. He seems to be involved in a conversation with Angel, but the camera focuses on Rage. The big man has his large arms folded across his chest and he’s staring off into space it seems. Synn notices and he turns and takes a few steps towards Rage. He stands directly in front of the big man, but Rage doesn’t even seem to notice. That is, not until Synn snaps his fingers in front of Rage’s face.

Rage: Huh? What’s going on?

Synn: Mind telling me what is on your mind? You seem a bit distracted at the moment.

Rage takes in a deep breath and shakes his head. He sits up straight in the chair and glances towards Despayre, letting out a chuckle at the conversation he is having with Angel.

Rage: Nothing. Everything is cool.

He nods his head towards Despayre.

Rage: What’s going on over there?

Despayre turns and looks towards Despayre and he has a grin on his face when he turns back to Rage.

Synn: As if you need to ask? They’re going over last minute strategy for his match against Steve Ramone later on. And don’t lie to me, Rage. I can see right through it.

Rage: I said I’m fine, Synn.

Synn: Yes, well you can say that but it doesn’t mean that you’re telling the truth.

Rage lets out a growl and gets back to his feet.

Rage: Just drop it, alright?

Synn raises an eyebrow at Rage as the big man heads towards the door.

Synn: Where are you going?

Rage: For a walk...I’ll be back in a little while.

Synn doesn’t even have a time to question Rage further before the big man walks out of the locker room, closing the door behind him. Despayre looks up for a moment, sees that Rage is gone and then shrugs before he gets back to his conversation with Angel. Synn shakes his head and lets out a sigh before he turns back to keep an eye on Despayre and Angel.

Backstage in the hallway of the E Center, we find three of SCW's finest backstage reporters, scuttlebutt gathers and nosey news nabbers in a hot debate...

Miss Rocky: Well you can forget it! I am not going to be the one to confront that nightmare!

Pussy Willow: It's nothing to do with confronting anyone, Rocky. It's all about just asking him a simple question.

Miss Rocky: Well if it's that simple, then you can go ahead and do it.

Pussy Willow: Are you nuts!? I'm not talking to him! Last time I had to interview him I had nightmares when I was awake for days!

Miss Rocky: Then it's settled, let Scott do it.

Scott draws in a drag from his... smoke, and starts coughing at hearing this!

Stoner: *cough!* *hack!* *cough!* What!? Why me!?

Pussy Willow: Well you are a man!

Stoner: What the bloody hell's that got to do with anything!?

Miss Rocky: Well you can't possibly expect us to talk to him when you're right here! What kind of man are you?

Stoner: The kind that's all about equality. Voting. Women in men's locker rooms. You talking to freaks...

Miss Rocky: How gallant!

Pussy Willow: You cowardly piece of...

Grimm: And who might we be referring to?

The three reporters jump in surprise/fear as Grimm appears behind them, all but seemingly emerging from the shadows of the corridor. They back up a few steps, the two women behind Stoner who, despite his earlier sarcasm, keeps himself between the ladies and Brother Grimm whose amber eyes remain on the trio.

Pussy Willow: Go on!

Miss Rocky: Just ask!

Grimm: Come now, I don't have all day. I have souls to see, who definitely don't have all day.

With a pair of forcible nudges from the women, "Stoner" Scott Oliver is pushed ahead of them and closer to Brother Grimm who pierces him with his cold stare.

Stoner: W-w-w-well... we.. we were just wondering... I mean after what we saw earlier out there...

Grimm raises his eyebrows questioningly. Stoner clears his throat.

Stoner: Well we were wondering...

Grimm: Why?

Stoner: Well, y-yes.

Pussy Willow: After everything that happened between you, why did you just save J2H from CJ Sharpe and Eric Steel?

Hands clasped behind him, Grimm took a step forward, prompting the three reporters to take a step back.

Grimm: Well, it's very simple, and I would rather not waste my time by drawing this out. The fact is, J2H and I have something akin to a bargain. One that I would see through no matter what intentions another might have in mind.

Just like that, Grimm turned around to walk away and the reporters look confused.

Miss Rocky: But... wait! What do you mean you have a bargain?

Grimm cast a glance back over his shoulder and gifted the three with a smile that sent shivers down their collective spines.

Grimm: Why ... who is it that you think sold Tim Staggs out in the first place?

Saying no more, Grimm vanished down the hallway, leaving the three reports looking at each other in bewilderment.

The cameras cut to the backstage area as Candy Overton is walking down the hallway. She is surrounded by her sister, her best friend and cousin. Her head is buried in her clipboard when she runs into someone.

Candy Overton: Hey what's the big idea huh? Can't you see I was walking here.

Candy doesn't realize she had ran into Ben Jordan as her face is still looking at the clipboard.

Ben Jordan: Sorry darling, musta been hard to see me with ya nose in that paperwork. Who woulda thought a wrestler had paper work to do eh?

Isabella is rapidly tapping on her shoulder trying to get Candy's attention.

Isabella: Candy you might want to look up.

Candy glances up too see Ben Jordan standing in front of her.

Candy Overton: What do you want?

Ben Jordan: Well actually love, I was kinda looking for you. Not like in a creepy look at that arse way but I mean I am one of the few that watch the show a couple of times in the week and seen that whole new you thing going on. Don't get me wrong, change is good an' all but I think ya might be going the wrong way about it. Ya crying out to be noticed mate, but this ain't the way. People forget ya been around this business longer than people like me have. SCW has enough birds around here playing mega bitch, you wanna get noticed, don't be like them, ya know? And attacking Sam, don't even get me started on that...

Candy rolled her eyes as she gave a fake yawn.

Candy Overton: Look, I don't need some muscle bound toad telling me what to do alright.

Ben Jordan: Calling me muscle bound is sweet an' all, takes a lot of work, but the toad thing, bit harsh.

Candy Overton: Whatever

She said while walking away. Ben looks at the camera.

Ben Jordan: Try to give some advice to help out.

He shrugs his shoulders.

Ben Jordan: Maybe she ain't just playing mega bitch, eh?

Ben strolls away as the camera fades.

The camera moves backstage to the room in which Mikah had set up as a casino with a bar. The music was filtering off into the hallway and people were filtering in and out of the room. Mikah steps out into the hallway for a moment to get a moment or so of quiet and groans as she sees Pussy Willow walking her way.

Mikah: Not this slut.

She grumbles under her breath before tugs at her gold sequined, tight and short dress before looking up at the interviewer who had picked up the pace to get closer to Mikah.

Pussy Willow: Mikah, a moment of your time, please?

Mikah rolls her eyes before placing her hands on her slender hips.

Mikah: What is it? Haven’t got anybody else to bother?

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the interviewer before looking around her and back into the room.

Pussy Willow: I just want to ask you a few questions . . .

Mikah rolls her eyes at the woman before crossing her arms over her chest.

Mikah: And what makes you think that I want to answer your stupid questions?

Pussy Willow stops to think for a moment as Mikah stands there, in a stand offish position.

Pussy Willow: Because you get to pick your opponent at the next Super Card. You get to pick the Bombshell that you want to go up against for your Bombshell Championship.

Mikah rolls her eyes.

Mikah: Maybe I DON’T want to pick an opponent. Maybe NOBODY deserves a shot at my championship, have you thought about that?

Pussy Willow remains to have an emotionless face as she stands there, a few feet or so away from Mikah.

Pussy Willow: Clearly, you don’t get to have that choice. I’m sure Christian Underwood will pick an opponent for you if you do not pick one yourself. So, who are you going to pick as your opponent?

Mikah scowls at the woman in front of her.

Mikah: I want you to tell me why I should tell you and everybody else who my opponent is going to be at the next Super Card. Give me a good reason. And maybe I’ll tell you.

Pussy Willow looks a little shocked at Mikah’s ultimatum of sorts before she straightens herself back up and puts an unreadable look back on her face.

Pussy Willow: Because it’s only fair that you would let your opponent know that they’re going to get an opportunity to go up against you for a shot at your championship. It’s only fair.

Mikah laughs before rolling her eyes once more at the woman.

Mikah: Fair?! You want me to tell you and everybody else who I have chosen as my opponent to make things FAIR?!

Mikah glares at the woman before pushing her a bit.

Mikah: How is that going to be fair?! Have I EVER known who I was going up against weeks in advance? The only person that would be fair to, is the opponent I’ve chosen.

Pussy Willow looks a bit taken back by Mikah’s sudden flash of anger.

Pussy Willow: So, you have chosen an opponent, care to enlighten everybody on who that is?

Mikah gives the woman a look as if she was stupid.

Mikah: Did you not just hear a word I JUST said?! I’m not going to tell you who I’ve chosen because I’m not going to give that person the luxury of knowing weeks in advance when I myself have NEVER gotten that luxury. My opponent will know about their title opportunity when I feel like they should know. So, no I’m not going to tell you or anybody else. Despy’s stipulation didn’t say I had to tell right away. Now if you would go the fuck away, I can get back to my casino.

Pussy Willow reaches out and grabs Mikah’s arm to stop her and Mikah’s eyes immediately go down to the hand that was now wrapped around her arm. Pussy Willow immediately lets go.

Pussy Willow: One more thing, what was the kiss that you and Mark Ward shared last week about?

Mikah rolls her eyes before pushing Pussy Willow down to the ground, a glare on her face.

Mikah: That is none of your business, slut. Why don’t you go follow TNA around or whoever it is you’re trying to fuck. I don’t have time for your shit.

Mikah walks back into the room, leaving Pussy Willow on the ground in the hallway, effectively ending the interview.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman our following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Bombshell’s Singles match!

Adams: What a match we’re about to witness. Mercedes Vargas and Crystal Hil...Sorry..Millar...never disappoint in pointing on a great match.

Simone: Nice job in correcting yourself there, Jason. If she gets called by her maiden name one more time I think she just might go a little crazy.

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

Justin Decent: Introducing first...Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 127 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAAARGAAAAAS!

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

Simone: Mercedes looking confident as ever tonight. She and Crystal have quite the storied past and your guess is as good as mine on who will walk away from this one with a victory over the other.

Adams: Like it matters? Both deserve the win regardless!

Justin Decent: And introducing her opponent...

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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!

Justin Decent: Being accompanied to the ring by her husband, Jonathan...From Los Angeles, California...Weighing in at one hundred fifteen pounds...She is the Silver Screen Queen...CRYSTAL MILLAR!!!

I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring boos of the crowd are deafening. She isn’t alone as her husband Jonathan comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to pie face the crowd. The crowd boos loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Jonathan stays attached to his wife.

Adams: That Jonathan is one lucky man.

Simone: You say that about every Bombshell’s significant other, Jason.

Adams: Well it’s true. They’re all lucky men! Just like I’m lucky to have my wife, right?

Simone: Touche...

Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin. Jonathan stays on the outside ready to support his wife, but once Crystal’s music fades out, Mercedes is seen discussing something with referee Jacob Summers, and Crystal looks on curiously, yet a little annoyed.

Simone: I wonder what they’re…Oh, nevermind. I should have guessed this was about Jonathan’s presence.

Jacob nods to Mercedes and then walks over to Crystal, discussing something with her. She begins shaking her head and grows furious as she shouts to him, but Jacob just walks over towards where Jonathan is standing on the outside of the ring and orders him to head backstage! The crowd starts cheering as Crystal tries to protest, but Jacob just points to the backstage and Jonathan ultimately has no choice but to head backstage!

Adams: Mercedes is happy with Jacob agreeing with her.

Simone: Yeah, but Crystal isn’t. I’m not sure that not having Jonathan’s support at ringside will make much of a difference in this one, though.

Once Jonathan disappears through the curtain, Crystal spins around and glares towards Mercedes Vargas. Mercedes doesn’t seem to bothered by the fact that Crystal isn’t too happy with that decision. Jacob stands in between the two Bombshells as they approach one another, Crystal mouthing a few choice unhappy words to Mercedes, and he calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: I think Crystal is letting Mercedes know just how she feels about her having Jonathan ejected from ringside.

Simone: And judging by the look on Mercedes face, she doesn’t care.

Instead of getting things started right off the bat, Crystal continues to spout off words in Mercedes face as the crowd boos her. Mercedes just rolls her eyes and just when she turns her head to look at the fans in the crowd, Crystal places the palm of her hand in Mercedes’ face and shoves the Argentine assassin backwards! Mercedes stumbles back, but she keeps her footing as Crystal just laughs with an arrogant smirk on her face.

Simone: Man I hope Mercedes slaps that smirk right off her face, Jason.

Crystal continues laughing as Mercedes brings her head s-l-o-w-l-y back to face Crystal. She grins for a moment before she thinks quickly and catches Crystal off guard with a roundhouse kick to her left side! Crystal doubles over, grabbing her side and Mercedes follows it up with another roundhouse kick to the side of the head that sends Crystal down to the mat and Mercedes quickly covers the Silver Screen Queen to try and end this one early!

1...

2...

2 ½...Crystal gets her shoulder up!

Simone: What a win that would have been. Embarrassing for Crystal, but amazing for Mercedes.

Adams: Mercedes has a way of getting wins like that. Remember what happened with Alexis Edwards?

Simone: *chuckles* How could I forget? How could anyone forget Alexis actually pinned herself.

Mercedes gets back to her feet, pulling Crystal with her. She holds on to Crystal by her arm and backs her against the ropes before she whips her across the ring. As Crystal rebounds back Mercedes attempts a discus clothesline, but Crystal ducks it and runs against the ropes behind Mercedes. Crystal rebounds back and lunges towards Mercedes, attempting a leaping forearm smash but Mercedes somehow blocks it and counters it into a snap scoop powerslam!

Adams: Wow! Nice counter by Mercedes!

Simone: Very nice indeed, Jason! That is one of the reasons why Mercedes is as celebrated as she is.

Mercedes immediately hooks Crystal’s leg and Jacob drops down for the count.

1...

2...

3-NO! Crystal gets her shoulder up again!

Simone: Mercedes is dominating this match so far, but Crystal is refusing to give up. She has some fight in her, that’s for sure.

Adams: But Mercedes may have her number tonight!

Mercedes gets back to her feet and she reaches down dragging Crystal closer to the corner turnbuckle by one of her legs. Crystal is still reeling from the powerslam as Mercedes climbs up to the top turnbuckle with her back facing Crystal. Crystal is looking directly up to Mercedes, but Mercedes doesn’t notice.

Simone: Oh no. What is she doing here?

Adams: I can think of a few things she’s going to attempt.

Simone: Attempt being the keyword. Crystal sees what’s she’s doing.

Crystal kips up back to her feet just as Mercedes looks over her shoulder and spots her. Mercedes attempts to jump down from the top turnbuckle but Crystal launches herself at the ropes, causing Mercedes to trip and crash back into the ring! Her head bounces off the canvas, causing the Argentine Assassin to immediately hold the back of her head and neck, but Crystal uses this to her advantage as she reaches down and grabs a handful of Mercedes’ hair. She delivers a nasty uppercut for added effect before she takes Mercedes by the hair once again and snaps her back down to the canvas, once again causing Mercedes head to bounce off the mat.

Simone: Crystal is going to take full advantage of Mercedes’ sore neck now.

Adams: A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!

As Mercedes holds the back of her neck once again, Crystal launches herself at the ropes. She rebounds back and hits Mercedes with a springboard moonsault and she goes for the quick cover, hoping to end this match!

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2...

Mercedes kicks out!

Adams: And just like Crystal, Mercedes has some fight in her. She’s not going to let a sore neck cost her this one.

Crystal yells at Jacob Summers accusing him of counting too slow, but Jacob insists it was a two count. Crystal rolls her eyes as she gets back to her feet. She delivers a few stomps to Mercedes’ head before she turns around, holding her hands out. She looks around the crowd with an arrogant smile on her face before delivers a standing handspring moonsault to Mercedes!

Simone: She calls that the Smell The Roses!

Adams: Somehow, I don’t think Mercedes is smelling anything right now. Except maybe impending defeat...

Crystal hooks Mercedes’ leg and Jacob drops down for the count once again!

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3-No! Mercedes gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Crystal is not happy at all now.

Adams: She thought she had this one won just then!

Simone: For a second there, I thought the same thing. But Mercedes proved us wrong.

Crystal quickly jumps on top of Mercedes. She holds Mercedes’ head and starts delivering right shot after right shot, trying to wear down the former Mean Girl more than she already is. After a few shots, Crystal rolls Mercedes onto her stomach and locks in an elevated boston crab! Mercedes immediately cries out in pain as the pressure is locked in on her back.

Simone: Withering Rose! She has the Withering Rose locked in!

Adams: Mercedes needs to get out of that and quick!

Jacob crouches down and checks on Mercedes asking her if she wants to give up. Mercedes shakes her head and tries to fight her way out of it, but Crystal only locks it in tighter! The crowd starts cheering for Mercedes, hoping she can get out of the hold.

Crowd: Mercedes! Mercedes! Mercedes!

Simone: Mercedes looking and reaching towards the ropes now. If she can get a hold of them, Crystal will have to release the hold!

Adams: Easier said than done, Belinda!

Mercedes’ reaches with everything she has but she’s not quite close enough! As the crowd continues to cheer her on, Mercedes fights with everything she has and slowly starts to pull herself towards the ropes! Inch by inch she gets closer until she is finally able to grab a hold of the bottom rope! But Crystal doesn’t release the hold!

Simone: Come on Crystal! Let go!

Jacob shouts at Crystal to release the hold buy Crystal shakes her head and keeps it locked in. Jacob is forced to start his count.

1..2..3..4...Crystal releases the hold just shy of the five count and Jacob warns her not to do it again. She just puts her hand in his face and rolls her eyes as she goes to get back to Mercedes. However, just as she does, Mercedes kicks Crystal’s knees! Crystal trips forward and her face bounces off the mat! This gives Mercedes the chance to regain her bearings and get back to her feet!

Adams: That could have broken Crystal’s nose, Belinda!

Simone: Somehow, I don’t think it did. So Crystal should be safe.

Crystal is holding her nose and mouth, checking for any signs of blood every few seconds. None is seen and Mercedes pulls herself back to her feet, leaning against the ropes. She’s a little unsteady, but she fights through the exhaustion as she glares towards Crystal. She walks towards her downed opponent and when she reaches to pull Crystal to her feet, Crystal fights back and shoves Mercedes away! Mercede rebounds off the ropes and Crystal attempts a clothesline, but Mercedes ducks it and starts to run towards the opposite set of ropes, but Crystal spins around quickly and nails Mercedes with a Chick Kick to the back of the head! Mercedes collapses forward and Crystal reaches down and rolls her on to her back but she doesn’t go for the pin!

Simone: I think Crystal has something else up her sleeve!

Crystal drags Mercedes closer to the corner turnbuckle and she smiles as she rushes towards the top turnbuckle. She points to the ceiling and she makes a camera motion before she jumps as high as she can on the turnbuckles and does a 180 in the air spinning around. She jumps off the turnbuckles again and launches herself backwards towards Mercedes.

Adams: Lights!

Crystal gets some great height and does a wild amount of spinning in the air.

Simone: Camera!

She finally lands on Mercedes’ body with a well executed 630 Corkscrew Senton.

Adams: ACTION!

The crowd is on their feet going wild as Crystal hits her finisher! She slowly crawls over Mercedes’ body, draping her arm over her chest as Jacob drops down for the count!

1!

Mercedes somehow manages to get her foot on the bottom rope but Jacob doesn’t notice!

2!

On the outside of the ring a hand is seen reaching up from under the ring and it pushes Mercedes’ foot off the bottom rope!

Simone: What the hell?! Who is that?!

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner via pinfall...CRYSTAL MILLAR!!!

Crystal’s music hits as she gets back to her feet and Jacob raises her arm in victory. She looks down to Mercedes with a smirk on her face and just shakes her head, when out of nowhere, Alexis Edwards slides into the ring under the bottom rope!

Adams: It was Alexis Edwards! She was hiding under the ring!

Simone: She had to have been under there all night because I sure as hell didn’t see her sneak under there!

Alexis makes a beeline for Mercedes! Crystal darts out of the ring and watches on as Alexis starts her attack on Mercedes. She jumps on top of Mercedes and begins hitting her with shot after shot as the crowd boos loudly and Jacob tries to get her to stop, but Alexis refuses!

Simone: This is ridiculous! Alexis just couldn’t help herself, could she?

Adams: Apparently not. She blames Mercedes for that embarrassing loss to Twisted Sister two weeks ago.

Simone: She asked for the match!

Alexis slams Mercedes head into the canvas repeatedly before she gets back to her feet and pulls Mercedes with her. She stands behind Mercedes, hooking her arms before she leans forward and lifts Mercedes up and over her head and delivers a Kudo Driver, or the Put On Notice as Alexis calls it!

Simone: She just hit Mercedes with the Put On Notice! Someone get her out of there!

Alexis stands over Mercedes, leans down and glares at her.

Alexis: You’ve just been Put On Notice, bitch! This ain’t over!

She smacks Mercedes for good measure before she laughs and backs away from the fallen Bombshell. Jacob checks on Mercedes as SCW officials rush to the ring to check on her and Alexis exits the ring, walking backwards as she heads backstage. The crowd boos her viciously the entire time but she ignores them and smiles as she disappears backstage.

Simone: What a despicable human being Alexis is.

Adams: Grumpy Alexis!

Mercedes finally starts to come to as the officials carefully help her sit up first, and then slowly back to her feet.

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 white shorts with matching knee pads and boots. Ben looks around the crowd, his trademark smile on his face. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman

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 the microphone as the music fades.

Ben: Alright people!

The crowd cheer for Ben as he looks around.

Ben: Been a decent night of action tonight and I couldn't help but have to get involved here a bit.

Ben pauses for a second.

Ben: Been so much you lovely people have been asking me about so many situations in me life and you've all been a patient bunch and so now I figure is the time to get a few things out there. A lot asking me about Drake Green.

The crowd boo hearing his name.

Ben: I'm not gonna justify what he did to you people, he's a grown arse man who can make up his own mind. He might have acted like a complete tosser but hope that injury gets sorted soon so that maybe Ben Vs Drake III can finally happen.

The crowd cheer at Ben's suggestion.

Ben: Secondly, a lot of people asking me about my deal with SCW, you lot are smart enough to know that my contract ran out at the end of last year. I haven't been in the ring as you people know, and I was sitting here making a choice of what to do with meself when the whole SCW world seemed to be arse over heals. I can end that speculation to tell you I will be an SCW star till the summer at least, new deal done and I'm ready to get back in the ring as soon as I'm needed.

Simone: Big announcement for SCW fans.

Ben: It took me a while to come to that road but it feels like a three one home win on a pissing down Sunday, it feels bloody good!

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: What brought me to this choice, what made me sit there and say sod it, let's keep going. Other than the fact I owe Christian Underwood for giving me a reason to stop scoffing pi

The cameras once again cut to the backstage area as Candy Overton is seen sitting on top of some milk crates. She is studying the names on her clipboard before tossing it to the side. Her entourage had already left for the evening as Pussy Willow can be seen walking up.

Pussy Willow: What's wrong Candy?

Candy looks at Pussy as a look of disdain can be seen on her face.

Candy Overton: Wrong? Did you just ask me what is wrong? I will tell you what is wrong Pussy. This whole bombshell division is what's wrong. I try to get myself out of the damn gutter but where do I always end up.

Pussy Willow: Hmm.....

Candy twirls her hand in front of Pussy's face.

Candy Overton: Come on spit it out already.

Pussy Willow: But you still have lots of chances to get out of this rut.

She scoffs while looking away.

Candy Overton: Really, just how am I suppose to do that huh. I can't win a freaking match to save my life. I don't even have a flipping rival. Tell me Pussy, what is wrong with that huh? What is wrong with little ole me wanting to get noticed? Do I need to attack some more people? What is it I got to do to make this shit work?

Pussy doesn't even know what to say as she tries to walk away from Candy.

Candy Overton: Go on, walk away. I'll find away to make a name for myself.

She states while stewing on the milk crates.

Simone: Well, we're about to get ready for the next match--

All of a sudden, "Golddigger" begins to play as the crowd begins to cheer. Jenny Tuck is seen coming out and begins to pose in a sexual manner. She walks down the ramp and blows a kiss as she does

Adams: Well! Ink isn't even dry and Jenny Tuck decided to make her debut tonight. Sure, not in a match, MY GOD, she's hot! I bought her Playboy issues. 5 copies each!

Simone: I shouldn't ask...in fact, I'm not! But Jenny did say she was going to speak here tonight. Must have alot on her mind.

Jenny was now in the ring, mic in her hand as the music dies down. The crowd cheers as she looks at the sea of humanity. She raises the mic to her lips and speaks

Jenny: Well. I never thought my ass would be back in any kind of Wrestling Ring. Guess Hell Froze Over and my haters are bitching yet again. Feels good to be me.

Jenny giggles a bit as she continues.

Jenny: If you didn't know by now. My name is Jenny Tuck! A multiple time Playboy Covergirl. Former Exec of Playboy and the most hated woman on God's Green Earth. Why am I so hated? I sleep around. I piss people off and I couldn't give two s**ts!

Jenny smirks a bit as she continues

Jenny: See, I'm known as a bitch. Not just any bitch. I'm known as THE Bitch! I'm the person that couldn't care if you live or die. Sure, I got friends. Friends I do give a damn about and if you cross them. You answer to me.

Jenny looks at the crowd as they cheer. She speaks again

Jenny: Now, why did I decide to put on the old, very dusty boots and get my ass back into the ring? Two words, Team Hero!

The crowd cheers wildly over the mention of Team Hero as Jenny explains.

Jenny: As you know, Keira has been my childhood friend. We grew up together, we've Wrestled together. We...dated for a short time. Before Roxi, of course. I was one of the people that saved Keira from herself. Roxi, well. She's what she is. She helps people. She not only helped Keira. She helped me too. If it wasn't for the courage, the drive and the history making of Team Hero. I wouldn't be standing back in this ring today.

Jenny smiles a bit, but continues.

Jenny: But, while Team Hero are the main reason I returned. There's another. You see, I look at half of the Bombshells around here and they got the same attitude. Bitchy, hot, complaining. Not caring one bit. Basically, they're trying to be me! There's only ONE Jenny Tuck, the rest are just Jenny Tuck Wannabes!

The crowd is confused as Jenny says

Jenny: Not all are Jenny Tuck wannabes. But there are a select few. For example, Veronica Taylor. Then again, she's about as irrelevant as a dildo on the Jerry Springer show. Your current, worthless Bombshell Internet Champion, Alexis Edwards. She can say she's good, but she's really a little girl, crying for her f**king mommy. Plus, her face! Plastic Surgery couldn't save that ugly mug.

Jenny smirks as she continues

Jenny: But the biggest Jenny Tuck wannabe of them all. I pray to God she's listening. The WORST Bombshell World Champion of all Time. Miss Cunt herself, Mikah!

The crowd boos wildly over Mikah's name. Jenny lets them boo as she waits. After a minute, Jenny resumes.

Jenny: Yea, I went there. Do I care? NOPE! Cause look at her. She's suppose to represent the entire division. What does she do? She drinks like a whore. She talks like a whore, she walks like a whore. She f**ks more people than I do. I know, shocking and most of her title defenses have been...let's be honest...s**t.

Simone: Jenny Tuck's not holding anything back

Adams: If Mikah's even listening.

Jenny: When you make ME look like a damn saint? You have legit problems! So Mikah, I hope you're listening. Cause you're looking at the next Bombshell World Champion. If you do listen to this and push me to the side. I got no damn problem going backstage, busting down your down, knocking your teeth out of your mouth, making you look like a inbred redneck and taking those knocked out teeth and shove them straight up your ass!

The crowd cheers as Jenny says

Jenny: THERE'S ONLY ONE BITCH IN SCW AND YOU'RE LOOKING AT HER! I'm coming for that Belt, whether you like it...OR NOT!

"Golddigger" plays again as Jenny drops the mic and exits the ring, walking back up on stage

Simone: Jenny Tuck not wasting any time. She wants a shot at Mikah's World Title.

Adams: She needs to earn that right. Mikah won't choose her. She just signed

Simone: If Jenny has her way, she might force a decision upon Mikah...

The scene fades

The room was hopping with music, people, and the usual noise that comes from a slot machine. To say the least, Mikah had literally thought of everything when she had planned on turning a room or two into a mini casino. She was busy getting herself another drink when she spots Simon Jones walking into the bar.

Mikah: Just who does he think he is?!

The bartender looks at Mikah as if she was crazy before shrugging his shoulders as the blonde walks over to Simon Jones.

Mikah: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

She puts her arm out, stopping him from entering into the room as her hand grabs the door frame.

Mikah: Just WHAT do you think you’re doing, Javier?

She looks at Simon, as he frowns and silently mouths the word “Javier?”, but before he can speak, Mikah cuts him off.

Mikah: Who said you could come in here? Did you get an invite?

She tilts her head to the side as she looks at him, a mischievous look in her eyes as she stands there in front of him.

Simon: Firstly, I hadn’t realised until now that I could pass myself off as Hispanic - so thanks for that information.

Simon smirks.

Simon: Secondly, I wasn’t aware that an invitation was required. But surely you can make an exception for me. I mean, last week, I missed out on you handing out free alcohol - you wouldn’t want me to miss out on all of the fun for a second Sunday in a row, would you?

She lets a laugh roll off of her tongue as she looks at him. She tilts her head to the side.

Mikah: Does it look like I care, Timothy?

She gives him a straight laced look, no emotion visible on her face.

Mikah: And don’t you have a match tonight? Or did you already have one? I can’t quite keep up with your schedule.

She shrugs her shoulders as she leans against the doorframe, smirking up at him and batting her eyes at him in a non-flirty way but moreso in a daring way.

Mikah: And plus, Jason, I’m not even sure that you can handle liquor. I mean, you don’t seem to ever drink. And you’re always talking to that annoying, interchangeable woman that TRIED to get a shot at MY championship. So, why should I let you in?

She lets a smirk toy on her lips as she looks at him, almost daring him to answer.

Simon: You might not usually see me having a drink when I’m at a show, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t drink; I’m British - binge drinking is a national pastime for us.

Simon crosses his arms.

Simon: And no, I don’t have a match tonight. It’s funny that you should bring up Natalie, though, as she is the reason why I’m here tonight - I’m here looking for her, as I haven’t seen her at all in the past week, and I’ve barely heard from her, either.

Simon glances around the room, casting an eye over the occupants. He then looks back to Mikah.

Simon: I don’t suppose you’ve seen her, have you? Since she struck you with that discus clothesline, I mean.

She rolls her eyes at him before taking a drink of her mixed cocktail and giving him another look of her own.

Mikah: Um, who won that challenge last week? Hmm. That’s awfully hard to remember, Bobby.

She taps her finger to her lips a few times before giving Simon a dirty look.

Mikah: Oh right that was me. That little succubus is nothing to worry about because she’s not a challenge to me. Just like you aren’t a challenge either. But I am curious about one thing. . .

She pauses looking down at her drink, swirling it around in the glass before looking up at him.

Mikah: How does your wife feel about you slutting it up with Natalie? I mean, you have heard that boys and girls can’t be just friends, right? I mean EVERYBODY thinks that Mark and I can’t be just friends. So...please enlighten me, Tommy.

She finishes off her drink before frowning at the empty glass and looking over at the bar before looking back at Simon. Mikah’s question makes Simon recall a past incident involving himself and Natalie. He then unfolds his arms, as he responds to Mikah.

Simon: You know, about two years ago, my wife did actually accuse me of having an affair with Natalie. However, she soon came to understand that Natalie and I are friends, and nothing more. But, I…

Simon pauses. He then shrugs his shoulders, before continuing.

Simon: I don’t know. If boys and girls really can’t be just friends, then maybe I will have to rethink my whole friendship with Natalie.

Smiling wryly, Simon rubs his chin, as he thinks of something else.

Simon: Say, does this mean that there’s no chance of you and I ever being friends, then?

She looks at him, a slightly baffled look crossing her face as she looks at him. She studies his face, trying to decide if he was being serious or if he was joking.

Mikah: You and I? Being friends?

She raises an eyebrow.

Mikah: I don’t think that has ever crossed my mind, Alex. I mean, what do you and I have in common that could link us as friends? I mean, seriously.

She raises an eyebrow at him before tilting her head to the side as she looks him over.

Mikah: And just because your wife believes that you and that one irrelevant chick are nothing more than friends, that means your wife isn’t very bright either. And I’m just going on what I’ve been told over and over for the past eight months.

She shrugs her shoulders.

Mikah: Sorry, pal. But I don’t see how you and I could ever be friends. What would we even talk about? Or agree on?!

She had a curious look on her face before turning to walk over to the bar, choosing to let Simon decide if he was going to come into the room or not. Simon places both of his hands over his chest, as he feigns being heartbroken.

Simon: I’m crushed, I really am.

Simon ponders whether or not to make a move towards the bar, when an idea crosses his mind.

Simon: You said I’m not a challenge, but how about trying to prove it? And I don’t mean by playing musical chairs, or a game of Twister - let me show you just how well I can handle my liquor, by drinking you under the table.

Grinning, Simon rubs his hands together.

Simon: And if you want something to talk about, perhaps you could enlighten me as to what you claim to have been told during the past eight months.

She gives him a skeptical look as she sits back on the barstool, crossing one leg over the other and the skirt of her already short dress rises up even higher.

Mikah: Seriously, Johnny? You think that YOU could drink ME under the table? You do realize you’re planning your own suicide right? I mean, I’ve been drinking a LOT within the past month or so since being in Vegas.

She looks at him before shrugging and patting the stool next to her.

Mikah: Fine, but don’t be hurt when I don’t show up to your funeral.

She winks at him before ordering two shots of tequila.

Mikah: And do you seriously think I’m going to give you ANY ammunition to use against me, Patrick? You can make your own assumptions about what I’m talking about. That’s exactly what everybody else does. Also, to warn you I am not to blame for any of my actions after this little contest.

She grins at him before flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Mikah: So, can you handle a little tequila first off?

She looks to him, awaiting his answer. Simon scoffs at the question.

Simon: Don’t worry about me - you may have been drinking a lot within the past month, but I’ve been drinking for the last twenty-five years.

Mikah looks at him and shakes her head before picking up the tequila glass.

Mikah: So you’re saying you’re almost fifty, right? Because I’m 29…

She looks at him and smirks. Simon raises his eyebrows.

Simon: You’re only twenty-nine? I would have guessed that you were at least in your early thirties.

Simon watches Mikah’s face, looking for a reaction to his quip.

Simon: For your information, I’m thirty-six; I had my first drink before I was into my teens - which isn’t that uncommon in the UK.

She just rolls her eyes at him before tipping her shot glass upside down and “accidentally” dumping her shot on his pants.

Mikah: Oops. Sorry.

She then plasters a smile on her face before grabbing his shot and taking it with ease and setting the glass down on the bartop, upside down.

Mikah: I think I’m one up on you, right? Better catch up, Timmy.

She snaps her fingers at Nicholas, the bartender to get him to just leave the bottle of tequila.

Mikah: So how does it feel knowing that you’re less attractive than Drake and obviously less talented?

She tilts her head to the side, smirking at him as she pours them another shot before eyes look at the spilled tequila on his pants.

Mikah: You should really be careful, Peter.

Choosing to play along, Simon laughs at Mikah’s comment.

Simon: Yes, how clumsy of me.

Simon accepts the proffered shot, and downs it. He then turns his attention back to Mikah.

Simon: I’m also less injury prone than Drake, so I guess I at least have that to be thankful for.

Simon tilts his head to one side.

Simon: That’s not the first time I’ve heard you be complimentary about Drake’s looks - if I don’t know better, I’d think you carried a torch for him.

Mikah lets a laugh roll off of her tongue as she looks at Simon, tilting her head to the side and examining his own looks.

Mikah: I can appreciate a man’s good looks even if he and I don’t get along, you know. And Drake is good eye candy. Easy to look at.

She shrugs before pouring them each another shot and then standing up and bending over the bar to grab the salt for margaritas. She sprinkles some on the bar top before taking her shot and then licking her finger and pressing it to the salt pile then popping her finger in her mouth, sucking the salt off of it as she looks at Simon.

Mikah: So tell me, Simon. Who do you think is ‘easy’ to look at? And I know you’re married, but I’m also married.

She looks down at her left hand but shrugs as she remembered taking her rings off and leaving them in NYC.

Simon: Yeah, but unlike me, your marriage isn’t worth the paper it’s written on.

Simon holds up his left hand, to show off his wedding band.

Simon: At least, that’s the impression you give off.

She shrugs her shoulders as she pours them each another shot and downs it again with no problem at all. She looks at him and shrugs again.

Mikah: Would you want to be married to a man who doesn’t care about the company you’re in? Or well, I guess a woman in your case. Unless…

She pauses to look at him.

Mikah: You play for the other team. But that’s not what I asked. I didn’t ask you to scrutinize my marriage. I asked you who you thought was easy to look at. I didn’t ask you to cheat on your wife.

She smirks at him. Simon takes his shot and downs it, before thinking about Mikah’s question.

Simon: I can’t say that I’ve ever given it much thought.

Simon rubs his chin again, as he contemplates the question

Simon: If you really want me to give you an answer, I suppose that I would have to say...Mercedes Vargas - present company excepted, of course.

Simon winks at Mikah. Mikah turns her nose up at that before putting her finger in her mouth and acting as if she was gagging.

Mikah: Seriously? She looks like a horse that’s ALWAYS constipated. Gross.

She shakes her head before looking at Simon again before closing her eyes. She had consumed a lot of alcohol in the past couple of hours or so.

Mikah: Whatever. She’s irrelevant. I think I’ve beat you on this little drinking contest, don’t you?

She smirks before placing her hand on his leg in a way to make him uncomfortable as a smirk plays on her face. Simon quickly glances down, in the direction of his leg, before looking back up at Mikah, and raising an eyebrow.

Simon: What makes you say that? I haven’t even started slurring my words yet.

She looks at him, a mischievous look in her eyes as she discreetly slides her hand in a bit on his leg.

Mikah: Because I’m already several shots ahead of you. And I really don’t think we can do this all night, you know. I’m sure that you have a wife to go home to.

She bats her lashes at him as she looks at him before grabbing the tequila bottle and taking a drink straight from the bottle, leaving her other hand right where it was.

Simon: I do have a wife to go home to, but my flight back to the UK isn’t until tomorrow.

Simon lets out a sigh,

Simon: But if you want to call this off, then fine. I suppose I ought to get back to seeing if I can find Natalie, anyway.

Mikah rolls her eyes at him as she hands him the tequila bottle.

Mikah: I’m not afraid of a little tequila, Simon.

She looks at him before pressing her lips together.

Mikah: I just can’t be to blame at the end of this then.

She shrugs as she looks at him before scooting her hand just a smidge higher, wondering how far she could push him.

Simon: Well, what do you know? You do know my name, after all.

Simon takes another quickly glances down, towards his leg, before looking back up at Mikah.

Simon: The only thing I would normally drink straight from the bottle is beer. But, if you insist.

He then takes a swig from the bottle of tequila, before handing it back to Mikah. She lets a smirk cross her face again as she takes two large drinks from the bottle and hands it back to Simon.

Mikah: You know, you’re much more tolerable when you’re drinking. You should try it more often.

She looks at him before wrinkling her nose.

Mikah: But obviously, we can’t be telling people that now can we?

She closes her eyes for just a moment before reopening them.

Mikah: Now, when are you just going to forfeit, because eventually we’ll probably have to go to an actual bar before Christian loses his shit.

She makes a face at her own mentioning of Christian’s name, while Simon laughs.

Simon: It’s not like you to worry about what Christian thinks.

Simon gulps down some more tequila.

Mikah: It’s not so much what Christian thinks, moreso what he might do. As in have me arrested. Or something of the sort. I wouldn’t put it past him. So, I suppose I’ll leave that choice up to you. Either you forfeit or we have to move to a bar.

She shrugs simply before grabbing the tequila bottle and downing some more of it effectively.

Simon: I’m not about to forfeit, but I’m not ready to leave here to go to a bar either - unlike you, I like to stick around until the end of a show.

Mikah sighs and shakes her head before taking another drink of the tequila.

Mikah: Obviously, I have to watch Despy beat the shit out of whatever his name is. BUT realistically, that won’t take long. And I’m not about to give up either, this is my party.

She winks at him before handing them bottle.

Mikah: We’ll just have to drink here until the show is over, then.

Simon: If you insist.

Smiling, Simon takes a drink from the bottle of tequila.

Simon: Besides, if I suppose if I stay here, I can at least make sure that - on the off chance that she shows up here - Natalie doesn’t have a relapse, and start gambling again.

Not wanting to be outdone by Mikah, Simon then has another swig of tequila.

Mikah: I suppose so.

Mikah watches him drink the tequila before she takes it from him again and takes another drink before handing it back to him.

Simon: I don’t think I’ve ever drunk so much tequila before in one sitting - I usually have a variety of shots. But, if tequila is what you want to drink, then who am I to argue?

Simon takes another drink of his own, before returning the bottle of tequila to Mikah. Mikah takes a drink, unphased by the strength of it.

Mikah: Tequila is always my liquor of choice; we can save the variety for a real bar because there’s no way I’m letting you win. Ever. Unless I’m dead, which is obviously a possibility.

She takes another drink from the bottle.

Mikah: Or until one of us passes out.

She shrugs as she looks at the bottle of tequila, her vision just a bit blurry from the alcohol but she doesn’t voice it. She leaves her hand where it was before looking at him.

Mikah: Those poor bartenders that will have to deal with us. Or me.

Simon: Us - I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I let you drink alone, would I?

Simon eyes up the bottle of tequila.

Simon: I think we'll be needing a fresh bottle soon.

Simon reaches over, to take a drink from what remains of the current bottle. The scene then cuts away.

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Simone: fans, it's time for the big main event of the evening, so let's get down to ringside!

The camera focuses on the six-sided ring where Jasmine St. John stands in the far corner while Justin prepares to make the ring introductions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of the evening!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the one and only true King of Sin City Wrestling!

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

"I want what's coming to me."
"So what's coming to you?"
"The world chico, and everything in it"

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Andreas and Cyrus! From Queens, New York, weighing 200 pounds ... Steve Ramone!

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

Simone: I can not for the life of me figure out where Steve Ramone got off on referring to himself as the King of SCW.

Adams: I know, right? He didn't win the King Battle Royal, Despayre did! Heck! Steve wasn't even the last one in the ring against Despayre!

Simone: Still, it did place him exactly where he wanted to be; inside of the ring against Despayre, with an even bigger prize than the King status at stake.

Adams: Despayre's guaranteed title shot!

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

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

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

Simone: I would say that I find it so difficult to believe that Despayre is putting so much on the line in this one match, but then I would have to admit that I didn't know him at al.

Adams: He's a gutsy little bugger, that much is for sure.

As Andreas and Cyrus had already exited the ring, Synn stepped through the ropes and Despayre went for his usual 'good luck hug' from his father when Steve raced across the ring and ambushed him from behind!

Simone: And Steve Ramone is wasting no time!

The bell ring!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Steve has the advantage straight away and wastes no time in maintaining it as he grabs Despayre by the back of the head and races to the far corner, driving his smaller opponent's face into the top turnbuckle! Steve grabs two handfuls of his long hair and uses it as a handle to forcibly grate Despayre's head across the top rope, resulting in Despayre crying out in pain from the rope burn!

Simone: Steve Ramone is a man on a mission! He knows full well what Despayre is capable of inside of that ring and won't be one of the fools who underestimates his abilities because of his size!

Despayre grabs his face as he falls back into the corner where Steve remains on the attack, delivering a hard boot to the stomach, then a clubbing forearm across the back. Steve grabs his arm and Irish whips him into the far corner and charges in after him, but Despayre brings both feet up and greets the incoming Steve Ramone the hard way!

Adams: And just like that, Despy has the advantage!

Despayre quickly drags Steve to his feet and goes on the offensive, kicking him repeatedly in the legs, and letting loose with rapid left and right open palm shots to the head and neck! Despayre then sends Steve into the ropes and somersaults over, delivering a rolling head butt to Ramone's ribcage, sending him tumbling back to the mat! Steve uses the ropes to drag himself back to a vertical base and Despayre runs up and grabs him around the waist, trying to roll him back into a cradle but Steve hangs on tight and Despayre is flung to the mat. Despayre rolls backwards and pops to his feet, then dropkicks Steve in the back, sending him toppling out over the top rope and to the ringside floor!

Adams: Daaaamn! Despy in da house!

Simone: He certainly has taken control of the match in pure Despayre fashion!

Andreas and Cyrus are right over to where Steve had crashed, and Jasmine orders them away but they pay her no mind. Cyrus yells at the senior referee as the two help Steve back to his feet, when Despayre reaches over the top rope and grabs two handfuls of Ramone's long hair to assist him back inside of the ring the hard way!

Adams: Look at Despy giving Steve a helping hand! Such a generous little guy!

Simone: I doubt Steve will feel the same way.

Despayre drags Steve up onto the ring apron and pulls him over the top rope so that just his feet are dangling on the ropes! Cyrus and Andreas yell into the ring and Jasmine orders Despayre to break it -- and he does! He lets go of Steve's hair, causing him to fall from the height of the ropes and crash land on the back of his head!

Simone: Well, she did tell him to let go.

Adams: Next time she might want to be a bit more specific.

Steve rolls over and Despayre goes right for the cover at Synn's instructions...

1.....
Steve kicks out!

Simone: No, it's going to take a LOT more than a fall to put Steve Ramone away.

Despayre brings Steve to his feet and sends him hard into the nearest corner, and the impact brings Steve right out and Ramone plows right into Despayre, scooping him up and driving him hard into the mat with a spin-out sidewalk slam!

Adams: And the ball is back in Steve's court!

Simone: I hate sounding like a broken record but that is where Despayre's diminutive size plays such a hard role against him. He is at a gross disadvantage size-wise against almost every opponent he faces off against.

The ring shakes with the impact from Steve's slam, and he immediately goes to work, pummeling Despayre on the mat with right handed fists to the skull! Steve then gets to his feet and starts to stomp down onto Despayre before dragging him upright to his feet in a double underhook position and he suplexes him over, but holds on, pulls him to his feet, then butterfly suplexes him a second time, and then a third!

Simone: Trifecta!

At the third suplex, Steve maintains a bridge, holding Despayre down for a cover!

1.....
2.....
Despayre kicks out!

Steve follows up, Irish whipping Despayre into the ropes and greeting him with a high leg lariat! Steve then darts into the ropes as Despayre sits up and Steve baseball slides into him with a clothesline! Steve with another cover!

1.....
2.....
Despayre bridges up and slides out from under Steve!

Adams: That little bloke is flexible!

Despayre scrambles through Steve's legs and then jumps up and pounces on Ramone's back and he starts pummeling him in the head with fists! Steve tries to dislodge him but Despayre hangs on tight and continues his onslaught! Steve then runs backwards into the corner to sandwich him but Despayre hops up and Steve's own back hits the turnbuckle and Despayre ends up on his shoulders. Steve pulls away from the corner and Despayre rolls forward, taking Steve for a ride with a series Bear'L rolls! On the third, Despayre grabs Steve's legs and hooks them under his arms for the pin attempt!

1.....
2.....
Steve kicks out!

Despayre drags him to his feet and goes for an Irish whip into the far corner but Steve reverses it and sends him in chest-first instead! Steve goes in after him and Despayre tries to leapfrog back over him but Steve catches him and delivers a hard kick right into his body! Despayre crumbles to the corner and Steve waistlocks him and throws him completely up and over with a German waistlock suplex!

Simone: What impact Steve got from that suplex!

Adams: He turned Despy inside out!

Despy lays out flat on his face and stomach and Steve rolls him over onto his back in a cover.

1.....
2.....
Despayre kicks out!

Steve glares at Jasmine and claps his hands repeatedly as Andreas and Cyrus protest from the outside. Steve drags Despayre over to the ropes and drapes his neck on the middle rope, choking him out and Jasmine counts against him!

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

Steve breaks and backs away, and the moment the referee's back is turned, Andreas grabs Despayre and starts choking him further!

Simone: Oh come on!

Adams: That's not fair!

And a very angry Synn starts over to confront the man abusing his son when Jasmine turns around and she rolls outside, ordering Synn back to his corner! Synn argues with her, allowing Steve time to move back in and choke Despayre on the ropes again and then dump him to the outside! Despayre lands hard on the floor and Cyrus moves in to do a little damage of his own when Synn moves around the ring and heads him off, drawing back a fist as a stand off ensues!

Adams: Those guys are treading on this ice, screwing with Despy when Synn is nearby!

At Jasmine's orders, she finally gets both men to back off as Despayre slowly starts to rise and she begins her count against him...

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...

Despayre manages to stand and he turns around, but just in time for Steve to dive through the ropes in a suicide dive, crashing into Despayre!

Adams: High risk move by Steve and DAMN did it pay off!

Simone: And Steve hurt himself doing that one!

From their corners, both Synn as well as Cyrus and Andreas try to rally their respective men while Jasmine starts her count anew!

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

Steve rolls back in under the bottom rope, stopping the count. Jasmine checks on him and as she does that, Cyrus grabs Despayre by the legs and performs a Giant Swing, slamming the smaller man into the barricade that separates the fans from the action!

Simone: Okay this is going too damn far! Can't Steve do this on his own!?

Synn charges around the ring when Jasmine sees this and she quickly moves outside of the ring, heading him of at the pass! She gets between both men, forcing them apart as Despayre tries to drag himself up to the ring apron and Steve assists him, grabbing him by the hair and returning the favor from earlier and pulling him inside! Steve Irish whips him into the ropes and clobbers him with a running elbow! Steve pulls him up and deposits him to the mat with a scoop slam, then uses the ropes to launch himself back into a springboard moonsault and cover!

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

Steve throws him back down and covers him again, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Despayre kicks out again!

Steve yells in anger and frustration!

Adams: Despy just won't stay down!

Steve kicks him over onto his stomach and then sits on the small of his back and traps him in a camel clutch!

Simone: He can't pin him so he's going for a submission!

Adams: He has a better chance at pinning him.

Steve pulls back on Despayre's chin as hard and as far as he can, but Despayre cries out in the negative towards Jasmine's requests for him to submit!

Simone: And look at the ring positioning! Steve has Despayre right in the center of the ring and given the weight advantage on Steve's behalf, I don't think Despayre can get close to the ropes to break the hold.

Steve nods in satisfaction at where he is in the match, but soon the smile turns to a howl of pain as he starts to scream bloody murder! He quickly releases the hold and the fans see his fingers in Despayre's teeth!

Adams: Despy's BITING him! ... You know -- again!

Despayre is chomping down on Steve's fingers and refusing to let go as Steve throws shots at him with his free hand and Jasmine tries to get him to let go!

Simone: Well after everything that Steve has done during this match all I can say is good on Despayre!

Finally a rake of the eyes by Steve ends Despayre's makeshift assault! Steve shakes his hand, grimacing in pain! Despayre staggers back, holding his eyes, and doesn't see Steve's boot lash out towards him...

Adams: Fearless Shot!

Simone: But I don't think he got all of it after that savage attack on his fingers!

Despayre goes down and Steve dives on top of him for the cover!

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Despayre pats Steve on the back with his hand and Steve gets off and starts to celebrate!

Adams: What .. what just happened!?

Jasmine frowns and goes to Steve and pulls him arm down! He insists that he won and raises his arm again and again the referee pulls it down! She tells Steve what just happened and Ramone's eyes go wide with shock and anger!

Simone: What happened is the simple fact that Steve Ramone just got chumped!

Steve turns around and, incensed, goes right to the attack, kicking and stomping at Despayre! Steve drops down and starts throwing blows at him as Despayre tries to shield himself with his arms but Steve is relentless! Suddenly, Despayre throws Steve off and rolls on top of him and he begins returning the attack, throwing overhanded lefts and rights into Steve!

Simone: Where is this fight coming from!?

Steve manages to throw Despayre off of him and he rolls over and grabs hold of him, dragging him to his feet! Steve sends him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Despayre ducks under, rebounds, then catches him with a spinning high cross body!

Adams: I LOVE that move!

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Cyrus reaches in and grabs Despayre's foot and pulls him off of Steve!

Simone: For god's sake!

Adams: This isn't fair!

Cyrus climbs up onto the ring apron and argues with Jasmine as Steve buries a fist into Despayre's stomach, stopping him! Steve then Irish whips him into the ropes and goes for a back drop but Despayre leapfrogs over him and runs right into the ropes where he jumps and dropkicks Cyrus, knocking him clear off the apron!

Adams: YES!

Simone: That son of a bitch had it coming!

Steve goes to attack him from behind but Despayre sees it coming and ducks behind him, then jumps and catches Ramone with the Poisoned Frankensteiner! Despayre with the cover!

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3 - NO! Kick out by Steve!

Adams: Oh that was too close!

Despayre sends Steve into the near corner and catches him with a dropkick with nowhere to go, causing him to fall to his backside! Despayre then jumps around the ring in heightened excitement and dives into the corner with a senton splash against Steve! Despayre pulls him right back up and goes for an Irish whip into the far corner but Steve reverses it! Despayre runs up the turnbuckles and goes to leap off, but Andreas reaches in and cuffs his ankle, causing Despayre to trip and crash heavily to the canvas!

Simone: Son a ...!

But Synn is right there! He has seen enough and he barrels straight into Andreas, taking him to the floor and the fans are on their feet cheering!

Adams: Synn has seen enough!

A fight erupts ringside as Synn and Andreas brawl, rolling around on the floor and swinging lefts and rights into each others' faces and bodies! Recovered, Cyrus sees this happening and he rushes over and attacks Synn from behind, tearing him off of Andreas!

Simone: Tough as he is, Synn can't fight this! Not two on one!

Synn tries to fight them off but the numbers game starts to overwhelm him when the crowd erupts!

Adams: It's Rage! Rage is here!

Simone: And there goes any numbers advantage for Steve!

"The Sin of Wrath" aka Rage charges down to the ringside area and he grabs Cyrus and the two starts fighting, as does Synn and Andreas! Steve is watching in shock at what is occurring outside of the ring, but quickly senses to go back to work on Despayre who is starting to rise! Steve takes command and goes to send Despayre into the ropes but Despayre reverses it! Steve comes off and ducks behind Despayre and goes first for a crucifix, but then slides down Despayre's back for a sunset flip but Despayre drops to his knees and hooks his legs, folding him in half in a surprise roll up!

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Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: He did it! Despy did it!

Despayre quickly rolls out of the ring, leaving a completely shocked Steve inside, protesting to Jasmine!

Justin: Here is your winner, and the KING of Sin City Wrestling -- Despayre!

The fans are on their feet, cheering, as the brawl finally ends as Cyrus and Andreas realize what has happened and they dart inside of the ring to assist their boss! Despayre runs right around the ring where he leaps into Synn's arms and is handed Angel by Rage as the crowd cheers!

Simone: Say what you will but Steve Ramone had complete control of this match, and the fact is he just got too over confident and Despayre snuck away with this one!

Adams: And Despayre's reign as King is secure!

Rage and Synn heft Despayre up onto their collective shoulders and Despayre, all smiles, holds Angel up to massive cheers while Steve throws an absolute raging fit inside of the ring!

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Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Maggie, Dustin, The Lord MK, Sam, Mikah, Simon Jones, Mike, Casey, Annie, Erik, Crystal, Jenny Tuck, Gerrit, mystery BFTP guy. Also thanks to Annie again for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!