Climax Control

The camera opens in the outside of the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, in the upper parking lot where stands two very familiar faces; namely the joint co-owners of Sin City Wrestling, "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, and Christian Underwood.

Mark looks quite disgruntled as he stands stoically with his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his dress slacks, while Christian watches on towards the parking lot entrance with an eager look about his person. Quite in spirit of this very special charitable show, cuddled up against Christian's chest in his arms, was his own adored pet, a beautiful white Persian cat with bright blue eyes that goes by the affectionate name of Genie, named after Christian's own close friend and business manager, Gene Banton.

HS: I still don't see why we have to do this!

Christian: Oh quit your complaining, will you? It's a special guest for god's sake! She'll help raise funds for this show and in the end, we all win.

HS: Yeah I know damn well who this special guest will end up being!

Christian rolls his eyes while he continues to scratch Genie behind the ear.

HS: So allow me to rephrase and ask why I have to be out here?

Christian turns to Mark.

Christian: Mark, this is big. I mean really big! You don't get a guest like this to appear and not have us both out here to greet her.

Mark points at Christian.

HS: Her! Ha! I knew it! It's a her!

Christian: Yeah? So...?

HS: So I....

Suddenly the two bickering business partners are distracted by the arrival of a white stretch limousine, pulling into the lower level parking lot and making it's way up the ramp to where they stand. Christian is practically vibrating with excitement.

Christian: Oh my god! She's here! She's here! Can you feel the excitement!?

Mark pops a forefinger from between his lips and twirls it in the air to show just how excited he is. The limo arrives in the upper level and pulls around to the front entrance where the bosses stand. It comes to a halt and Christian motions to Mark with a nod.

Christian: Well go on! Show her that famous rep the British lads have for being gentlemen!

Mark can only roll his eyes as he takes a step forward.

HS: Fine, if only to get you to shut yer yap and get on with this night of misery!

Mark steps forward and grasps the handle of the rear passenger door and pops it open. he leans in...

HS: Alright, let's haul it...

Mark's eyes open wide at who he sees inside as a hand reaches out to take his and he steps back to help out of the limo...

The crowd watching on screen erupts in cheers at television legend, and animal rights activist, Betty White! Mark steps back, still surprised, and Christian steps forward and offers his hand.

Christian: Ms. White! This is an honor! Thank you so much for coming!

Betty shakes his hand.

Betty: Well thank you for inviting me! I love animals and this is an honor for me!

Christian: The honor is ours, Ms. White.

Betty: And who's this?

Betty extends her hand and starts to stroke Christian's cat, Genie.

Christian: This here is Genie, and the strong, silent fella here is Mark Ward.

Betty: Oh?

betty turns to see who Christian is speaking of and she bats her eyes in surprise. She then smiles coyly.

Betty: Oh! Well, hello!

Mark shares a sidelong glance to Christian over this 90 plus year old bird flirting with him and he clears his throat.

HS: Hello... Ms. White.

Betty giggles like a 90 year old school girl.

Betty: Oh please! Call me Betty!

She snakes her arm through Mark's and Christian opens the door for them to enter.

Betty: Shall we?

Mark starts to escort her inside and Christian smiles.

Christian: Yes, let's.

betty pauses and turns around.

Betty: Who invited you?

She reaches and closes the door behind herself and Mark, leaving Christian staring at the shut door in surprise.




The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage, clad in a sexy Roman soldier's uniform complete with red undershirt tunic with an attached faux leather armor and cape, wrist guards, shin guards, and helmet. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

Justin is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the Grand Ballroom at all of the fans filling the rows of seats around the ring and ballroom itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring where he removes his helmet and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, and welcome to the HISTORIC 150th edition of CLIMAX CONTROL!

The crowd cheers!

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

The crowd applauds and cheers as a lone spotlight shines upon the stage in luminescent rainbow colors. A closeup a stiletto heel tapping the stage in at the forefront of the screen, and as the camera pulls back, Amanda is revealed in her splendid glory, clad ala Tina Turner in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, complete with chainmail dress and long, spiked mohawk wig. As the camera pulls around to her forefront, the song begins...

Amanda: Out of the ruins, out from the wreckage
Can't make the same mistake this time
We are the children, the last generation
We are the ones they left behind Living under the fear till nothing else remains

We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

Looking for something we can rely on
There's got to be something better out there
Love and compassion, their day is coming
All else are castles built in the air

And I wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains

The spotlight illuminates the entirety of the stage, revealing Amanda is surrounded by the Las Vegas Children's Choir...

Chorus: All the children say, "We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome"

So what do we do with our lives?
We leave only a mark
Will our story shine like a life
Or end in the dark? Is it all or nothing?

We don't need another hero, hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

All the children say, "We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome

The song ends and the crowd gives Amanda and the children a standing ovation!

Simone: Hello everyone, and welcome to a show that is history in the making! Welcome to Climax Control 150!

Adams: I'm so excited I could spin!

Jason grabs his chair and gives it a hard spin!

Adams: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Simone: I'm Belinda Simone...

Jason's chair stops.

Adams: Oooh! And I think I'm going to be sick!

Simone: Yet you continue to... oh why bother? Fans, tonight's milestone edition of Climax Control is very special as we will be benefiting the Human Society of the United States! Animals everywhere needs the support for homes and food, and we are going to have several animals here at the Gold Coast up for adoption, as well as appearances by the loved pets of the men and women of Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: You know what else we're going to have? Wrestling!

Simone: What indeed would Climax Control be without the men and women inside of the ring, doing battle? And tonight we start things off by debuting the newest Superstar sensation from Ausieland...

Adams: Potty mouth!

Simone: I am referring to Kale Smith whose first test inside of the six-sided ring will be a man who has been on a tear, namely Markus Reeves!

Adams: Markus has been kicking butt lately. If Kale isn't careful, he'll get planted so hard he'll end up back in Australia!

Simone: Then the two newest Bombshells will be in action when second generation Bombshell, Christina Bentley takes on Amy-Jayne.

Adams: It's not just newcomers in the singles we're seeing tonight, but new tag teams too!

Simone: Indeed as Austin Acquin makes his official debut, teaming with his brother Joshua to take on the team of Jon Dough and Eyesnsnane!

Adams: Boy I hope the champs are here tonight because they're going to want to get a close look at some new competition!

Simone: We also have some returns this week! Chris Shipman shocked us all by returning to SCW in Tokyo, and his first match back is this week against Ryan Keys!

Adams: And if Ryan was worried before about his face... hoo doggy!

Simone: We have not one, not two, but three championship matches tonight, the first being for the Roulette Championship!

Adams: The champ, James Tuscini, has wanted a one on one against Casey Williams for a long time and tonight he gets it!

Simone: The question is, is he going to regret it? Casey just might be the one to beat Tuscini down and walk away with the gold.

Adams: And we have another return tonight! Kain is back!

Simone: That he is! The Grand Slam Hall of Famer made his return in Tokyo, attacking Rage and making his intentions for the Internet title crystal clear! Now he returns officially inside of the ring against a familiar face, Steve Ramone!

Adams: And if Kain knows what's good for him, he'll keep both eyes over his shoulder for Rage!

Simone: Ever since Crystal Millar, along with Despayre, won the Blast From the Past IV tournament, she has been promised a one on one shot at the World Bombshell title. We all thought it was going to happen at Into the Void V but because of Crystal's own actions, it turned into a Triple Threat between herself, Sam Marlowe, and Mercedes Vargas!

Adams: And Sam ended up beating Crystal to walk away a two time champion!

Simone: But tonight the bosses have decreed Crystal's guaranteed match be honored and she will finally get her chance at the gold, against new champion Samantha Marlowe!

Adams: Then the main event is where the proverbial shiznit will really hit the fan! Christian wanted the main event to be big for Climax Control 150...

Simone: And you don't get much bigger than J2h defending the title against none other than the only three-time champion, Drake Green!

Adams: Oh Mark was not happy when he learned this match had been signed!

Simone: Perhaps not but he was legally obligated to give Drake a contractual rematch for the title, and tonight will be that night!

Adams: Alright! Let's get BUSY!




Signs can be seen all around the six sided ring as the fans settle down from the start of the show. Suddenly the beat of Set Me On Fire blares out over the arena as the entrance lights up with what looks like flames. Stepping out from behind the curtains, Sam Marlowe poses surrounded by flames, the Bombshell championship belt riding low on her waist. Fans rush to their feet as she reaches behind her back and pulls the bombshell title off her waist and raises it for the fans.

Simone: Sam Marlowe starting the night for us in the ring. That young woman has done some amazing things since she debuted last year.

Adams: That is right, she has won the Bombshell championship, the youngest ever to win it by the way.

Simone: Actually she is the youngest ever TWO time bombshell champion. And it looks like she is coming to address the crowd here.

Sam begins to walk towards the ring, her hands reaching to high five the fans who crowd the rails to touch her. At one point midway to the ring, she pauses and moves to stand beside a young man who has a "marry me Sam" sign. Smiling she gives him a peck on the cheek before moving on to the ring where she rolls under the bottom rope.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen...introducing in the ring, she is a two time Bombshell Champion from Houston Texas...SAM MARLOWE!!

Justin smiles as he hands the microphone to Sam and steps back into a corner as the Bombshell champion looks over the cheering fans, a smile on her face as she puts the title on her shoulder.

Sam Marlowe: Honeys...WE'RE HOME!!

The fans go crazy once more as Sam motions to all of them with the microphone.

Sam Marlowe: I have to tell you...Japan was nice and all and the tour and fans were great but it is great to be back home in Vegas and with the best fans in the world. I hoped you missed us as much as I missed you. So let's talk about it...when I left the States to go on the Japan tour I was the Bombshell champion and I have to admit that when I left I said I would be returning as the Bombshell champion. I can proudly say I kept my promise.

Adams: Well that is the truth, she is the Bombshell champion.

Sam looks around, her smile fading slightly.

Sam Marlowe: But when I came back it was as the two time Bombshell champion. See when I was in Japan I lost the title and had to claw and fight my way back to the championship but I knew that I couldn't let my fans down when push came to shove and in Japan it did. When I was in Japan I was squarely in the sights of one Crystal Millar who seems to think that I don't deserve this title that I have on my shoulder.

Sam lets a hand rest on the belt protectively as she debates what else she is going to say.

Sam Marlowe: It got to the point where Crystal was so jealous that she hadn't gotten her shot that she won at the Blast from the Past tournament that she cost me the title. Little did she know that if she thought she would benefit from it, she learned wrong as I invoked my rematch clause at Into the Void and won the title back. And now I stand here the Bombshell champion and tonight is my first title defense against the same woman who cost me the title in the first place and the same woman I pinned to win it back.

Taking a long deep breath, Sam leans against the ropes and looks right into the camera.

Sam Marlowe: Crystal Millar by grace of god must have a horseshoe hidden where the sun don't shine. Not only is she getting the shot at my title, she is getting it on this the one hundred and fiftieth Climax Control. My only concern however is the fact that tonight we are also celebrating a great cause as we raise money for the Humane Society and I have already been backstage with some of the wonderful animals that are here tonight, animals that my opponent is deathly allergic to. And as much as that is an advantage to me, that isn't how I want to defend my title. I offered Crystal the chance to ask Christian and Mark for a raincheck but she sees the title that I am carrying as more important to her than her health. She needs the spotlight that the title gives to a Bombshell. And who am I to fault her that...

Sam stops and pulls the belt off her shoulder and looks at it hard.

Sam Marlowe: She may think she needs this but for all her need she has to remember one thing and one thing only...Win or lose tonight, it isn't the title that will define her, it will be how she handles herself in the match. Because we all know that I am a straight shooter in any match I wrestle so I have nothing to be ashamed of. But I am pretty sure that tonight Crystal will be saying that she will do what she needs to for the win. And if she does decide to take the low road then she will have to ask herself if she will really deserve the title in the first place. So good luck tonight Crystal, may the best woman win.

As she finishes speaking, Set Me On Fire begins to play once more as Sam hands the microphone to Justin and leaves the ring once more making her way to the entrance by high fiving the fans. At the entrance, she gives the fans one more wave before disappearing behind the curtain.

Simone: I have to say that Sam Marlowe is laying it on the line tonight against Crystal Millar who has basically said that she is the face of the Bombshell division.

Adams: Well if you ask me, right now the face of the division is that young woman that just left the ring.




We once again join the scene backstage in the Gold Coast Casino, upstairs on the second floor where the Grand Ballrooms are, the location for not just the show of Climax Control itself, but others used also in lieu of dressing rooms and where fans can go to get snacks, drinks, and perhaps a souvenir or two.

This room in particular is where we now have found Despayre. The young Superstar has managed to pry himself away from where all the dogs and cats are, amongst other animals from the Humane Society, and the pets of the random Superstar and Bombshell, in order to get a little munchy for himself. And what was his favorite form of munchy at wrestling shows?

Why, cotton candy of course!

Despayre's nose is pressed up against the glass of the vendor's machine, where she is making a fresh batch of bright purple cotton candy just for him! His smile is wide and his breath fogs up the glass of the cotton candy maker while he waits with much anticipation.

Crystal was walking by as her sneezing was apparent. As her allergies kept getting the best of her. As she sneezed over and over again.

Crystal: ACHOOOOOOO

She sneezes loudly as she walks past Despayre. She stops herself to catch her breath as she sighs loudly to herself.

Crystal: I can't wait until tonight is over... Too many animals for m... ACHOOOOOOOO

She sneezes even louder than before as she begins to rub her nose as she turns her head slightly to the man getting a snack.

Crystal: Oh... It's you!!! Hey there... Meani....

She can't even finish her statement as another sneeze escapes her.

Despayre: Bless you.

He says by instinct as he makes 'grabby hands' towards the vendor who smiles and passes a cone of that much desired cotton candy to him. He buries his mouth into the mass of sugary goodness and turns around to address who he is speaking to...

Despayre: And for the record, it's just you tOO**GASPS!*

His eyes widen at the sight of who he's speaking to and his mouth, covered in cotton candy residue, falls open. He quickly points his cone at Crystal and cries out...

Despayre: Wingardium Leviosa!

Despayre blinks. Crystal blinks. Despayre looks at his candy and then sighs.

Despayre; Riiiiight! Harry Potter flashback!

Crystal goes to sneeze again as she backs away quickly covering her mouth.

Crystal: Sorry... I don't want to sneeze all over your candy. Look I wanted to say something to you so listen up!

Crystal runs her fingers through her hair as she tries to find the words to say.

Crystal: I just want to say that I am so.... So.... sor.... Yes sore! That's the word sore from that bumpy ride from Japan all the way. I mean really I had to sit next to Tommy Knocks on a plane and all he did was whine, and cry, and get super emotional on me. So my ears are sore from having to hear him complain about SCW not having an East Coast tour... Yes bad ear drums and ACHOOOOOOOO

Crystal sneezes again as she sneezes again.

Crystal: You....You do believe that right? Right?!

Despayre just stares at her ... and stares ... and stares ... with a blank expression on his face. He S-L-O-W-L-Y brings his candy up for a bite and munches on it before lowering it, continuing to stare at the woman opposite him.

Despayre: Yesssssss? I just have one question.

Looking first left, and then right, Despayre leans in and inquires.

Despayre: Why are you telling me this?

Crystal shrugs her shoulders.

Crystal: Ok so maybe I am stretching the truth a bit.. Maybe one of us was getting emotional on a plane... And we talked about our JONATHAN over and over again but... never mind that. Look I wanted to see you because this whole thing with the Blast From The Past... I grrrr.... It didn't matter who was teaming up with me. If we won I would have acted the same way. It wasn't meant to be personal.

Crystal sighs again.

Crystal: I guess things did get out of hand one thing led to another and well... We had this whole big blow out and I wanna say that I am so so.....

Crystal whispers softly under her breath.

Crystal: sorry.... There I SAID it! Happy?!

Despayre: About what?

He pauses for a moment, then realization dawns on his face.

Despayre: Ohhhhhh! That!

He looks 'up' with his tongue between his lips and then shrugs.

Despayre: I dunno. You wait and you wait for something to happen, and then when it does ... poof! Like Christmas morning come and gone!

He shakes his head in faux dismay, then brightens and smiles.

Despayre: They might be happy though. Maybe a tad disbelieving.

At Crystal's frown of perhaps not understanding who 'they' are, Despayre points behind her with his cotton candy and there behind her is, of course, the camera crew. Despayre leans in and whispers to her with his hand cupped around his mouth.

Despayre: It's like they follow you EVERYwhere!

Crystal begins to get angry as she looks at the cameras.

Crystal: I didn't know they were here! Look I am sorry.. I said it and I am not taking it back... I refuse to get labeled as a bully! I may be a lot of things. A bitch no debating it. Delusional? Sure... But after seeing the way innocent Zelda get's treated by your snobby blonde haired friend. I refuse to be labeled a bully. So I am letting you I am done messing with you, and hopefully we can move on.

Crystal extends her hand out to Despayre.

Crystal: Sound fine?

Despayre looks at her extended hand, then up into her face. Despite his reputation for being ... unusual, and his mental state of a child, Despayre also has been known for having a heart of gold. In his tenure, he has charmed some of the sport's most hated individuals with his innocence and fun loving antics. He is, as those closest to him will testify, a surprisingly marvelous judge of character.

He smiles and promptly spits into his hand and clasps Crystal's.

Despayre: Deal!

Crystal seems disgusted as she forces a smile through her teeth.

Crystal: I can't say the same for your buddy Mikah.... GOD I NEED A WET WIPE!!!!

Crystal seems disgusted as she forces a hug on Despayre as she backs away holding her hand away from her before she sneezes into the other hand.

Crystal: God I need two wet wipes!




Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and introducing first from Darwin, Australia.

Kale Smith stands in the centre of the ring and waves to his fans.

Justin: And his opponent from Glendale, Arizone... Markus Reeves...

Markus Reeves appears on the entrance ramp with no music playing.

Markus Reeves: I would like to start off this show by thanking the band Stone Sour for allowing me to use their song "Absolute Zero" for my return to professional wrestling and during the end of my previous run. With that said the next show I will be debuting a new theme song, something that will announce my presence with authority. Now for the second piece of business that I would like to take care of and that is with SCW ring announcer Justin Decent. Prior to Into the Void, I made it known that I would be getting a new personal ring announcer because I don't feel that this Chippendales reject is worthy of announcing someone of my caliber.

Crowd Boos

Markus Reeves: So starting also the next show after this one I will be using my personal ring announcer Amber Ashe to bring me to the ring and if you try and announce me, Justin, I will beat you to the point that you will no longer want to live. I know that Sin City Wrestling has you doing this duty because you are a pretty face but let's be frank, if it wasn't for that you wouldn't be in this position and I'm not okay with that. You don't deserve to have the opportunity to introduce me just like Kale Smith doesn't belong in the same ring as me. For anyone who brought their kids to watch this show, go ahead and have them avert their eyes for a little while as I beat the Holy Hell out of this Australian piece of shit.

Crowd boos louder

Markus Reeves: I would have Amber Ashe announce me today but she is taking care of some other business so instead of either Amber or Justin and since it's Father's day, I would like to introduce you to my daughter who is currently in the ring and was supposed to announce my entrance in Japan at Into the Void but wasn't able to due to injuries suffered in a wrestling match the week before. So without further to do, I introduce you to my daughter, Miyoko Oshiro.

Markus gets ready to toss the microphone to the ground and instead holds it back up to his mouth

Markus Reeves: You know what? Fuck it, hit the music.

Markus tosses the mic as the Willie Adler's opening riff of "Blacken the Cursed Sun" by Lamb of God starts to play when the drums start to play the lights start to pulse red with bass drum as Markus Reeves starts to make his way to the ring. He gets to the ring and jumps up onto the apron and climbs over the top rope as the song continues to play

Miyoko Oshiro: Now in the ring from Phoenix, Arizona standing seven feet tall and weighing over three hundred pounds, he is the "Hardcore Badass", he is the "Sultan of Submission" and the Dictator of Destruction. I introduce to you, my father and the baddest motherfucker on the planet. Markus F'n Reeves!!!!!

Markus' music ends as he does a little stretching prior to the match

DING DING DING

The bell rings and both men slowly move in and lock up, however, Reeves quickly gets the upper hand and drives a knee into the gut of Smith, before drilling Smith's back with his arm, as Smith flinches from the shot, as Reeves moves back in and drills Smith another forearm shot, but this time to the face of Smith.

Simone: Reeves getting in the early advantage here.

Adams: Markus Reeves is the bigger man in this contest and wants to make a big first impression.

Simone: So does Kale Smith.

Smith staggers backward as Reeves grabs his hand and goes to whip into the ropes but Smith ducks and kicks Reeves in the gut and follows up with a loud stiff chop to the chest and while Reeves holds his chest, Smith repeats the process of a kick to the gut and then a chop to the chest. Although it only fazes Reeves for a moment, Reeves pushes Smith back and delivers his own kick to the gut before grabbing Smith and goes to whip him into the ropes but Smith counters and he sends Reeves over the ropes and out of the ring.

Adams: Kale got a little offence here, but Reeves showing his veteran prowess here.

Smith climbs out of the ring as he aims not to give Reeves a chance, where he approaches Reeves and grabs him, pulling him up before delivering another chop to the chest of Reeves before throwing him back into the ring. Smith goes to climb into the ring, but Reeves kicks out at Smith, make Smith stumble a little. Reeves quickly moves to his feet and climbs through the ropes, as Smith begins to get to his feet, Reeves charges and pushes Smith into the turnbuckle post before falling to the mat as he screams out in pain from his back hitting the turnbuckle post.

Simone: Reeves really using his extra strength and height to his advantage.

Adams: Not looking good for Kale Smith here.

Reeves climbs off the apron and grabs Smith and throws him back into the ring before climbing back in himself and where he grabs Smith and begins to club him over and over with his big fists. He then gets to his feet, where he drags Smith to his feet before bringing down another clubbing blow to his back, which sends Smith to his knees.

Adams: I would hate to be hit by Markus Reeves' fists... they must be huge.

Reeves grabs Smith and pulls him up by his hair, where he goes to whip Smith into the ropes for the big boot, but Smith ducks and bounces off the ropes the other side and hits flying shoulder block, which takes down Reeves, who was already unsteady.

Simone: Nice little counter by Smith, who catches Reeves off guard.

Smith bounces back onto his feet, where he turns and quickly leaps onto the ropes and hits a springboard senton and then goes for a pin.

Adams: Smith appears to be getting into this match now and goes for the early pin.

1...

Kickout...

Simone: Though he needs to work on Reeves a little more.

Reeves kicks out with force, however, it doesn't put Smith off and he begins to unleash his own punches and forearm shots to the face of Reeves. Smith then gets to his feet and grabs Reeves and pulling him up by his hair, where he hits a couple of forearm shots before whipping Reeves into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a splash. Smith backs away for a moment, as Reeves moves out from the turnbuckle and Smith rushes back in and hits a double knee face breaker.

Adams: Kale has realised that he has to wear down Markus Reeves and to avoid his power and strength.

Instead of going for a pin, Smith grabs Reeves and locks him up in the Krutons (Guillotine Chokehold) and straight away Reeves begins to try and fight out of it as he grabs and pulls at Smith's arms, but realising that he can't escape that way, he instead opts to get to his feet and using his strength his charges towards the turnbuckle, where he flings himself and Smith into them.

Simone: Does Kale realise his finisher shoulder be spelt with a C and not K.

Adams: Unless he purposely spelt that way.

Simone: Whatever the case, Reeves is using his power and strength to escape his situation.

Smith doesn't release the hold and Reeves does this again and this time Smith's grip lessons and Reeves rams Smith into the turnbuckle for the third time and Smith lets go of the hold and drops down onto the mat, while Reeves backs away rubbing his neck before moving back in and picking up Smith and setting him and hitting an exploder Suplex, which send Smith across the ring.

Adams: He has managed to escape the move.

Simone: And Smith is going to get punished for it.

Reeves climbs back to his feet and goes to Smith, where he picks him up and promptly clubs him in the back, before whipping Smith into the ropes and as Smith comes back Reeves hits a big boot to the face of Smith and goes for a pin.

Simone: Reeves with the big boot to try and finish this.

1...

2...

Kickout...

Adams: Smith just kicks out.

Smith kicks out as he holds his face, as Reeves looks the ref and glares at them, as he turns back to Smith, Reeves gets to his feet and pulling Smith up as well, Reeves hits a European uppercut on Smith, which makes him stumble, but Reeves grabs Smith's and whips him into the ropes once more and tries for another boot but Smith ducks once more and bounces off the ropes on the other side and hits a shoulder block to the knee of Reeves.

Simone: Smith looks to be out of this.

Adams: Or not. That's one way to slow the big man down.

Smith backs away for a moment to recover, as he watches Reeves swear at the top of lungs.

Smith watches as Reeves gets to his feet, Smith turns and heads towards the ropes and hits a springboard back elbow to the side of the Reeves' head, which knocks him silly. Taking advantage of Reeves being dazed, Smith once again locks in the Krouton's and makes sure its tight.

Adams: Smith once more locks in the guillotine chokehold and Kale hopes that the dazed Reeves taps.

With Reeves dazed from the elbow to the side of the head, Reeves tries to fight but instead taps out.

Simone: Reeves taps.

Justin: Winner of this match via submission... Kale Smith.

Adams: Good debut from both of these guys... but Kale Smith was just the better man tonight.

Kale's music hits over the p.a as the ref raises his hand in victory.




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward's office, the door is closed with a "do not disturb" sign on it though there are a pair of voices coming in from the other side of the door, what they are talking about remains a mystery as we can't really make anything out aside from the fact that one of the voices clearly belongs to Mark Ward and the other voice is clearly female.

Simone: Sounds like one of the bombshells is having a private meeting with Mark.

Adams: That usually involves sounds that I usually hear in a porn vid and I'm not hearing those sounds.

After a few minutes the door opens and Jessie Salco walks out with a massive grin on her face, waiting outside the door is Ms. Rocky Mountains who turns to Jessie after she closes the door behind her.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Jessie, what was the meeting with Mark about?

Jessie: Oh, nothing much, just discussing my future with the competent co-owner.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And what does that future entail?

Jessie's smirk disappears as she folds her arms.

Jessie: You'll find out soon enough.

Jessie adds before walking off.




Nightmare hits the PA as Joshua comes out from the back wearing a suit and tie heading to the ring that holds a podium in it. As he walks he is showing no emotion as he gets to the podium in the ring he straightens up the papers on the podium and takes a sip of water that was in the base of the podium. Joshua taps the microphone and begins to speak.

Joshua: "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Joshua Acquin. This week over twitter I had said things that some took offence to. It was basically said that this person was a slut and/or whore. Said person got mad and got others involved, asshat one and two. At which time she demanded I say sorry to her here on Climax Control 150. I have thought about what I have done and since this has happened I have something to say."

Joshua takes a deep breath.

Adams: He's actually gonna do it!

Simone: I never throught I'd see the day!

Joshua: "I...am..."

Adams: Do it, do it, do it!

Joshua shakes his head takes his jacket off, loosens his tie, and unbuttons the cuffs.

Joshua: "I...am...sorry but I can't do it. I basically said no not so many words that Evie is a slut. I would like to point out her twitter feed if I may. On June 12th she tweeted out: Seriously, the things I'd do to that man. #YoannGourcuff. Seems like she is thinking of doing things to him, if I were him I would run. Then on June 14th two tweets one after another. One day @CockneyKingBen will put me in my place... and I really hope it's hard up against him. Then: Or a wall, either or... I'm not fussy. That to me it seems like she just wants the D if you know what I mean. Then there are the pictures she has posted. Now for her clients I said I would say sorry to them but no I am not. I think two people should be fired from SCW for illegal activity. One is from Bad Company for the distribution to a minor Johnny Tsunami should be fired, fined heavily, or suspended. I have the best interest of SCW at hand because when people lose licenses due to this it will give a black eye to SCW. I for now will withhold the establishments from Metro pending what actions you take on the members. I am not messing around Mark and Christian I am going to give you two weeks to deal with this. The only sorry I am right now is sorry that I waste my personal time to talk to you puppets in the crowd."

With that, Joshua walks towards the ropes, leaving the ring with a serious look on his face.

Adams: I think we all now how Hot Stuff handles threats.

Simone: I'm more interested in how Bad Company are going to react to these allegations.

Joshua reaches the curtain, turning around holding two fingers up and mouthing the words "Two weeks" before stepping back through.




Were backstage we see Lin Ting Lu talking to Jon Dough. The camera man zooms in on them to get a closer shot of the two. Crowd is heard cheering. Jon can hear the fans going nuts. Jon turns to the hard camera to address the fans.

Jon Dough: I love you all to but I feel kind of bummed out right now.

Jon looks away from the hard camera to look at Lin Ting Lu.

Master Lilly: So Jon were is this dog you told you about?

Jon looks around and sees no dog.

Jon Dough: I guess he is with Eyesnsane.

Master Lilly: Hmm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

Jon Dough: I'm surer it's fine. So Master Lilly I guess Song and Orchid were not able to be here tonight huh. I was really hoping I can see them it's been a while.

Master Lilly: I understand Jon. I really wanted them to be here as well.

Jon Dough: Well I guess there always next week but this is CC 150 this is a milestone for SCW and for all who have ever been here. I feel that even thou they weren't here long they still could have shown up.

Master Lilly: I know Jon; they wanted to be here they really did.

Jon Dough: Yeah I know, it just kind of sucks they couldn't make it.

Camera man starts to zoom out and in doing so we can see two shadows behind Jon Dough, as the camera zooms out some more SCW can now see that the two causing the shadows are none other then Song and Orchid. As the fans in the area see this thru the SCW big screen they can be heard yelling. Camera man zooms in a bit

Crowd: Turn around Jon..... Turn around Jon.....

Jon Dough: Sounds like the fans are telling me to turn around.

Lin Ting Lu cant help but to start smiling.

Master Lilly: Well then Jon maybe you should listen to those fans.

Jon turns around and sees both Song and Orchid. Jon goes from being bummed out to being very cheesy.

Jon Dough: Orchid, Song you both made it.

Jon Dough gets closer to them to give them a hug. Jon tries to let go but Orchid holds him for a few seconds longer then gives Jon Dough a kiss to his cheek. Lin Ting Lu takes a few steps to get closer to the group.

Song: We missed you to Jon.

Orchid: Yes were so glad to have you back.

Jon Dough: When did you guys get in?

Orchid and Song look at each other with a smile. Song looks at Jon Dough.

Song: We been here for 2 days now

Jon is shocked the news

Jon Dough: Why you guys wait so long to see me?

Orchid looks at Jon with a silly look

Orchid: We wanted to surprise you and the SCW fans, duhh!

Jon Dough: Well I'm very surprised. I'm sure the fans are excited to see you both.

Song: So Master Lilly, Jon were is Eyesnsane at?

Jon Dough: Not sure he is either walking the dog or the dog is walking him.

Orchid giggles a bit while at the same time the camera man zooms out a bit and in a distance we can see Eyesnsane and the St. Bernard they found approaching the rest of the Elders. Both Eyesnsane and the dog stop.

Orchid: One thing is for sure. One dog is walking the other dog. He-he

Song: Well when you see him tell him I said hi. No better yet tell him to watch his back because you never know were the red ninja may strike.

Song goes in to a Wing Chun stance. We can see from afar that Eyesnsane is holding on to the dogs collar while he is telling the dog something and is seen pointing to the elders.

Song: Eyesnsane don't want any of this.

We see Eyesnsane letting go of the dog collar and we see the dog run towards the elders. The dog gets closer and with out warning jump and takes a nibble on Song's Butt, Song jumps forward as a reflex.

Song: What the hell.

Orchid and Song turn around

Jon Dough: Oh there hey is.

Orchid: OMG he is so cute.

Orchid goes to pet him but before she can touch him the dog has climbed her right leg and is now humping it.

Song starts busting out laughing while Orchid is seen getting embarrassed.

Orchid: No! Bad dog. Very bad dog.

Eyesnsane walks up to them with a grin on his face.

Eyesnsane: He's alright he just wanted to smell the flowers. Hey Song don't cut me boo! Now I got a surprise for y'all oh wait hold on though.

Eyesnsane puts a bowel down on the ground and pours something from a canteen he has on his belt into it. The dog immediately goes to the bowel and begins drinking.

Jon Dough: Eyes....

Eyesnsane: Nah bro it's all good. This is what you wanted. I did not want the damn thing anyway. Oh but I got my dog to get something for the dog.

Song: Huh? Why would I cut you and what's a boo? Am I too pale? Oh and you got another dog?

Just then "The Clown of Death" Ted and Alana Allure come walking into view. At the sight of Alana both Song and Orchid run over to her and give her a hug as they all squeal. While Eyesnsane squints his eyes and drinks from the canteen. Ted stands next to Eyesnsane and takes a t-shirt from off of his shoulder and shows it to Eyesnsane, who laughs so hard he holds his nose. As the dog finishes his bowel Ted leans down and puts the shirt on the dog. As Eyesnsane recovers.

Eyesnsane: Everybody this is my brother from another mother, Ted. Ted that's Master Lilly and Orchid the little red corvette is Song. Oh and you may remember the masked one from such hits as Matt Spears does LOW, when he's not Jon Dough, and you just met and hooked up the dog.

Ted: Alright, alright. Nice to meet y'all. My brother here has told me so much about you guys. Look at us looking like a high school reunion.

Alana gives Master Lilly a hug as Orchid and Jon look at the dogs t-shirt and Jon chuckles a bit.

Jon Dough: But I thought you don't like the dog.

Eyesnsane: I don't have to like something to understand it. Plus since you want this thing to be all running around with us like it's one of your guys new best friend then we may as well do it right and have this son of a bitch styling.

Master Lilly: Eyesnsane!

Eyesnsane: Oh, I'm sorry. So we can have this son of a bitch in style.

Master Lilly: Eyesnsane that's uncalled for.

Eyesnsane: Hey, he's a boy we all saw him hump her leg. Don't blame me for Webster's definition of the word bitch which has to have been where it came from right?

The dog is looking up at Eyesnsane and barks. As if on cue Eyesnsane pours more from the canteen into the bowel. Orchid shakes her head in disapproval, Alana rolls her eyes, Jon and Ted laugh, while Song just stands there. Master Lilly takes out her phone.

Master Lilly: Let me get a picture of all of you.

Jon and Ted stand on either side of Eyesnsane as Alana and Song stand in front of them and on either side of Orchid and they all bend over a bit as Eyesnsane looks down with a grin on his face and the dog is in the middle trying to sniff Orchid.

Master Lilly: Alright, one , two three...

As she snaps the picture both the dog and Eyesnsane go back to drinking. As the bowel is now empty the dog sits up now looking at Master Lilly and Eyesnsane having tilted his head all the way back licks his lips as the canteen is empty.

Master Lilly: Let's try that once more shall we?

Song: The dog's shirt says he likes it doggy style!

Master Lilly snaps another picture as they all laugh.

Jon Dough: Ummm, Eyes. Are you going to be okay for the match?

Eyesnsane: No worries, I'm just practicing for my drunken master test later this year.

Jon Dough: Wait how does that.....

Eyesnsane starts to walk away.

Eyesnsane: Besides your dog is a freak bro, you may want to keep an eye on him. Anybody else have a taste for tacos?

The dog staggers forward then lies down and turns over on its back with its mouth open and tongue hanging out to the left.

Jon Dough: He didn't...

Ted: Knowing that crazy asshole, he did.

Orchid: You mean he was not giving the dog water?

Just then the dog let's out a large and unusually long fart. The dog then jumps up and looks at all of them then it grabs to bowel with its mouth and runs down the hall the same way Eyesnsane went and they all follow the dog which while is going forward is also going from side to side.




The opening lyrics of Sweating Bullets by Megadeth hits the speakers, with a special tribute to Nick Menza, Megadeths drummer during the time that Sweating Bullets was written. As the tribute runs and the song plays, Casey Williams walks down the ramp towards the ring, with Pussy Willow inside the ring, awaiting the Freight Train of Pain to enter the ring.

Pussy: Casey, I know you are hungry for regaining a title, but are you worried about having to deal with Dmitri, whom you've been feuding with lately, as he is James Tuscini's tag partner?

Casey looks at Pussy with disgust when she mentions both Rage's and Dmitri's name.

Casey: Well Pussy, I am, but I also know that I have a huge opportunity that I know I had missed at Into the Void V, and was shocked that management put the title on the line, knowing that both James and I had brutal matches at Into the Void.

Casey smiles and cackles when he reflects on his opportunity of getting the title and his recent actions.

Pussy: How does it feel to be involved with Sin City Wrestling since its inception, most of your time as wrestler, but also as manager of Dying Breed, knowing we are in our 150th episode of Climax Control?

Casey looks annoyed with Pussy, as if he thinks her question is stupid.

Casey: Isn't it obvious? I mean, Sin City Wrestling has been a great organization for me, and the management team has always been there for me, for better or for worse, when I needed something. I look forward to continuing to offer my services to this organization for as long as my body and mind allows me too.

Casey grudgingly walks up the ramp towards the back, frustrated, yet confident in himself as the scene fades to black.




In the backstage area Uriella Abaddon and Lucy Seraphina, The Angel Clan, the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions. Both Lucy and Uri smile as their stand is set up perfectly with different things from Uri's clothing line and sitting on the table is the titles themselves.

Lucy: You sure this is okay?

Uri: Oui!

Lucy: Okay, okay you know I'm just going to make sure.

Uri smiles at her sibling and on her right shoulder was a white tiger cub and, on Lucy's left shoulder was a grey colour wolf cub. The Angel Clan's pets for the most part weren't normal ones. The closest one was Rachel with her grey cat Angel. Lucy stands behind the shop stand and smiles, her cub licks her ear.

Lucy: Hey now Pietro! That tickles.

Uri giggles and stands in front of the set up. Uriella turns to Shiva and nods. Shiva lets out a cute roar catching the attention of people.

Uri: Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of all ages! Your SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions are selling clothing from my limited edition fashion line: "Assassin's chaos". An exclusive Sin City Line in honor of our championship win. All profit from this goes to "The Humane Society of the United States".

Uriella quickly walks behind as the stand gets swamp.

Lucy: Oh yes! This is going to be awesome!

Uri: Extra, extra! Come and get it before it is gone!

The two sisters chuckle as they keep up with the crowd.




Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Bucharest Romania...Amy-Jayne!

"Doll Parts" by Hole plays over the PA system as Amy-Jayne steps out from behind the curtain, she bends forwards and then flicks herself back upright causing her hair to flip, she then proceeds down the ramp and starts to pose and flips her hair in her hands, as she reaches ring she does a lap of the ring interacting with the crowd as she did, she then steps up onto the ring apron and then proceeds to do the splits on the ring apron before sliding under the bottom rope and standing back up inside the ring, Amy then does some ballet twirls and flips her hair before proceeding to the turnbuckle stepping to the middle rope and bending forward to mimic the early paet of her entrance on the turnbuckle, she then jumps down from the turnbuckle turns around and starts stretching and jogging on the spot awaiting her opponent.

Justin: And her opponent..from Hollywood California...Christina Bentley!

The sounds of Niykee Heaton's "Devil" fills the arena. As the lights in the arena go from their usual setting to a darker pink, the fans begin to boo. The camera focuses itself at the entrance way as the beautiful "Golden Starlet" Lacey Bentley has made her way out onto the ramp way. The vivacious manager of "The Second-Generation Starlet" Christina Bentley stands with her hands on her hips, and a microphone in her right hand. As she glances around the arena and looks over at the crowd, who are heavily booing the blonde stunner. With a smirk on her face, she raises the microphone up to her mouth as "Devil" fades out.

Lacey Bentley: Ladies and gentleman, allow me to do the proper introduction. It is my pleasure to introduce to you the product of my hard work. Be prepared to witness the new apex of women's wrestling. PWA, be prepared to see a true vision of professional-wrestling. Be prepared to learn a hard lesson of hashtag X-Tina facts. Ladies and gentleman, welcome Hollywood's Hottest It-Girl, the Scarlet Ingenue, the Second-Generation Starlet... my daughter, Christina Bentley!!!!

As "Devil" comes back over the PA system, Lacey takes a few steps to the right. She throws her hands to introduce her daughter, Christina Bentley. As Christina steps out from behind the curtain, her smile radiates as she continues to receive a rather warm reception from the fans. Christina, who is carrying her usual "Glamourizer" mirror. As she stands up in the center of the ramp way, Lacey meets her back in the center. As Christina holds the mirror outwards, she and Lacey share it as they look at themselves. After a few moments of admiration, Christina hands the mirror over to her mother.

As Christina begins to walk down the ramp, Lacey follows behind with mirror in hand. As the tandem walk down the ramp, the fans then begin to cheer for the mother-daughter tandem. While Lacey keeps her laser focus towards ringside, Christina uses her glamourizer free hand to embrace the fans.. As Christina stops at the bottom of the ramp, Lacey continues on and goes up the ringside stairs. Lacey enters the ring over the middle rope. She then stands with her back to the ropes as Christina walks over and jumps onto the apron behind her. Christina turns her back to the ropes so that both women are back to back. As Lacey steps forward, she ends up in the middle of the ring. Christina then places both of her arms on the ropes, then her right foot on the bottom one. In one fluid motion, she flips over the top rope, into the ring.

With a smirk, Christina meets her mother in the center of the ring. Both women stand there for a moment before Lacey reaches over and grabs onto Christina's right arm. She then raises it into the air triumphantly before the match even begins. "Devil" then fades out once more as Lacey puts her daughter's arm down and walks out of the ring with the "Glamourizer" in hand.

Adams: New girls got a very interesting entrance if you ask me.

Simone: Both of these women are new to SCW's bombshell division but I don't think that they are going to disappoint for sure.

Both women meet in the middle of the ring and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that Amy-Jayne uses her height advantage to leverage Christina back towards the ropes. Christina is forced into the corner where Amy-Jayne is forced to make the break. Backing away from the corner, her hands in the air, Amy-Jayne rushes back in with a clothesline that rocks Christina's head back then lifts her opponent with a foot under her jaw as she chokes Christina in the corner. Jacob Summers begins his five count that Amy-Jayne uses to her full advantage before releasing the choke at four.

Adams: Amy-Jayne is certainly taking advantage of the smaller Christina Bentley in the ring.

Simone: That is what happens when you are big like Amy-Jayne. Size does matter Jason.

Adams: I knew it!

In the ring, Amy-Jayne is being talked to by Jacob Summers as Christina recovers for a moment. Before Amy-Jayne can turn around, Christina jumps on her back and locks in a sleeper. Amy-Jayne staggers slightly as she tries to fight off the effects of the hold but Christina keeps it locked on. In desperation, Amy-Jayne staggers into the corner to slam the back of Christina into the turnbuckle. Christina's hold breaks slightly as Amy-Jayne uses the ropes to once more slam Christina's back into the turnbuckle and force the break. Staggering out from the corner, Amy-Jayne drops to the mat trying to catch her breath as Christina sags slightly in the corner. Summers checks on both Bombshells as Christina moves to grab Amy-Jayne's arm, locking in a fujiwara armbar that forces a scream of pain from the Romanian.

Simone: Christina is smart to keep her opponent grounded.

Adams: That is true because with the size of Amy-Jayne, she could break Christina in half.

Amy-Jayne struggles to pull the two of them towards the ropes. In a last desperate move, she manages to grasp the bottom rope which forces Christina to break the hold and roll back off the arm of Amy-Jayne that is pulled against her chest as she leans against the bottom rope trying to get some feeling into the limb.

Adams: Amy-Jayne looks to be in pain...check it out Belinda..I am a poet and don't know it!

Simone: You rhymed Jason, that's it.

Adams: You can't say I am not multitalented. Commentary, poetry, what's next hmmm?

Simone: If you start to sing I am having them cut your microphone for the rest of the night!

Christina moves towards Amy-Jayne as she is pulling herself up on the ropes in the corner. Catching Amy-Jayne with a monkey flip attempt, Christina is launched backwards to the canvas. Rolling through she is quick to her feet only to have Amy-Jayne hit her with a single leg dropkick that sends her to the outside. Amy-Jayne pops herself to her feet as Christina pulls herself up by the apron then grabs the leg of Amy-Jayne to pull her off her feet. Quickly she rolls into the ring and pulls Amy-Jayne up for a scoop slam to the mat.

Simone: Christina pulling a power move on Amy-Jayne!

Christina drops to get the first pinfall of the match and only manages to get a two count as Amy-Jayne quickly brings her shoulder off the mat. Christina gets to her feet and grabs the legs of Amy-Jayne and wraps one around her own leg before being pulled off her feet into a small package but kicks out of it quickly. Both bombshells roll to the opposite sides of the ring and get to their feet. Christina rushes across the ring with a clothesline that rocks Amy-Jayne back but not off her feet. Christina turns back to her opponent only to eat a superkick from Amy-Jayne who follows through with a pin attempt but Christina is able to get a foot on the bottom rope.

Adams: That was a close one, good thing that Summers was on the ball enough to see her foot on the ropes or it would have been curtains for Christina.

Getting to her feet, Amy-Jayne pulls Christina away from the ropes and then uses a schoolgirl pin on Christina who kicks out at two. Looking up at Jacob, Amy-Jayne can be seen saying something as she grabs Christina by the hair to pull her to her feet. Summers warns Amy-Jayne to let the hair go. Looking at Christina then at Jacob, Amy-Jayne uses a hard yank of the handful of hair to drop Christina to the mat.

Simone: That was a blatant cheat right there.

Adams: Jacob seems to be reading Amy-Jayne the riot act.

Amy-Jayne brushes past Summers as she moves towards the now standing Christina who kicks her in the mid-section which doubles over the bigger woman. Christina quickly grabs her and uses a snap suplex to bring Amy-Jayne to the mat and floats over for a pin that is reversed quickly by the Romanian. Christina rolls through the reversal only to hit a quick front dropkick on the seated Amy-Jayne.

Adams: Ooo that is going to leave a mark for sure.

Christina turns and gets to her feet as Amy-Jayne rolls to the side and uses the ropes to get to her feet. Christina charges towards the Romanian and uses a high knee to send her staggering into the corner. Amy-Jayne sags against the ropes as Christina watches her. Getting slowly to her feet, Amy-Jayne staggers out of the corner as Christina rushes the nearby ropes and leaps on the bottom rope launching herself at the Romanian and dropping her with a springboard reverse ace crusher.

Simone: That is the move that Christina calls the Razzmatazz. This looks like it might be over right here.

Christina drops to pin Amy-Jayne. Jacob is about to slap the canvas a third time when Amy-Jayne just barely manages to kick out which makes Christina shocked. Looking at Jacob, she shakes her head and motions for the three that Summers waves off. Amy-Jayne is rolling away to get to her feet as Christina gets to hers first. Moving towards Amy-Jayne, Christina wraps her arm around the bigger woman and drops her with a leg sweep.

Adams: Oh this will not be good if what I think is coming comes...

Christina rolls through and then picking up Amy-Jayne, hits the #XTinafied on the bigger bombshell.

Simone: I don't think that Amy-Jayne will be kicking out of that too easily.

Jacob drops to the mat as Christina pins Amy-Jayne and gets the three count as a commotion begins to happen along the ramp.

Justin: The winner of the match...Christina Bentley!

Out of nowhere, Veronica Taylor appears as Christina slowly rises to her feet, her hands moving to her back as she pants and looks out over the crowd and doesn't see Veronica slide under the bottom rope and wrap her necklace around her hands. Veronica drops it over Christina's head and yanks her backwards in a choke. The crowd boos Veronica who smirks as she plays up the boos as cheers for her actions.

Simone: Christina Bently is being choked out by Veronica Taylor.

Adams: Someone get in there and do something to help Christina!

Smirking deviously, Veronica sets Christina back up then pulling forward, takes the choking Christina to the match with the exed out. As Christina lays on the mat, Veronica sneeringly smiles at the fans as she stands over the downed bombshell, her necklace dangling from her hand.

Adams: Veronica Taylor just sent a very strong message to Christina Bentley. What else could happen tonight is anyone's guess!




"I pledge allegiance to the flag of The Fearless Champion Steve Ramone"

Simone: Well it didn't take Steve long to join us.

Adams: You'd think he'd be hiding backstage after his recent appearance on the Jeremy Kyle Show!

Simone: This IS Steve we're talking about!

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

Following the quote "I Want The World And Everything In It" by Battle Beast begins to play over the PA System as Steve comes out from the back air guitaring on the championship belt whilst doing his best Malcolm Young impression, Cyrus and Andreas join him on stage as he reaches the middle of the ramp and holds the title high before making his way down to the ring singing along to the song as he does, once he reaches the ringside area he slides the belt into the ring before rolling in and picking it back up and holding it high whilst his bodyguards join him.

Simone: I'd say that I'm glad that his failure to win the Roulette Title at Into the Void hasn't stopped him from carrying around the Fearless Championship but I'd be lying.

Adams: I'm still waiting for the bosses to step in and order him to melt that thing down.

Cyrus snatches the microphone from Justin's hands and he leaves the ring as Cyrus hands the microphone to Steve.

Steve: Two weeks ago at Into the Void I was robbed again of my chance to win the Roulette Title as Ryan Keys knocked me out before I could go for the pin on Matt Spears but it is worth noting that I was not made to submit so if my campaign against Rage fails I can always claim that I deserve another shot!

Simone: I can't believe I'm saying this but he has a point!

Adams: Knowing him though that's not the only reason he came out tonight.

Steve: But that was far from my only recent humiliation as of late as my recent appearance on the Jeremy Kyle Show will attest, now I know a lot of you found it fucking hilarious to watch my marriage of seven years fall apart on TV but I didn't find it the least bit funny!

Simone: But he agreed to be on the show.

Adams: Only after his wife threatened to post his dick pics on Social Media, thank god she didn't go through with her threat.

Steve: So I came out here to call that bastard out! That's right, I know Jeremy Kyle is in the building tonight and I want him to come out here and apologize on TV!

Simone: Apologize for what?! It was Steve that failed the Lie Detector!

Adams: Jeremy Kyle isn't even in Vegas tonight, let alone the building!

Sure enough the theme song to The Jeremy Kyle Show starts to play and Jeremy Kyle comes out, or rather an obvious imposter who looks like a professional wrestler comes out wearing a cheap suit saying hi to the booing audience as he walks down the ramp, "Jeremy" enters the ring and his given a microphone by a stage hand.

"Jeremy": Good evening and welcome to my show......

Steve: It's not your show dumbass!

"Jeremy": Oh, right, I forgot that I'm actually on a good show for once, anyway, do you work? Why do you smoke cannabis rather than see your kid? Your nothing but a boy, aren't you?

Steve: Oh shut the fuck up already! Get him boys!

Before "Jeremy" can say another word Andreas and Cyrus pounce on him beating him down to the cheers of the crowd, Steve orders them to hit him with their finishers and they do so Andreas hitting the Off with Your Head first followed by Cyrus hitting the Bow Down to the King.

Simone: Good thing that isn't the real Jeremy Kyle, otherwise SCW would be sued.

Adams: That would be fun to watch though!

Cyrus and Andreas force "Jeremy" up and Steve gets in his face.

Steve: Apologize for ruining my marriage now! Son of a bitch!

"Jeremy": Never!

Steve gives the signal and Cyrus and Andreas beat up on "Jeremy" some more before picking him back up.

"Jeremy": I....... I apologize!

Steve: See, was that so hard?

Steve says mockingly as he pats him on the head before knocking "Jeremy" out with the Fearless Shot!

Steve: Consider this a message to anyone in my path as I go after Rage! I'm not fucking around anymore and no one will stand in my way of gold!

"I Want The World........and Everything In It" by Battle Beast starts up again as the trio leaves and paramedics tend to "Jeremy".




Attention switches to the SCW-Tron, above the stage, and the fans cheer, as Natalie McKinley and Simon Jones appear on the screen. The two are sat beside one another on a sofa; noticeably, Natalie is wearing a replica Wales football jersey, while Simon is wearing a replica Birmingham City F.C. jersey. Natalie smiles at the camera, and it is she that is the first of the two to speak.

Natalie: Hello, Las Vegas! I hope that you are all enjoying what is a landmark night for SCW's flagship show.

Her smile broadens somewhat.

Natalie: The video that you are watching now is actually being recorded three days in advance, to be broadcast during the show, as I don't yet know for certain whether or not I will be at the Gold Coast Hotel and Casino, for the milestone one hundred and fiftieth episode of Climax Control.

Simon: It's also being recorded before our respective countries play one another later this afternoon, as depending on what happens in that match, Natalie and I might not be on speaking terms in a couple of hours from now.

Natalie and Simon exchange glances.

Natalie: With Sunday's show being a milestone episode, I expect that you will get to hear some of the men and women of SCW reminisce about their fondest memories from Climax Control - and I wish to join in with that.

Natalie tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Natalie: My two favourite memories happened within a span of fifteen days, in February of last year. The first one is from episode number one hundred and six, when I got to compete inside the six-sided ring in my hometown of Cardiff, in front of my family, and my friends.

Simon: Are you going to mention who your tag team partner was in that match?

Natalie turns to look at Simon.

Natalie: I was just getting to that.

She then turns back to face the camera.

Natalie: As Simon has just alluded to, he was my partner in a mixed tag team match, and to give credit where credit is due, he played his part in helping to ensure that I was on the winning side in front of my hometown crowd.

There is a brief pause, before Natalie continues.

Natalie: The second of my two favourite memories from Climax Control occurred on episode number one hundred and eight, when I pinned Mercedes Vargas, to earn myself a shot at the bombshell roulette title; two weeks later, at Blaze of Glory IV, I would defeat Mercedes again, to win the first title of my career, and thus end her record-setting reign as champion.

Natalie turns to look at Simon again.

Natalie: Have you got any memories that you want to share?

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: If people want to hear me reminisce about my favourite memories from Climax Control, they can go back and watch what I said on the one hundredth episode of the show - I know that eighteen months have subsequently passed, but I don't have anything more to add to what I said at that time.

He then turns to face the camera.

Simon: I only agreed to appear in this video because it has been a while since I had the chance to say anything to you, the SCW fans; I just wanted to take this opportunity to let you all know that I'm still alive, and that I'm enjoying life away from the ring.

Natalie looks back to the camera.

Natalie: Okay, well, we need to wrap this up, so that Simon and I won't miss the kick-off - I don't want to miss a second of Wales thrashing England.

Natalie grins, whereas Simon rolls his eyes.

Natalie: I'll see you all next week, if not sooner.

Simon: And here's to the next one hundred and fifty episodes of Climax Control.

The scene cuts away.




The camera opens up backstage inside the Seven Deadly Sins locker room. Rage is seen sitting on a bench with his pet cat, Aggie, curled up in his lap, fast asleep. He's petting her gently as he stares off into space it seems, something noticeably on his mind. Moments later, the door swings open and Synn and Despayre, with Angel and Sebastian, enter the room. Aggie immediately lifts her head and upon seeing an unknown feline in the room, she jumps down from Rage's lap and runs and hides. Despayre sets Sebastian, a.k.a. Demon kitty, down and the orange-haired feline just stares at Rage.

Rage: Hey! If it weren't for me you orange haired beast, you wouldn't have a home. Just remember that!

Sebastian lets out a hiss and Despayre just looks down at his feline companion.

Despayre: Sebastian! That's no way to act when we have a lady in the room! You're scaring her!

Sebastian just looks up at Despayre and lets out a meow before he saunters off into another part of the locker room, presumably trying to find Aggie. Rage just shakes his head and Despayre rushes off to try and find Aggie. Synn turns his attention to Rage.

Synn: Have you spoken to Kittie yet?

Rage shakes his head.

Rage: She won't answer my calls let alone talk to me! I think I'm gonna head back to your place with you guys later and corner her if I have to.

Synn: Anything new on the Electra front?

Rage shakes his head again.

Rage: She hasn't showed up at my house since we got back from Japan, but I suspect she's behind the unknown number that keeps trying to call my phone. You know I filed that damn restraining order, but it don't do any good if they can't find her to serve it to her.

Synn just nods slowly.

Synn: As much as I understand why you felt the need to do that, it might have been a bit premature. You still don't have any idea why she's back around?

Rage: I don't want to know, Synn. She's a master manipulator, and I don't care why she's back, because it doesn't matter. She brings nothing but chaos into my life, and I'm not having any of that anymore.

Synn: Understandable, but you did say she looks different than last time, correct? I'd normally advise against it, given everything that happened next time, but maybe you should see what she has to say and go from there?

Rage lets out a laugh and shakes his head again. He stands up from the bench and walks towards Synn.

Rage: Again, I'm not interested. Besides, if I even talk to Electra, Kittie will probably think I want to get back together with her or something, and that ain't happening. I'm halfway tempted to not even try and fix this shit with Kittie, because it's all just bullshit.

Despayre: Swear jar!

When Rage turns to face Despayre and respond, he's left speechless when he sees Despayre seated on the floor with Sebastian and Aggie curled up together in his lap and Despayre pets each of them lovingly. Rage's eyes widen and he runs his hand over his head, dumbfounded.

Rage: Aggie!

Aggie lifts her head and just blinks her eyes as she looks at her owner, letting out a soft meow before she lowers her head back down over Sebastian's neck.

Rage: Traitor!

Synn lets out a chuckle and Despayre looks up to Rage with a big smile.

Despayre: See! Sebastian is a sweetie and even Aggie knows it!

Rage rolls his eyes again before he turns his attention back to Synn.

Rage: Look, we'll talk about this more later. I'm gonna go grab a bottle of water or something.

Synn: Just think about what I said, Rage. Maybe next time she calls you should try answering. That might be a little more tolerable than a face to face conversation.

Rage: I'll think about it.

Synn nods again as he steps aside, letting Rage walk out of the locker room, and he turns his attention back to Despayre who is still giving all his attention to Sebastian and Aggie across the room.




The camera cuts to the backstage area where new SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, The Angel Clan stand, Uriella with a tiger cub sitting comfortably at ease on her shoulder, while I wolf cub stands next to Lucy, looking around the area. The champions converse amongst themselves.

Lucy: Hey Uri, go take a break. I'll watch the place, I know Shiva's probably hungry or something.

Uri smiles and nods.

Uri: Do you want me to bring Pietro with me?

Lucy: What do you think boy?

Pietro looks up at Lucy and flops onto his stomach, laying down at Lucy's side.

Lucy: Guess not; thanks though Uri.

Uriella smiles and nods. She exits the stand and walks away with Shiva on her shoulder.

Uri: Let's get some food. I'm hungry what about you?

Shiva lets out a small growl and smiles. This causes Uriella to laugh and pet Shiva. Before Uri can move away, Hot Stuff Mark Ward approaches the two, smiling widely. He looks at Uri

HS: Well if it isn't the difference maker in the team. I've been looking for you.

He looks towards Lucy.

HS: No offense with the difference maker thing but I now see tag gold around

Uri: I was always more of the tag specialist. Well what can we-

Uri looks at Shiva.

Uri: Do for you seeing how you've been looking for me.

HS: Actually, I wanted to congratulate you.

Hot Stuff looks towards Lucy, and down uneasily at the wolf cub next to her.

HS: Well both of you I guess, on breaking the streak of Team Hero. You may have worked out I'm really not Keira Fisher's biggest fan lately, but I always had faith in you Uri to break their run, just something about you.

Uri smiles.

Uri: Merci, Mr.Ward. I've always tried my best and really something about me? Do tell now.

Hot Stuff looks Uri up and down, looking at the tiger cub on her shoulder. He puts a hand out towards it, but thinks better of it, pulling his hand away.

HS: Ever since you showed up, well both of you really I guess, hi Claire by the way, I just knew you could be someone to take SCW by the nuts and make something different happen, and well already, you proved that could happen.

Lucy rolls her eyes, but Hot Stuff stays focused on Uri.

HS: You ended the longest Bombshell Tag Team streak there was within weeks of being here and I see things only getting better.

Uri: Shiva's friendly. She's actually my son's pet. I think it was three weeks since I started. I can't remember off the top of my head.

Lucy: It was three weeks.

Uri: Merci, Lucy. I told everyone that I was going to cause some chaos and so I did. I mean look at my last name. Abaddon, the angel of destruction.

HS: It's still a tiger and I like my hands where God intended them to be.

Hot Stuff looks at the tiger and back to Uriella.

HS: Three weeks, three weeks and boom, SCW gets shaken to it's core.

Hot Stuff points his finger at Uriella.

HS: I knew you had it in you the second you signed that contract and I think it will continue to keep going after someone gets lucky and takes those belts from you and you go solo. I'm predicting lots of single gold for you Uriella.

Uri: I hope so. I couldn't tell you really what the future has in store for any of us. Just I hope I make everyone proud...including my family.

Lucy: You always have. Mel wasn't wrong asking you to come here.

Uri smiles and blushes lightly.

Uri: Yeah...you're both right.

HS: Anyway, I gotta head down to the ring and make some Bombshell's over the moon happy, and some really pissed off, but stay on my good side and you will go far, very very far.

Hot Stuff nods towards Lucy.

HS: Enjoy the rest of the night ladies, all three of you, and animals.

Lucy: See ya later boss.

Uri: Thank you, you as well.

After Hot Stuff leaves Lucy looks over at Uri and could see Claire came out.

Claire: I don't trust him still.

Lucy: I know you don't. Anyways go get some food, I'll watch the stand.

Claire nods as the scene changes to ring side




Casey Williams is shown standing outside his locker room, deep in thought about his rivalry with Dmitri, and how he feels it may not be over yet, as Casey is facing Dmitri's newly found friend in James Tuscini for Tuscini's Roulette title. Casey decides to call out James.

Casey: James, you may be so confident because of your success here in SCW, but know this, I am going to destroy you, and get back on track in my winning ways, and obtain the Roulette title that you covet so much. To quote LL Cool J, I'm gonna knock you out! Trust me, I will get satisfaction when I inflict immense pain to you, and make you squeal like a little school girl.

Casey then turns and goes into his locker room and gets ready for his match as the scene fades to black.




DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a tag team match!

Crowd: POP!

Justin: Introducing first... Coming to the ring and a combine weight of 32 and a half stones. Jon Dough

We see Jon Dough come from behind the curtains to a crowd pop.

Justin: and his tag team partner Eyesnsane

Eyesnsane comes the curtain to a shower of boos. Jon pauses to wait for Eyesnsane to catch up to him. the two give a fist bump to each other. The crowd showers them with a mix reaction as the two make there way to the ring. Jon slides in from the bottom ropes while Eyesnsane jumps on to the ring apron and then jump over the top ropes to makes his way in the ring. Eyesnsane and Jon Dough each get on top of a turnbuckle. Eyesnsane rasies his arms in the air to a shower of boo. Jon Dough then raises his arms up the air to a shower of cheers. The two get down and meet in the middle of the ring each other a nod while the crowd showers them with a mix reaction.

Justin: And their opponents...

"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua and Austin Acquin walk out from the back with boos from the crowd. As they walk slowly to the ring they avoid all contact from fans. Once in the ring they go up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as they holds up their arms.

Adams: Here we go!

DING! DING! DING!

Austin and Eyesnsane lock up immediately and Austin pushes Eyesnsane back toward the corner and then shoves him flying into the turnbuckle.

Adams: What a display of force by Austin!

Following up, Austin charges into the corner and splashes Eyesnsane, who stumbles forward and then falls right to the ground, face first on to the logo. Austin then picks Eyesnsane up off the mat and scoops him up, hitting him with a big body slam. He bounces off of the ropes and lands a big elbow and quickly covers up.

One!

Two!

Crowd: Three!

Simone: No! Eyesnsane kicks out!

Still laying on the mat, Austin picks Eyesnsane up and whips him into the ropes. As he comes back toward Austin, he hits him with hard clothesline that sends Eyesnsane tumbling through the air.

Adams: Holy sh-

Simone: Jason!

Adams: Holy shaboom!

Jon Dough is in the corner clamoring for Eyesnsane, trying to get the crowd involved. As Austin goes to grab Eyesnsane by the head he is met with fist in the gut, send the big man back a few steps. Seizing his opportunity, Eyesnsane runs up to Austin and dropkicks him in the face, which sends the big man down to the mat. Eyesnsane leans over and tags his partner Dough who jumps up into the ring.

Simone: And the tag is made!

As Austin tries to get up he is stuck in the face with another dropkick, this time by Jon Dough. The former Tag Team Champion goes for a quick cover but the much stronger Austin pushes him off almost immediately.

Adams: That didn't work so well.

Jon goes to work on the legs of Austin, grabbing them both and then kicking the inside of his knees. He bounces himself off of the ropes and then hits a big leg drop, and Austin looks hurt as Dough gets up and shows off for the crowd a bit.

Crowd: POP!

Jon Dough bounces off the ropes one more time and then drops a standing splash on Austin, hooking the leg after he makes contact.

One!

Two!

Adams: Another kickout by Austin. He better try to make a tag soon or they could be in trouble here.

After Austin kicks out the two men get up at the same time and Austin lands another vicious clothesline out of nowhere, this time sending Jon Dough airborne.

Adams: Holy double sh-

Simone: Jason!

Adams: Double shaboom!

Austin, seeing his opportunity, makes the tag to his partner and brother Joshua.

Simone: Finally Austin is able to get Joshua involved in this match.

Joshua slips in between the ropes and kicks Dough in the face as he tries to get up and then taunts the crowd.

Crowd: Boo!

Adams: They sure hate Joshua here in Vegas.

Joshua picks Jon Dough up and sends him flying into the corner. Dough bounces off of the ropes and stumbles toward the center of the ring where Joshua is standing. He grabs Dough and hits him with a powerslam and then goes for the pin.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: Jon Dough kicked out at the last second.

Jasmine St. Jon holds up two fingers and the match continues. Joshua picks Jon Dough up off of the mat and goes to whip him into the corner again but Jon reverses the whip sending Joshua into the opposite corner. He runs up and clotheslines Joshua in the corner knocking his opponent down to mat. Jon Dough climbs to the second rope and signals to the crowd.

Crowd: POP!

Dough hits Joshua with a slingshot splash and then goes for a cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Joshua kicks out just as St. Jon' hand is about to drop the three count. A frustrated Jon Dough slaps his hands together three times, showing the referee his disapproval. He picks up Joshua by the head and walks him over to where his partner Eyesnsane is standing and makes the tag. Eyesnsane gets in the ring and together they send Joshua into the ropes and double clothesline him.

Adams: Some teamwork by the newly formed tag team.

Jon Dough leaves the ring and Eyesnsane goes to work on Joshua. He puts his head under his arm and lifts him high into the air in a vertical suplex and then sends him crashing down to the mat hard. He bounces off of the ropes and drops a knee right in his face. He goes to pull Joshua up but Joshua hits him with a fist in the gut, sending Eyesnsane knees first on to the mat. Standing in front of the kneeling Eyesnsane, Joshua kicks him square in the face sending a loud SMACK through the arena.

Crowd: Oooh!

Joshua makes the tag to Austin and the big man comes back inside the ring. He picks Eyesnsane up and hits him with a hard backbreaker. He tags Joshua in again and then sets Eyesnsane up in powerbomb position. He lifts him up high in the air as the brothers get set for a tag team combination move.

Simone: This does not look good for Eysensane...

As Austin has Eyesnsane in mid air, Joshua is set up for his end of the move they are trying and out of nowhere Jon Dough runs in to the ring.

Simone: SPEAR!

Adams: Jon Dough just speared Joshua in half!

Austin, confused by what just happened, loses control of Eyesnsane who is still in the powerbomb position on Austin's shoulders. He reverses the move and counters into sunset flip and pins Austin's shoulders to the mat.

Adams: What a great counter by Eyesnsane!

Simone: Jasmine is dropping for the count!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here are your winners.....Jon Dough and Eyesnane!

Adams: Austin can't believe it! He's livid. Jon Dough and Eyesnsane slip out of the ring, holding their hands up in the air in celebration after winner their debut match as a team. Menwhile in the ring, Joshua and Austin are backing Jasmine into a corner, screaming at her that it was a two count as the crowd reigns boos down on them.

Adams: These guys just aren't very nice.

Simone: What sore losers.

Adams: Who's that!

Out of nowhere....

SMACK!

Simone: That's Jonny Tsunami!

Tsunami flies in and lands his Thrill Seeker drop kick right to the face of Austin. Joshua tries to react but he can't before Caleb Houston runs in and slams his fists into the back of his head.

Adams: This isn't going to be good...

Jonny slides out of the ring and picks up two steel chairs, tossing them over the top rope before hopping back in to the six-sided ring. He picks up a chair and as Caleb beats on Joshua in the corner, he swings wildly over and over onto the back of Austin Acquin. After a few minutes...he shoves him under the bottom rope and down to ringside. He tosses the other chair to Caleb and as Joshua clumsily and dazed stumbles out of the corner....

SMACK!

They both hit him in the head simultaneously with the steel chairs.

Simone: Con-CHAIR-to!

As they stand over Acquin, still holding their chairs, the crowd begins to buzz.

Simone: And here she comes...

Evie Baang makes her way down to ringside. She slides in between the top and middle ropes and walks over to where her boys are standing. She motions for them to pick up Joshua. They drop their chairs and prop the lifeless Joshua Acquin up in front of her. Evie eyes Joshua up and down in disgust before she looks at Caleb and Johnny, a smirk crosses her face and as if they knew what she was hinting at Bad Company tighten their grip around Joshua. Evie looks back down at Joshua and she reaches out and grabs onto his throat with her right hand making sure that he is looking at her directly before she starts to speak firmly in his face.

Evie: You wanna slut shame me huh? You wanna put me in my place and make it look like you're the good guy and I'm the bad girl?

Evie takes a step up closer to Joshua and she once again gets up in his face.

Evie: You wanna try and expose me huh? Reading out my tweets, calling me a whore?!

Evie grips onto Joshua's throat a little tighter while Caleb and Johnny hold him steady.

Evie: You wanna go there cowboy? How many girls have you tried with huh? Amy Marshall, Odette Stevens, Melody Grace, Sammi Marlowe, Bailey, Zelda Clark should I keep going?? You want to expose me huh? You want to embarrass me? I'll ruin you... Johnny and Caleb will ruin you... you're NOTHING! NOTHING TO US!!!! YOU'RE NOTHING THEM!!!

She points at herself, followed by her boys Johnny and Caleb, before pointing out to the fans.

Evie: You fucked up when you tried to mess with me, you did this.

Evie tightens her grips around his throat once again.

Evie: You're a fucking little pathetic bitch, stay the fuck out of my sight... consider this a preview Joshua and trust me, you and your brother couldn't handle the main fucking show... stay the fuck down... stay the fuck off my radar.... consider this a warning. You mess with one you'll mess with all and we will have no problem in making you out to be the little bitch that you are. You don't want company Joshua, you couldn't handle company... so know your role and stay the fuck down.

Evie removes her hand from around Joshua's throat and she brings it up to his face, she proceeds to shove her hand in Joshua's face and pushes him down. Johnny and Caleb quickly drop Joshua down the canvas and Caleb gets in a few last swift kicks before "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts over the personal address system. Evie grabs a hold of Caleb and Johnny's arms and she raises them up to a chorus of mixed boos and cheers, before the trio make their way out of the ring.




The cameras pan back to ring side and the lighting dies down before the techno mixture of drums and clapping build up hits the airways before "Let's Get Ridiculous" by RedFoo slams over the personal address system. The Vegas crowd all leap up to their feet as they know Melody Grace is on her way to the ring.

Adams: MELODY!!!

Simone: Settle down Jason.

The lightening starts to flash like a night club before a spotlight lights up the stage to see Melody Grace making her way out from behind the black curtains. She is wearing a pair of high red heels, with a plain yellow skirt that cuts off at her knees, her mid drifts is peaking out between her shirt and her skirt showing off her rock hard abs. Her shirt is plain blue with a sweet heart white collar. Over her shirt she has a red cardigan that's unbuttoned, around her neck is a gold apple core pendant while a big red bow sits proudly on the top of her head and her long blond hair is curly and wavy.

Simone: It's SNOW MELODY!

Adams: now who needs to calm down?

Melody makes her way to the centre of the stage, with her Bombshell Internet Championship proudly perched up on her right shoulder. She takes a few moments to soak in her loving fans before she turns her attention to behind her. She wiggles her finger and lets out a whistle and the lighting in the arena returns back to normal. Coming out from the black curtain waddles Dexter her pet duck, however he's not alone as Marley her Macaw flies out as well, followed by her two flamingos and they are all followed by her pet peacock. Her birds are joined by a flurry of butterflies that spill out from the roof and they all gracefully flutter around her. Melody smiles wildly to her prized bird collection and her friends the butterflies before she takes off towards the ring, skipping her way down the ramp with her feathered friends in tow.

Adams: How does she get them to do that?

Simone: Magic obviously.

Adams: You think?

Melody slaps some of the fans hands on her way to the ring, before she finally makes her way to the steel steps, she wastes no time in rushing up them. The current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion climbs into the ring and dances her way around it while Justin hands her a microphone. Marley her Macaw has made his way into the ring and is now perched on the top rope behind her, while the flamingos have jumped up onto the ring apron. Melody helps them into the ring, while Petey her peacock flies up and joins Marley on the top rope. However Dexter is still waddling his way down the ramp, almost as if he is stopping to pose for photos. Melody walks around the ring waving at her fans, while her music cuts off the PA system. Looking out into the sea of fans, Melody quickly and excitedly licks her lips before she brings the microphone up towards them.

Melody: Hellllllooooo my Vegas Melephants!!!

The loyal Melody Grace fans lift their right hands up and have it act like an elephant's trunk, which makes the smile on Melody's face beam even brighter.

Melody: Are you guys having fun tonight?

Crowd: Cheers!

Melody: For all of you at home that translates to YAAAAAAAAAASSSS!!

The fans let out another excited cheer and clap their bubbly blonde Melody.

Melody: Alright, alright, alright... tonight has been one filled with cuteness overload. Like I don't know how we have gotten away with having all of our furry friends here, but we really appreciate you guys for coming out and celebrating and donating to the wonderful Humane Society of the United States and for that we here at Sin City Wrestling thank you with all of our hearts.

Melody lowers her microphone and claps the fans, which they soak up and send cheers back her way. As Melody goes to continue she looks at Dexter who has now made his way towards the steel steps and he is attempting to climb them.

Melody: This week's record settling Climax Control... the one hundred and fiftieth to be exact is a dream come true and we are glad that you guys have been on this ride with us.

Another cheer rips through the arena and Melody encourages them to continue as she pumps them up.

Melody: Speaking of dream coming true, did you guys see Into The Void 5? Oh wait of course you all did and on that night in Tokyo you would have witnessed your little girl Melody Grace Carpenter and the big friendly Natalie take on and take down Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco. Not only did we beat the "baddest" tag team in Sin City Wrestling.

Melody rolls her tongue adding a little cheek behind that statement.

Melody: Not only did we beat them but you would have witnessed Jessie Salco tapping out to the QUACKERS!

On cue Dexter has made his way into the ring and is now walking rings around Melody's feet.

Melody: Now, not only did I beat the champion, I made her tap out and I became the NEW Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion

The crowd cheers, however they are cut off by Melody's voice once again as she starts to talk. This time she is looking at her right shoulder looking at her title belt.

Melody: Or so we all thought, you see since I've won this belt it's been surrounded by nothing but a cloud of doubt, the rules were that if Jessie Salco was PINNED she would lose her belt, however I made Jessie TAP therefore am I or am I not the rightful champion? Well... I've got a solution for this, I'm going to vacate the title I'm going to give it back to Jessie Salco and we are going to settle this...

"Midnight/Tornado" start to play and Hot Stuff Mark Ward walks out on to the stage, causing the fans to boo. He holds a microphone in his hand and starts to stroll to the ring, quickly stepping in the steps and in to the ring. He runs his finger across his throat and the music instantly stops. He raises the microphone to his lips.

HS: I never thought I'd say this Melody, but I agree with you. Jessie wasn't pinned so that title there, should never have been yours and you should vacate that title.

Hot Stuff puts his hand out waving his fingers as Melody holds the title belt out. With reluctance, Melody puts the belt in Hot Stuff's hand, causing the fans to boo. He turns around with the title belt, causing the fans to boo louder, but he stops in his tracks, a smile on his face before turning back to Melody.

HS: However, on second thoughts, you keep it.

Adams: WHAT?!?!

Hot Stuff puts the title in Melody's hand again, causing a smile to break out on her face as the fans cheer.

HS: You might be the holder but it will always be my title Melody.

Simone: Here it comes, I knew he couldn't be nice.

HS: So as it's mine, I'm going to change the rules, just for you, for no one else but you, you should feel so special because I'm doing this. I'm making changes for you so you can entertain the fans like you want.

Hot Stuff points out to the cheering fans.

HS: Here's the new rules for you Melody, as long as there's an SCW referee around, and it's caught on camera, any woman can pin you any time, anywhere.

Melody's face drops from a smile to confusion.

HS: You wanna be a great champion, you can prove it because you're now defending that thing twenty four seven. I don't care if ya out with your fella, or one of those guys you claim to be friends with but we know what ya really doing, or if ya having dinner with your parents and the waitress feels lucky. You could be sitting on a plane and an air hostess just might fancy her chances. As long as there's a referee around, and refs, I know ya back there listening, anyone requests for you to go with them to win that precious little title, you go, no questions asked. If you manage to hold on to that title beyond the next supercard, I will end the rule and give you a nice peaceful life, but...

Hot Stuff moves his head in closer to Melody.

HS: Good luck little girl, you're gonna need it.

Hot Stuff stares at Melody intensely as Midnight/Tornado starts to play. Hot Stuff leaves the ring, leaving the champion looking shocked.

Simone: At least Melody is still the champion.

Adams: But Hot Stuff just put a target on her head. This is not gonna be a fun couple of months for Melody.




There is a commotion at the entrance area and we hear ANIMALS by Maroon 5 hit the speakers. The cameras focus on the entrance area where we see James Tuscini, and his Uncle-Manager Pinky del Ferrando step out onto the landing both holding a mic in their hand. James is dressed in his normal wrestling attire while Uncle Pinky is dressed in blue jeans, a black pullover shirt, and black athletic shoes. The music dies down and the two make some comments.

James: Tonight you are going to see history made in Sin City Wrestling. You will see me obtain another victory, and retain the Roulette Title again, and this time against the so-called Freight Train of Pain Casey Williams.

Uncle Pinky: If I ran a railroad and the freight train derailed as often as Casey Williams has derailed that freight train would be decommissioned and sent to the scrap yard to be recycled.

James: Casey you may be a big man but the old saying stands that the bigger they are the harder they fall.

Uncle Pinky: Picture a Lumberjack in the woods Casey. The bigger the tree is they cut down the harder that tree falls.

James: Casey here's something for you to think about as we get closer to the start of our match. Would you please play the song please?

We hear TIMBER by Ke$ha and Pitbull hit the speakers.

[Ke$ha]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget

[Pitbull]
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
This biggity boy's a diggity dog
I have them like Miley Cyrus,
clothes off twerking with my
bras and thongs, timber
Face down, booty up, timber
That's the way we like the war, timber
I'm slicker than an oil spill
She say she won't, but I bet she will, timber

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down

[Ke$ha]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget

It's going down (It's going down)
I'm yelling timber
You better move (You better move)
You better dance (You better dance)
Let's make a night
You won't remember
I'll be the one
You won't forget (You won't forget)

[Pitbull]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's just me, ain't a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on plane
Blessed to say, money ain't a thing
Club jumping like Lebron, now, Voli
Order me another round, homie
We about to climb, wild, 'cause it's about to go down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
Ooooh
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down

[Ke$ha]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget (you won't forget)

The music is done playing and James and Uncle Pinky close up their comments.

James: Let's make a night you won't remember Case because I will beat you down senseless. However I will be the wrestler you will never forget.

Uncle Pinky: As the Lumberjacks shout: TIMBER!

James: The bigger they are the harder they fall. Casey you gonna fall hard tonight.

With that comment James and Uncle Pinky drop their mics to the floor and they strut back through the partition into the backstage area.




Backstage is where we are able to see the Bombshell Roulette Champion Kate Steele and standing next to her is her husband Teddy. They both smile at one another as Crystal is sneezing up a storm.

Crystal: Achoo.... Achoo... Achoo....

Teddy seems concerned as he looks at the Silver Screen Queen.

Teddy: You ok?

Crystal: Yeah... Just my allergies kicking in with all of these animals around but I'll be fine. I took my medicine so I should be okay for tonight. I'll just try my best to not get too close to any dogs.

Kate adjusts the championship on her shoulder as she seems disgusted at Crystal.

Kate: What the hell has happened to you Crystal?

Crystal: What do you mean?

Kate smiles evilly.

Kate: I mean the fact that you have gotten soft. I am at a point where I don't need you anymore nor do I even need Veronica's stupid ass. Why should I be involved with a bunch of losers who couldn't even win their matches at the supercard. Unlike me who actually got the job done you two haven't done shit. You especially. You got your big match. The one in which you were crying about over and over again. You had the opportunity to win the championship and you simply failed.

Teddy: Not only that but Kate and Veronica both came out to help you in your match and you still couldn't get the job done. Not only that but you can't even keep a man because you are too involved in trying to fuck somebody else. So so desperate.

Crystal begins to get upset as she looks back at the two of them.

Crystal: First of all... Things were complicated... I was in a rough place and...

Kate: What has gotten into you? You promise to give Sam a fair match tonight? Are you saying you don't need me Crystal.

Crystal: I never said that.

Teddy: Obviously that's how we read it but it's just not that. You jump to the aid of that Zelda Clark chick for what reason exactly?!

Kate: The fact is Crystal we don't need you anymore. Hell I don't need you or Veronica. I already showed at Into The Void V I was the only one capable of winning my fucking match. I was the only one who gave enough of a shit to actually do something. There's a reason why I am still the Roulette Champion and it's because I am the best damn wrestler on the roster. As a matter of fact I am the best damn submissionist in wrestling today.

Crystal: Well as far as Zelda goes... I feel for her. When I first started in the industry. I was in her shoes. A girl who was nothing more than a little interviewer and got picked on just about everyone. So yeah I do have a problem because I was that girl.

Kate: And that's your main issue... You aren't who I remember forming this team with and in my eyes. You are worthless. I don't need you or Veronica. I can do bad all by myself. We all saw me break my sister in law Cindy's arm. So I guess what I am saying Crystal is that... Well...

Kate takes her title as she plants it across Crystal's face and she begins to stomp her out.

Kate: BEST SUBMISSIONIST IN THE WORLD!!! You hear me?! BEST IN THE FUCKING WORLD!!!

Kate stomps Crystal for a few more seconds, while Teddy looks on, until Natalie McKinley appears. Natalie grabs Kate around the waist, and drags her away from Crystal; she then angrily shoves Kate.

Natalie: What has gotten into you, Kate? What are you doing, attacking your mentor?

Kate looks back at Natalie as she shakes her head in disgust.

Kate: I advise you NOT to touch me... The fact is I don't need her... I never needed her. Just look at her she's a train wreck. Can't even keep a husband so what even makes me think she can keep a teammate?

Kate looks at her title as she smiles hitting her belt.

Kate: And as far as I am concerned this is all I ever needed. Why you got a problem with me and what I did? Care to step up to the plate? Don't be surprised if you find this planted against your skull. Then again you know what happens when the Welsh go against the English... They get wrecked.

Kate smiles as she adjusts her championship belt. Natalie scoffs at Kate's remark.

Natalie: Diawl bach. If you really were the best submissionist in wrestling, or the world, or however it is that you refer to yourself, you wouldn't need to resort to hitting people with that belt of yours. Dim gwerth rhech dafad.

Kate: You two bore me... I don't talk to people who aren't CHAMPIONS... Let's go Teddy we have more important business to attend too.

With that Teddy and Kate Steele walk away as Natalie checks on Crystal helping her up to her feet.




"Like a Phoenix" plays as the crowd begins to cheer. Keira slowly comes out, smiling a bit as she looks around at the crowd as she walks down the ramp, towards the ring

Simone: Well, here comes Keira. As you know, her and Roxi lost the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Titles at Into the Void, but strangely enough, Keira's calm about it.

Adams: Yea, there's many things we know about Keira. Calm...is NOT one of them. If she's calm, we're all screwed!

Simone: Well, rumors are flying that she, like Roxi is forgoing the Tag Team Title Rematch Clause, maybe she'll explain why tonight.

Keira is now in the ring as she looks out to the crowd. She smirks as the crowd chants for Team Hero. As it dies down, Keira lifts the mic to her mouth and speaks

Keira: Wow. Feels weird coming out to the ring without the Tag Title. Over 200 Days. For awhile, I never thought I'd hold any records. But me and Roxi did.

Keira smiles a bit

Keira: But, as everyone knows. Me and Roxi have decided to forgo our Rematch Clause. Instead, I would like to turn my Rematch Clause...into something...different.

Simone: Something different?

Keira looks at the crowd a bit as she explains

Keira: See, over a year ago, I had only two goals. One: Make sure The Mean Girls were disbanded, which happened and Two: Team Hero becomes Tag Team Champions, which...also happened.

The crowd cheers a bit

Simone: She's right. Keira's never failed on her goals.

Adams: She's like Professor X!

Simone: Ho--never mind.

Keira then says

Keira: But, When 2016 hit, My two goals were met. Which, bothered me. So I decided to make new ones. One: Make sure me and Roxi become the LONGEST Reigning Bombshells Tag Team Champions. Which...ALSO Happened and Two: I become the Bombshell WORLD CHAMPION! That goal...has NOT been met yet!

Keira looks back to the crowd and says

Keira: That's why I said I wanna take my Bombshell Tag Title rematch clause...into a Number One Contender's Spot!

The crowd cheers wildly as Keira continues

Keira: I know that Mercedes has a rematch clause of her own. I'm cool with that, she has earned that. I know Crystal Miller has a One on One Championship Match later tonight with Sam. I'm saying, I don't care who's the champion. It can be Mercedes, it can be Crystal, it can be Sam. It can be our SCW Announcer, Belinda--

Simone: Oh my...

Keira: It can be Veronica Taylor. HELL! It could be Mikah again! I don't care who it is. All I'm asking for is this. ONE SHOT! I want One Shot at the Bombshell World Championship! I know my singles record isn't too...pretty. Mostly cause I've been in the Tag Team scene. But I have held Singles Gold before and I can do it again.

Keira smirks a bit

Keira: I remember when I had that Queen of the Hill Briefcase. I cashed it in for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Crystal remembers that night too well. Don't you, Crystal? First shot at it...I won it!

Keira smirks some more

Keira: I don't need to remind people on how me and Roxi got the Bombshell Tag Team Titles, do I? First Shot at it...we won it!

Keira turns and begins to walk across the ring, continuing to explain

Keira: I have never had a chance to go for the Bombshell World Championship. Why? Cause everyone knows that when I get that first shot at it. It'll be the only shot I need. One Shot and I become the new Bombshell World Champion. Mark, Christian, think about it. If you give me one shot, you won't regret it. If I fail....

Keira closes her eyes and sighs a bit, but then says

Keira: ...I'll go to the back of the line. No Questions Asked!

The crowd cheers again

Keira: I'll be waiting patiently at your decision.

Keira sits the mic down as she steps out of the ring and heads to the back

Simone: You heard the woman. Keira wants One Shot at the belt. She's confident that she can do it.

Adams: But that confidence could be her downfall this time!

Simone: I don't know. Keira has spoke the truth many times. If she does get her first shot at the Bombshell World Title, she could end up being the next Bombshell World Champion. We'll have to see what our bosses say

The scene cuts to a break




Backstage, Sam is seen by the Humane Society display where she is seen cuddling a small Siamese kitten. She is dressed ready to wrestle but still in a hoodie that is covering the belt around her waist. She is tickling along the kitten's chin and ears and smiles at the loud purr coming from the small animal.

Sam Marlowe: Aren't you the cutest wee thing, we have to go and show you off...

Turning to walk away, Sam is stopped by the figure of Keira Fisher-Johnson.

Sam Marlowe: Hey Keira...congrats on your vow renewal. I heard it was awesome.

Keira Fisher-Johnson: It hasn't happened yet. You're thinking of Griffin's wedding.

Keira smirks as she looks down at Sam's title as Sam notices.

Keira Fisher-Johnson: I mostly came to wish you good luck tonight against Crystal.

Sam nods and smiles as she repositions the kitten and lets her free hand fall to rest on the title around her waist.

Sam Marlowe: Thanks, I am going to need it I think considering that I am the underdog tonight, pun intended...

Keira smirks a bit. She looks at Sam as she takes a deep breath.

Keira Fisher-Johnson: I know. But, remember this, Sammie. I don't care if it's you, Crystal or Mercedes. When it's said and done. I want that shot at the World Title. When I get it, all it'll take is One Shot. Just ask Crystal when she was champ. Just ask the Fallen. I like you Sam. I do...but it just takes...

Keira holds up one finger.

Keira Fisher-Johnson: One shot. One shot I need and that World Title will be mine. All I want...is someone to give me the best match possible.

Sam tilts her head at Keira as her eyes narrow.

Sam Marlowe: I appreciate the respect and I can completely sympathize with the fact that you want a title shot but you are talkin' to the wrong person. I ain't the one that can give you what you want and you should know that if I had any say in it, you would get your shot. But you gotta talk to Christian or Mark Ward. The only booking I do around here is study.

Sam tries to laugh to lighten the mood.

Keira Fisher-Johnson: Heh. That's why I'm waiting. I've waited for this for a long time, Sam. Once I hear the words. I'm coming full force. All I want you to do....is expect me when it comes time for that match.

Keira smiles as she goes over and softly pets the kitten

Keira Fisher-Johnson: Like I said. Good luck, Sam. Cause if you retain and I get my shot. They'll have to get a bigger building...

Keira smirks as she looks back at Sam. Sam nods in agreement as the small kitten lets out a tiny meow.

Sam Marlowe: I wish I could stay and chat but I think this little one needs something. Talk to you later...

Sam moves around Keira and disappears down the hallway with the kitten snuggled close to her cheek. The camera follows the redhead as she moves down the hallway where she is stopped by Pussy Willow.

Pussy: Sam...SAM! I wanted to ask you about your new friend.

Sam looks down at the kitten in her hands.

Sam Marlowe: Yes, it is just soo cute.

Pussy shakes her head as Sam continues to give the kitten cooing little sounds as it plays with a loose curl of hair.

Pussy: You know that isn't the friend I am talking about Sam. I am talking about your new friend and partner...

As Pussy is speaking, Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean walk up behind the pair just in time to hear Pussy's comment.

Ben Jordan: New partner? What's this?

Jamie Dean: A new friend...ooo keeping secrets Sam?

Sam gives Pussy a look before turning to Jamie and Ben and holding out the small Siamese kitten. Immediately Jamie reaches his hands out but pulls them back.

Sam Marlowe: Yeah, this new friend. And it is looking for a buddy to call his own. I would love to take it but Askem is more than enough of a pet for me. You wouldn't happen to know anyone that would love this little one?

Ben Jordan: I'm in no way able to take care of a pet with all the traveling we do. But Jamie here...

Jamie picks the kitten out of Sam's hands and brings it towards him. The kitten lets out a small meow and then stretches out to nudge against Jamie's nose.

Jamie Dean: Aren't you the little cutie wutie

Sam smiles as Ben's eyebrow rises slightly at the antics of his partner. Jamie looks at the pair then straightens up.

Jamie Dean: Why?

Sam points at the kitten who is snuggling up against the chest of Dean with a contented purr.

Jamie Dean: Oh...

Sam Marlowe: I have a confession to make Jamie, Ben told me that you love Siamese cats and when I saw the little one, you were the first person I thought of. So what are you going to name him...her...it?

Jamie thinks for a moment as if debating on names.

Jamie Dean: I think I will call it...

Lifting the tail of the small kitten and peeking to see if it is a boy or girl, Jamie smirks and drops the tail.

Jamie Dean: Anubis, definitely an Anubis.

Pussy: Now that we got the cat naming out of the way, Sam you really need to tell me about your new partner and what you two have been doing...

Pussy links arms with Sam and the pair begins to softly talk as they walk away from Ben and Jamie. Ben watches them leave as Jamie cuddles the kitten.

Ben Jordan: Did Sam say anything to you about a new partner Jamie?

Jamie doesn't answer him as he just coos and gushes at the kitten leaving Ben shaking his head.




Holly Wood, clad in "her" striped referee belly shirt, black short shorts and high heeled boots, steps inside of the six-sided ring and positions herself in the far corner as Justin Decent prepared to make the next match's formal introductions.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...

"I'm Made of Wax,Larry,What Are You Made Of?" by A Day to Remember plays. Ryan walks in loving the reaction from the crowd, he smirks while walking to the stage, flirting with the camera. He slides through the bottom ropes and jumps to a corner turnbuckle (right), where he tears his tank top off to get ready for the match.

Justin: Currently in the ring! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing one hundred and eighty five pounds ... Ryan Keys!

The crowd cheers for their hometown boy!

Simone: Ryan Keys has been one of the most promising newcomers here in SCW in some time, and tonight he gets the chance for the first time to compete in front of his hometown, Las Vegas!

Adams: Yeah but he's going against a real nutcase in Chris Shipman! Will having his hometown fans help him against someone like that?

Simone: We can only wait and see.

Justin: And his opponent...!

The lights go out as a group of people can be heard reciting biblical verses. 2 lines of people wearing white masks with different facial expressions crudely drawn on them line the entrance way. The lights than go out as "Straight out the Gate" by Tech N9ne begins blaring. A red light focuses on the entranceway as Shipman, dressed in a white preacher's robe, can be seen holding a bible wrapped in barbed wire above his head as he stands behind a podium.

Shipman begins walking as the lights slowly turn back on. He blesses his flock as he slowly walks towards the ring. Once he enters he holds the bible up to the crowd as the music fades and the lights return to normal.

Adams: I can't believe it! Shipman back in SCW!

Simone: Let the world beware because this is not good news for the Superstars of Sin City Wrestling!

Holly Wood draws both men to the center of the ring to begin addressing them, when Shipman lashes out with an extended arm, clotheslining Ryan Keys before the match has even started!

Simone: And right there is exactly why!

Shipman immediately pounces on the stunned Ryan keys, throwing wild lefts and rights into his exposed head and body while Keys tries without success to shield himself! Holly tries to get Shipman to back off so the match can begin OFFICIALLY, but sensing that would get her nowhere, she opts to simply call for the bell and begin it anyway!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Before Ryan can recover, Shipman stands up and begins laying in the boots to his prone body, mercilessly kicking and stomping down onto him! The much larger psychotic Shipman grabs Ryan by the throat and drags him to his feet! Shipman then lifts Keys up off of his feet by the throat, displaying his power as he chokes him and Holly issues her count!

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

Rather than get disqualified, Shipman drops Ryan back against the ropes and moves in where he begins to pound away on him with right hands, leaving Ryan with nowhere to go!

Simone: Chris Shipman is just overwhelming the rookie, Ryan Keys!

Shipman Irish whips Ryan into the far ropes. Ryan comes off and the high flying entertainer leap frogs over Shipman who swiftly turns around! Ryan rebounds off the far side and Shipman catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl back breaker across his knee! Shipman dumps Ryan off and covers himwithout hooking a leg!

1.....
2.....
Ryan kicks out!

Shipman drags Ryan up by his curls and with a hefty tug, he sends his opponent into a 360 tailspin across the ring, the momentum sending Ryan out to the floor!

Adams: Uh oh! Just where Ryan Keys does NOT wanna be against Shipman!

Shipman steps out of the ring and drops down to the floor. As Ryan gets back to his feet and turns around, Shipman clobbers him with a running forearm. He pulls Ryan back to his feet and goes to whip him into the ring post but Ryan holds onto Shipman arm and reverses the whip, sending Shipman crashing into the steel instead!

Simone: There's life still in Ryan Keys!

Shipman staggers back on his feet and Ryan dives behind him, sending him to the floor face-first with a one handed bulldog!

Adams: And there goes Shipman's pretty face!

Belidna stares at Jason.

Adams: According to Synn I meann! Yeesh!

Ryan pulls Shipman back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Ryan himself climbs back inside as well and quickly rolls on top of him for the pin.

1.....
2.....
Shipman kicks out!

Ryan pulls Shipman back to his feet, and takes him over with an arm wringer slam. Keys stands over Shipman with his back turned and with hands on knees, starts the "booty bop" before he leaps over with a standing moonsault onto Shipman!

1.....
2.....
Again Shipman gets his shoulder up!

Simone: I think I see half the women in the audience with dollar bills out after that little ... posterior flexing of Ryan Keys.

Adams: Isn't that a ten spot in your hand you have hidden there?

Simone: ... Don't judge me.

Ryan Irish whips the big man into the ropes and then jumps on his back, and puts on a sleeper hold. Shipman quickly runs towards a turnbuckle, turning just in time, to crush Ryan in the corner. Shipman is able to pull him back and then shoots him off into the far ropes. Ryan comes sailing off the ropes and jumps to catch Shipman in a running hurricanrana! Keys waits for Shipman to return to his feet and runs to the other ropes. As he rebounds, Shipman almost decapitates him with a big boot to the face!

Adams: What a shot to the kisser! And to think Ryan was upset about his face BEFORE this match!

Simone: He should be more worried about just surviving this encounter against a man like Shipman!

Shipman drops down and hooks Ryans leg.

1.....
2.....
Kick out by Ryan!

After the failed pin attempt, Shipman quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. He climbs back in, just as Ryan is getting back to his feet on the inside!

Adams: Don't do it! You'll get disqualified!

Simone: Do you actually think Shipman cares!? He just wants to see blood!

As Shipman gets in, he goes right at Ryan, avoiding Holly and swings at Keys with the steel chair! Ryan quickly reacts and avoids the blow Matrix style!

Simone: The man is flexible!

Adams: I bet Jamie Dean just wet himself seeing that!

The momentum causes Shipman to drop the chair and he spins around and Ryan connects with a spinning high kick right to the kisser! Ryan goes for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Shipman kicks out!

Adams: Oo! So close!

Ryan then goes to the corner and climbs up to the top rope as Shipman proves his resiliency and returns to his feet. Ryan leaps off, going for a flying body press, but Shipman clobbers him in midair with a clothesline, sending Keys into a head over heels flip!

Adams: He could have broke his neck with impact like that!

Shipman with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3 -- Ryan gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Shipman was so close! Give credit to Ryan Keys! He is a fighter! What's it gonna take, for one man to beat the other?

Adams: Well, their first match was a war. And so is this one.

Shipman pulls him to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a spinebuster, jacknifing him for the pin!

1.....
2.....
3 - Again Ryan gets his shoulder up!

Shipman peels Ryan off of the mat and goes for a spin out powerbomb, but Ryan flips back and lands on his feet behind Shipman! Ryan then jumps up and rolls Shipman back into a La Magistral cradle!

1.....
2.....
Shipman kicks out!

Adams: It takes a lot to put Shipman's shoulders down for the count!

Shipman starts to get up and Ryan sails over his back with a sunset flip!

1.....
2.....
Shipman kicks out again!

Ryan grabs Shipman's arm on the mat and jumps over him with an Oklahoma roll!

1.....
2.....
Shipman kicks out!

Shipman jumps to his feet and Ryan pulls him right back down into an inside cradle!

1.....
2.....
And AGAIN Shipman kicks out!

Adams: Ryan is really going all out to try and get this win over Shipman!

Both men are up and Shipman buries a fist into Keys's stomach, doubling him over! Shipman then hauls him up across his shoulder in an upside down inverted body-vice!

Simone: Could we have a submission coming!?

But Ryan shakes his head no, despite the agonizing pressure on the small of his back! He instead starts to struggle, kicking his legs! He manages to flip back and land on his feet in front of Shipman where he quickly grabs his head and ...

Adams: Master Keys!

Ryan makes the cover and hooks Shipmans' wildly kicking legs!

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

Adams: oh my god! Did I see what I think I saw!?

The crowd cheers as Holly raises Ryan's arm!

Simone: You did indeed!

Justin: Here is your winner -- Ryan Keys!

Simone: This is one HELL of an upset!

Ryan celebrates with both arms raised and a smile on his battered face, then turns around -- and Shipman floors him with a big boot right to the face!

Adams: And Shipman is not taking it well!

Shipman stands over Ryan, staring down at him before slowly creeping out of the ring. He smiles sadistically as he backs up the aisle and Holly helps Ryan back to his feet.




TV legend and guest hostess of this special charity edition of Climax Control, Betty White, is shown sitting before a backdrop of the Humane Society of the United States.

Betty: Hello everyone. I hope you're enjoying this evening of entertainment, even though I have to admit that I have never understood what anyone sees in professional wrestling. I mean, after all, it's just a bunch of half naked, pumped up, sweaty men rolling around on the floor with each other, wearing nothing but those skimpy shorts...

Betty pauses, then looks off camera.

Betty: Could I get something cold to drink, please?

She turns back to the camera and dabs at her forehead with a tissue.

Betty: My, I think I just answered my own question.

She chuckles lightly and returns to her speech.

Betty: I have always loved animals. Both my mother and father were tremendous animal lovers. They imbued in me the fact that, to me, there isn't an animal on the planet that I don't find fascinating and want to learn more about. People have even often asked me what my favorite animal is, and all I can say is whatever has a leg on each corner. Cats. Dogs. Lambs. Cows. Even dolphins and things that swim in the ocean.

She smiles at the mere mention of so many animals.

Betty: Which is why I find it such an honor to have been invited here to Las Vegas to benefit the Humane Society. The Humane Society of the United States is the nation's largest and most effective animal protection organization. They and their affiliates provide hands-on care and services to more than 100,000 animals each year, and they professionalize the field through education and training for local organizations. They are the leading animal advocacy organization, seeking a humane world for people and animals alike. They are driving transformational change in the U.S. and around the world by combating large-scale cruelties such as puppy mills, animal fighting, factory farming, seal slaughter, horse cruelty, captive hunts and the wildlife trade.

Betty extends her hand to the table she is seated at where two puppies and a kitten are laying and she starts petting them.

Betty: These little darlings are just three that are here tonight, seeking a good home. I've had pets my entire life, and I know how much comfort and joy they can bring to the right people. So if you're in need of a new family member who only wants a little food and water and a whole lot of love, then please. Adopt one of the many darlings that are here tonight at the Gold Coast. They need you, and believe it or not, you need them. And even if you're not on the market for a pet, please call in and donate anyway. Your contributions provide food, medical care and shelter for thousands of needy animals. Thank you.

Betty turns to her left and asks someone off-camera.

Betty: Wouldn't you agree?

The camera pans back to reveal on the table beside Betty...

The crowd cheers at the sight of the world's most famous grumpy feline! Words flash above her head on the screen:

"What do I care? I have a home."

Betty clears her throat and looks cautiously back to the screen while Grumpy Cat's eyes drift closed.




Casey Williams is shown pacing in the hallway, deep in thought about everything going on lately, the mind games that Dmitri had played on him, the passing of important people in his life, and the fact he lost at Into the Void V, but gets a chance to redeem himself against James Tuscini for the Roulette title when he realizes he is outside J2H's locker room. He knocks on the door.

Casey: J2H, I was wondering if you had a minute to talk. I know you are preparing for your match with Drake Green and all.

Casey walks inside to see J2H sitting in his luxury dressing room, his feet up on a leather sofa with a Playstation 4 controller in his hand and the SCW World Championship across his lap. He looks up at Casey

J2H: What do you want Casey? Really hard at work here shooting people in the face to get ready for this match.

A sarcastic tone falls from his lips.

Casey: Just wanted a minute of your time?

J2H: Hmmmm?

Casey: Well, you know how I wanted to be allies with you again and all. Well, here is a perfect time for me to tell you what I have for ideas for it. We all know how great you are as Heavyweight Champion, and only a fool would realize that. With everyone gunning for you, and thus far, you have beaten everyone that has been put in front of you, myself included. I wanna watch your back, make sure that nobody tries to jump you from behind, I want to see you at 100%, or at least a close to it as possible, going into each and every match. And the only thing I want in return is your respect, and that you will watch my back in turn.

J2H: Here's the thing Casey, you've made some great points there, I am great with the title, we were made for each other and you are right, I have half the locker room gunning for me. Having someone watch my back might not be a bad idea at all, because I know people are going to be gunning for me more after I beat Drake Green later. They will team up to try and get this belt off me, so I'm gonna make a deal with you. I'll let you watch my back, keep an eye on all that I do when I'm in the ring and back here, but I don't want you helping me win Casey. I don't need anyone to help me win, I don't want anyone getting involved in my matches so if they do, get to the ring fast and throw them through the nearest wall, and in return, you will get my respect. Deal?

Casey thinks about it for a few seconds, before nodding.

Casey: Deal.

J2H: Ok, from next week, you are my new enforcer, you go and kick in anyone's head who gets on my nerves. Speaking of people who gets on my nerves. Tonight you have James Tuscini. He thinks I've forgot about him asking for a shot at me but I haven't. I will be getting round to taking him on as soon as someone can book it, but give him a message for me in the form of a broken face.

Casey: I can do that in my sleep.

A smile crosses J2H's face.

J2H: Good, now go win that title.

Casey moves towards the door, then leaves J2H's locker room and J2H turns his attention back to the huge television screen as the scene fades to black.




The cameras switch backstage to find a victorious Kale Smith walking up the hallway, he doesn't get very far as Rocky Mountains steps out in front of him microphone in hand ready to get to work.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Kale...Excuse me... Kale...

She waves him down and Kale stops dead in his tracks to look down at Rocky, exhausted from his first ever match he doesn't say anything in fact he just nods and Rocky takes that as a sign to start her interview.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Kale I just wanted to get your thoughts about your first win here in Sin City Wrestling?

Kale goes to answer but no words come out so Rocky just continues.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Are you excited? How did you feel about your match before your match? What are your goals in SCW?

Kale goes to answer once again but no words come out again.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Did you bring a pet tonight? What are your thoughts on the Humane Society of the United States!

She puts the microphone up to his face once more but no words come out as the young Aussie tries to answer. Rocky gets annoyed with his lack of responses so she just huffs and storms off leaving a goofy looking Kale behind. Once Rocky Mountains is far in the distance Kale's voice finally hits the airways.

Kale: Strewth, she's a fucking ten out of ten.

With a cheeky and goofy smile Kale watches Rocky leave before the scene fades out to the next one.




The camera fades in to inside the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. He walks in the door, slamming it hard behind him before leaning back against it, his eyes closed as he breathes deep.

HS: Swear to God, if Christian ever tries to put on a stupid fucking animal show again, I am not showing up. How the fuck do these people afford such weird animals? Pretty sure most of them are illegal.

Hot Stuff moves away from the door, walking to behind the desk and sitting down, stretching his legs out.

HS: I should have locked that door, I don't wanna deal with these idiots tonight.

Hot Stuff stands up, but the door handle moves down and the door starts to open. Without seeing who is behind the door, Hot Stuff yells out.

HS: I don't give a damn who you are, just fuck off!

The blonde Bombshell raises an eyebrow before pushing the door open and stepping inside, her golden briefcase in hand. She stands there, a bit in the doorway but a bit not in the doorway at the same time.

Mikah: That doesn't sound very nice. Maybe you should be more...what's the word?

She hesitates, tilting her head to the side a bit.

Mikah: Not like you. More like Despy because everybody loves Despy.

She smirks at him.

Mikah: Or Drake, everybody seems to LOVE him too.

She walks over to his desk and smirks at him.

Mikah: I'm sure it kills you to be compared to him, doesn't Marky Mark?

Hot Stuff shakes his head.

HS: Trust me when I say not everyone loves Despy, far from it. Most people feel pity for Despy, not love. As for being compared to Drake.

Hot Stuff bites his lip, tilting his head and looking up.

HS: I'd rather not be compared to a guy who clearly blew Christian to get an undeserved World title match. Besides, I run a huge wrestling company, Drake makes bargain bucket two dollar movies, and picks up on anything that looks in his direction.

He looks Mikah in the eye with a smile.

HS: Take that how you want but I call it truth. Now, did you just come in here because I told the bar not to serve you and you wanted to use that as your next poor reason to moan and bitch about a place that made you a bigger star, or did you have another reason to be here? If you're bored, I saw a hungry looking wolf earlier out there you could go play with.

She rolls her eyes at his comments before looking down at the beda

led Golden briefcase in her hand and then looks at him, her eyebrows raised.

Mikah: Are your eyes open, Marky Mark? Because I do believe that I have this thing in my hand. . .

She raises it up and sets it on his desk and leans against his desk a bit with her hands holding onto the edge.

Mikah: And you shouldn't act like somebody just kicked your dog when it comes to Drake. It's not his fault that he could get something that you never got.

She simply shrugs before looking at the bedazzled briefcase.

Mikah: First of all, I haven't even been to a bar in the past few months. Now parties on the other hand, that's a different story. So, no, I'm not worried about your less-than-average bar not serving me alcohol; there are PLENTY of bars in Vegas that I can go to, if I wanted to. And I didn't think you to be blonde, Marky Mark.

She reaches up and taps her index finger against her lips a few times before chuckling softly. She adjusts her I heart Drake Green shirt that she'd modified into a crop top and had paired with a pair of short jean shorts that hang loosely off of her slender hips.

Mikah: Now, think Marky Mark. Why, oh why would I bring this hideous thing with me? Have you already forgotten about the promise you made me on Twitter? If so, please stop hanging out with Veronica Taylor.

HS: Oh sorry, but you walk in to a room and well, I just stop paying attention because I'm just expecting you to bitch about something.

A smirk crosses his face.

HS: I don't know what world you live in to think I actually did want you. The amount of bed hopping and flirting you did with people, even married men like Simon Jones, you woulda been easier to get in than a church on Sunday, but I knew your game from day one. You're not the first to try and get close to me to get what you wanted. I just enjoy sitting there watching people try and act their way up the ladder, it amuses me.

Hot Stuff looks at the briefcase.

HS: Now this thing. At the time, I didn't actually mind you being around me because you amused me with your act, you was like the gift that kept on giving with your drunken messes and I knew you'd win in, so I talked Christian in to what's in there, knowing it would go to you. I don't mind giving something back for entertainment. I mean people pay for entertainment at movies right, so this was payment for that.

Hot Stuff looks at the lock and hits his hand on top of the briefcase, causing the locks to fly open.

HS: You shoulda looked in this sooner.

She chuckles a bit before rolling her eyes at him and then standing up straight to push her long blonde locks behind her shoulders.

Mikah: Maybe I should have. But maybe I also didn't care either. And FYI, I never had sex with Simon Jones. Since January, there's only been three men that I've had sex with and one of them is in the main event tonight, hoping to regain the championship he never truly lost. The other two are dead.

She crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him just a small bit. She looks at the briefcase again, letting her eyes wander over the jewels on the outside of it.

Mikah: And please. You didn't know that the briefcase was going to go to me and I doubt that you even wanted it to go to me, especially after you found out that I am fucking Drake Green.

She shrugs at her bluntness.

Mikah: It's not like I probably need whatever's in it, anyways.

HS: Three in five months, that says so much about you. Two dead, bit of a black widow there. Go on, go for the hat trick, make it three. I did want it to go to you, you reward a stripper when they get their tits out, even if they are drunks or something. You're not too much higher on the ladder when it comes to morals so I was rewarding you too

Another smirk crosses Hot Stuff's face after his mocking tone fills the room. He lifts the case lid up in front of Mikah.

HS: There's fifty thousand reasons here on why you should have opened it sooner...

She looks down to see the cash before chuckling a bit before looking back at him.

Mikah: You do know, that I don't need money. But this will work well in Leighton's college fund. She's gonna go to Harvard you know. And as for the stripper comment. . .

She leans forward just to bit to let him almost look down her top to see her cleavage.

Mikah: You've never seen my boobs and you never will; I'll save them for Drake later tonight, whether he wins or not. And trust me, with me around, he'll always win.

She flashes him a wink before going to shut the top of the briefcase.

Hot Stuff raises his hand, causing Mikah to stop moving the briefcase.

HS: Harvard, eh? Everyone loves a dreamer. I'll never see ya boobs... I guess those pictures on the internet are fake then. You just disappointed every teenage boy in the land, but before you shut that down, there's something else in there.

Hot Stuff lifts the lid and reaches in, pulling out a piece of paper.

HS: This blondie, is a contract, a contract to take a shot at the Bombshell championship whenever you wanted it. You could have turned up to work one day and just bumped a challenger from a match and took their spot, just like that. It's a good prize don't you think but sadly, I'm not gonna give you that chance anymore.

Hot Stuff takes the contract between his fingers and starts to rip it in to tiny pieces before throwing it in the air.

HS: I've already decided when you're gonna get your shot at the Bombshell title and I don't care if you bitch about it or not.

She raises her eyebrows at him, slightly curious but not really enough to press more into the matter.

Mikah: What makes you think I want that championship back, Marky Mark? I mean, it's really gone downhill since I lost it. Even if you don't like me, which is fine because you're not all that appealing either, you can't deny that I was a good champion. I held that belt for nine fucking months and didn't drop it until whatever pay-per-view that was and now look at it?! Samantha Marlowe dropped it to Mercedes Vargas who then dropped it back to Samantha Marlowe weeks after winning it off of her.

She makes a clicking noise with her tongue against her teeth.

Mikah: It's starting to look like how the World Heavyweight Championship used to look before JDoubleH got it; used and worthless. And when I do decide that I actually do want it back, there won't be anybody standing in my way to stop me.

Mikah grins at him again.

Mikah: And you know that when I get it back, I'll hold it for ten or more months this time, just to bring honor back to the championship. Now if you don't mind, I've got to go see my fiance before his match with the champion.

She shuts the briefcase and flips the snaps into place.

Mikah: I'd say it's been nice....

HS: Oh believe me, the pleasure has been all yours but listen out a little bit later, I'm gonna actually tell ya when you're gonna get that shot.

Hot Stuff sits down in his chair.

HS: But I agree, the World Championship was worthless before J2H got it. The belt is only as good as it's holder and look who the last holder was before J2H.

A cocky smirk crosses Hot Stuff's face.

HS: Now, enjoy your new found wealth and remember, this is a charity show so give generously, and please, go find that hungry wolf I told ya about earlier.

Hot Stuff waves his hand at Mikah in a goodbye motion as he leans back in his chair.

Mikah: I just spent the last ten minutes of my life talking to you; that's enough misery for one day.

She smirks as she walks to the door.

Mikah: Ciao.

She pulls the door open and walks out into the hallway and the scene fades out.




The camera cuts backstage to show Ms. Rocky Mountains standing next to the roulette wheel with match types on.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next, we have a Roulette championship match between James Tuscini and Casey Williams, so it's time to spin the wheel to determine just what that match type will be.

She reaches up, grabbing the wheel and spinning it, waiting for it to land. Eventually it stops and Ms. Rocky Mountains announces the match.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight's match will be a no DQ, no count out match. Let's go back to ringside.

The camera shows the match stipulation on the wheel before fading back to ringside.




Justin: The following contest is for one fall and is a no DQ or Count Out match for the SCW Roulette championship. Introducing first, the challenger...

The opening drums and lyrics to Megadeth's "Sweating Bullets" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, reflecting off of mirrors that are set up at the top of the stage, and they go black, and when the lights come back on, Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes looking at the mirror into his conflicted self.

Justin: From Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing in at three hundred and seventy pounds, he is the Frieght Train of Pain, he is Casey Williams!

Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused and intense. 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 conflicted crowd, their faces showing that they do not know what to make of Casey William's new found aggressiveness. 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 fans, some cheering and some booing.

Justin: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Uncle Pinky and Dmitri...

Animals by Maroon 5 begins to play as the lights in the arena go dark. We watch as red, white, and green, spotlights flash around the entrance area. We see James "Guido" Tuscini, along with his Uncle, who doubles as his Manager, and Dmitri step out from the backstage area and he plays the crowd by waving and flexing his muscles.

Justin: From San Francisco, California, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is the SCW Roulette Champion, he is James Tuscini!

James and Uncle Pinky make their way across the landing and then they head down the ramp to the wrestling ring. Along the way James acknowledges the crowd by giving high fives and shaking hands and Dmitri follows, walking solomnly towards the ring. When he, Uncle Pinky and Dmitri arrives at the ring James climbs up the ring steps, then he walks along the ring apron, then he ducks through the ropes into the ring where he makes a trip around the ring to play the crowd some more before settling into a corner to await the start of the match. His Manager, his Uncle Pinky, takes a chair at ringside and Dmitri stands in his corner outside the ring.

DING DING DING!

Casey looks outside the ring towards Dmitri before locking up with Tuscini. The two men jostle for position but Casey forces him back in to the corner and pulls his arms away before laying heavy punches in to Tuscini's face, each one landing harder and faster.

Adams: Damn, Casey is literary trying to do what J2H said and break his face!

Drew Patton steps in between Casey and forces them apart, but Casey picks Drew off his feet and spins him around placing him behind him.

Simone: He can't do that!

Adams: No DQ Belly, he can do that. That's probably why Tuscini was smart enough to bring Dmitri to the ring to enforce things.

Casey turns back to Tuscini but Tuscini leans with his arms either side of the turnbuckle and jumps up, planting both feet in to Casey's gut. Casey stumbles back but charges forward again and Tuscini jumps higher, using the ring as support and plants both feet in to Casey's jaw, sending Casey stumbling away with his back to Tuscini. Tuscini pulls himself on to the second turnbuckle and jumps off with a double axe handle to Casey's head, stumbling the big man backwards. Tuscini charges at Casey but Casey lifts Tuscini in the air and drops him throat first across the top rope with a flapjack. As Tuscini bounces back, almost landing on his feet, Casey nails him with an almighty clothesline!

Simone: Casey is in beast mode.

Adams: There was so much force behind that, it coulda snapped Tuscini's neck.

Casey sees Tuscini breathing hard on the floor and goes for the cover. Drew Patton drops down to count.

1...
2....

Tuscini gets a shoulder up

Simone: Tuscini got the shoulder up slowly there.

Adams: I'd be slow if a rhino called Casey just tried to seperate my head from my shoulders.

Casey stares towards Drew as he picks Tuscini and lifts him in to a military press slam position and walks him over towards the rope and throws Tuscini over the top rope, sending him crashing to the canvas.

Adams: That must have been about forteen foot in the air when you consider how big Casey is with him arms in the air!

Simone: Casey showing more of that agression we've spoke about lately.

Casey slides out of the opposite side of the ring, reaching underneath it and pulling out a heavy looking chain. Casey wraps the chain around his knuckles as he starts to walk towards Tuscini, as Tuscini gets to his feet, Casey charges at him and nails him in the head with a chain covered fist, knocking Tuscini to the floor. Casey leans over him taking the chain in both hands and wraps it around Tuscini's neck and drags him along the floor.

Adams: Caveman marriage style!

Casey uses the chain to pull Tuscini to his feet but as he does, Tuscini kicks him with a low blow.

Adams: Might as well use those illegal moves while ya can.

Casey holds his groin and Tuscini starts to unravel the chain from his throat. He takes it by the middle, leaving some slack and starts to whip Casey with the chain, driving it in to his back.

Simone: I think Casey unleashed the monster in Tuscini.

Casey spins around and Tuscini continues to whip the heavy chain across Casey back. Casey stumbles away and Tuscini moves in towards him, taking the chain in both hands. He charges at Casey, pulling the chain long and drives it in to Casey throw with a clothesline!

Simone: Casey is probably regretting bringing that chain in to play now.

Tuscini drops the chain. He walks around the ring to the timekeeper and picks up the ring bell. He turns back towards Casey on the other side of the steel steps and charges towards him. Tuscini jumps on the stairs, flying through the air and crashing the ring bell on top of Casey's head, sending Casey backwards like a cut tree.

Adams: TIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMBEEEEERRRRR.

Casey hits the floor hard and Tuscini pushes the bell under the ropes and in to the ring. He moves around to Casey and picks him and by the head and rolls him in to the ring. Tuscini gets back on the ring apron and stops on Casey's head as it hangs out of the ring. Tuscini steps back in the ring and pulls Casey to his feet, pulling him over to where the ring bell is and pulls Casey in to a front face lock before dropping Casey down with a DDT, his head landing on the bell and causing a loud ding to echo around the arena. Tuscini rolls Casey on to his back and hooks the leg and Drew Patton drops down to count.

1...
2....

Casey just kicks out at the last second.

Adams: Casey must have a crash helmet built inside his head or something, cause that would have destroyed someone's skull if he was normal.... Maybe Casey is a robot!

Tuscini sits up in the ring, running his hands through his hair. He looks out at Dmitri, giving him a nod and Dmitri reaches under the ring and pulls out a metal pole. He throws it in the ring and Tuscini catches it with ease. Tuscini takes the pole with two hands as he waits for Casey to get to his feet. As he does, he swings for Casey's midsection, but Casey catches it with two hands! Tuscini grabs the pole with his free hand but Casey lifts him off the ground and holds Tuscini in the air!

Simone: I have never seen anything like that before.

Adams: Casey is using Tuscini as weight!

Casey throws the bar and the attached Tuscini across the ring, Tuscini landing hard on his back.

Adams: Someone should have told Tuscini that Casey can bench press more than Tuscini weighs.

Casey moves towards Tuscini, but Tuscini grips the pole in both hands and as Casey gets close, Tuscini desperately swings upwards and smashes the pole in to Casey's head!

Simone: That was a sick sound!

Adams: And she don't mean sick the way the young people are using that term.

Casey falls backwards, his eyes shut as he lays in the middle of the ring. The crowd turn their attention to the entrance ramp.

Simone: What's Chris Shipman doing here?

Chris Shipman appears at the top of the ramp holding a barbed wire covered book above his head.

Adams: That will be harder to read than War And Peace.

Dmitri spots Shipman and moves towards the ramp and moves towards him, yelling out at him to go away but Shipman stands perfectly still holding the book above his head.

Simone: What is going through his mind?

Adams: Ain't no one that brave to go find out.

A huge noise comes from the crowd as something is happening in the ring. Steve Ramone slides in to the ring, chair in hand. As Tuscini turns around, distracted by Dmitri, Steve drives the chair in to Tuscini's head.

Simone: What is Steve doing here when he's already making it clear he wants to step up to go for the Internet title?

Adams: Steve's ego won't allow Tuscini to have the final word when it comes to their war with the Roulette title. My guess is this is Steve's last Eff you to Tuscini. If he can't have the belt, neither can Tuscini.

Simone: You know, Casey hasn't moved since that shot to the head.

Ramone pulls Casey's arm on to Tuscini as Dmitri spots what's going on in the ring, Dmitri charges back to the ring and slides in as Ramone slides and and jumps in to the crowd. Dmitri goes through the middle rope and leaps over the barrier. Shipman charges down the ring and slides under the ropes. He rolls Casey's arm off Tuscini and rolls him on his back. He pulls Tuscini's arm on Casey instead.

Simone: What the hell?

Shipman moves towards Drew watching Dmitri chase Ramone through the crowd and pulls him around, pointing at Tuscini. Drew Patton drops down to count.

1...
2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Adams: Score one for the back up bell!

Justin: The winner of the match and STILL SCW Roulette champion... James Tuscini!

Adams: I'm so confused here.

Tuscini starts to come around, getting to his feet looking confused at what just happened as Shipman nods and smiles at him, giving him a thumbs up.

Simone: I don't even think Tuscini knows what's going on.

Tuscini is handed back the belt but Shipman drills the barbed wire covered book in to Tuscini's face! Shipman looks down at the fallen Tuscini and slams the book in to him again, opening up a cut on his head. Shipman pulls the Roulette championship across Tuscini's waist and points at it.

Simone: I think Shipman is playing mind games with Tuscini!

Adams: If there's one person you don't wanna play mind games with, it's Chris Shipman, the guy is seriously messed up in the head.

As Shipman leaves the ring, the camera turns to Tuscini laying on the floor, and Casey Williams, just sitting up holding his head, unaware of anything that has just taken place as medical stuff check on him.




The camera opens up backstage just by the catering tables. Internet Champion, Rage, is pacing back and forth by the tables, his phone up against his ear and an annoyed look on his face as the other end just keeps ringing and ringing. After a few moments he lets out a loud growl, pulls his phone away from his ear and taps the screen furiously, ending the call.

Rage: God damn it! Why won't she pick up the damn phone?!

He looks as though he is going to throw his phone in a fit, but he manages to hold himself back and instead squeezes it momentarily before putting it back in his pocket and going to grab a bottle of water from the ice bucket. Just as he reaches and grabs a bottle a voice almost startles him.

PW: What's wrong, big man? Trouble in paradise?

Rage shakes off the bottle of water and turns around to see Pussy Willow standing there with a friendly smile, but he just rolls his eyes at her.

Rage: Eavesdropping now are we, blondie? It's none of your business, anyway.

PW: It's not considered eavesdropping when you're yelling loud enough for people to hear you on the other end of the building. For what it's worth, if the rumors are true and you do have a stalker, I think Kittie might be overreacting a little bit.

Rage takes a drink of his water and raises an eyebrow. He slowly lowers the bottle of water and twists the cap back on.

Rage: I'm sorry, what? What fucking rumors?

PW: I take it you didn't listen to The Hotwire on Friday?

Rage: Fuck that. I haven't listened to that shit in weeks. Got no desire to listen to that bullshit from Tommy Knocks.

Pussy Willow nods.

PW: Obviously. Well, just a little FYI dear. Your little stalker situation, if there is one, is now public knowledge. Tommy got wind of it so naturally he mentioned it for everyone to hear.

Rage growls and rolls his eyes again.

Rage: Jesus fucking Christ! Look, not that it's any of your business, but I don't have a god damned stalker, so you can go and find Tommy Knocks and give him that message from me. Fuck, if I didn't have enough shit to worry about already!

PW: Sorry, big man, but I'm not playing messenger with this one. If you have a message for Tommy, I'm sure you can tell it to him face to face. Just like I'm sure you'll do to Kain tonight, right?

Rage raises an eyebrow again.

Rage: What the hell does Kain have anything to do with this?

PW: He doesn't have anything to do with any of that, but he does seem to be the latest problem for you, doesn't he? I mean, he did attack you following your match against Casey Williams and Dmitri at Into The Void V.

Rage: So? Like I give a shit? I've got more important shit to deal with than Kain coming back from his latest hiatus for personal reasons. Kain is a non-issue right now.

A surprised look appears on Pussy Willow's face.

PW: Really? How can you consider him a non-issue when he's all but declared his intentions on coming after your title? Are you really saying that you have no plans to retaliate for that attack?

Rage lets out a laugh.

Rage: Look, I'm not gonna sit here and waste my time talking about Kain, because he doesn't matter. He's never gonna get his hands on my title and that's all there is to it.

PW: But---

Rage: No fucking buts, blondie! We're done here so go find someone else to bother with your useless questions. I've got shit to deal with.

Rage then quickly brushes past Pussy Willow, not giving her a chance to say another word as he walks away. She stands back, shaking her head, before she shrugs and walks off to find another potential interview.




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see recent divorcee Steve Ramone walking his family's dog Dio around the backstage area, the Labrador seems desperate to go to the bathroom based on his mannerisms so it seems that Steve is taking him outside the arena.

Simone: As much as I hate Steve I have to admit, that's a cute dog.

Adams: Energetic too!

Steve stops outside the locker room marked "James Tuscini" and starts whistling to himself whilst Dio cocks a leg and starts to piss on the door, the dog takes a massive piss on the door before he gets ready to take a dump.

Simone: I'm beginning to see why Charlotte divorced him on the Jeremy Kyle show.

Adams: I have that recorded back home!

Just as Dio finishes his business Mark Ward walks up and Dio, well, acts like a typical lab in front of Mark.

Steve: If you're here to laugh at me for my appearance on the Jeremy Kyle Show, keep walking!

Hot Stuff looks down at the dog before looking at what he's done.

HS: It was pretty funny to be fair, on a show made for retards and fat housewives to watch in the afternoons while scoffing their faces and thinking they add something to this world, but now I've seen your dog shitting all over the place, think instead I'm gonna tell you to clean that shit up! Christian in his infinite wisdom didn't get a cleaning crew, so you better find a back or something. It fucking stinks! What have you fed that thing?

Steve: Mark, he's a Labrador, it's easier to list what he hasn't eaten today!

Steve responds as Dio stands there with his tail wagging.

Steve: Besides, I have plans for how to deal with that, let me worry about it.

Cyrus: Hey Steve, I found a suck.......err, I mean fan!

Cyrus calls out as he approaches them with a young fan in tow, he is carrying a rather large box under his arm and Steve gets an idea.

Steve: Hey Cyrus, why don't you show Mark your pet?

Cyrus: Good idea!

Cyrus responds before setting the box down revealing it to be a portable container for a huge snake. Hot Stuff takes a step back, looking down in the box.

HS: What the fuck? That things bigger than he is!

Hot Stuff points to Steve.

HS: It looks like it could eat Steve's dog as a starter! I would stand up and have a fight with any man on earth, hell, I don't even mind dirty, great hairy spiders, but when there's something there that looks like it could eat an elephant, fuck that! I got people to go and annoy anyway, and clean that dog shit up.

Hot Stuff turns and walks away at a brisk pace, moving off camera.

Cyrus: But Cyrus Jr. is friendly!

HS: I don't give a shit!

Steve shakes his head before turning to the fan.

Steve: Hey kid, want to make a quick buck?

Fan: Err, sure!

Steve: Great, I have a match coming up next and I need someone to watch my dog and clean up this mess.

Fan: I don't know.......

Steve: There's twenty bucks in it for you!

Fan: Sold!

Steve hands him Dio's lead and the two men leave with Cyrus carrying Cyrus Jr.'s case.




Back in J2H's luxury dressing room, J2H is now in his wrestling gear as he lays across the sofa, his head resting on the arm of the sofa and the SCW World title over his waist. A knock on the door is heard, causing him to exhale sharply.

J2H: What?

The door swings open and Pussy Willow walks in the room, causing J2H to sit up and look at her.

J2H: What do you want?

Pussy: Well usually, you go to the ring to talk about what happened at the last supercard, but you've been quiet tonight.

J2H: Well some genius thought booking Sam Marlowe in the opening spot was more worth it instead of the man who beat a Blast From The Past winner in the match of the year, so fuck them. I'll be going out there and kick Drake Green's teeth down his throat later, and that's it. Whoever booked that shit screwed the fans.

Pussy: It was a match that will be remembered for a long time, because of the action and the show of respect at the end.

J2H: You've never wrestled a day in your life, sometimes the respect get beaten in to you. When you know you've taken all someone can give then they earn your respect. Anyway, Despayre is the past.

Pussy: And Drake Green is in your future.

J2H: For the next couple of hours, but after that, he's gonna be back where he belongs, in the past, in the back of everyone's mind, getting nowhere near the headlines that he is getting now. Drake Green has never deserved the headlines he's ever got. Fact is he's just a dirty old man, living off the fact that he got lucky winning a few titles but tonight, he gets exposed. I'm gonna show him that he just can't compete with younger guys like me. I'm gonna show him that he is not worthy of being in the same ring as me. In fact the day his contract expires, I'm not gonna throw him a leaving party, I will be throwing a thank fuck he's gone party and hope he never darkens SCW's doorstep again.

Pussy: He has done...

J2H puts a hand up.

J2H: He's done nothing to impress me. All he's trying to do is get Melody in sex scenes for his movie. That is not happening one way or the other, but you notice he hasn't jumped out and said he would take them out just to keep her in the movie. You've noticed that, right?

Pussy: I have

J2H: Exactly! People should start listening to me when I try to tell them just who this piece of shit really is. He is a fake, he is a fraud and I will show you all tonight, that he is not only a shit person, that he's also a shit wrestler. This title is coming back with me, and there's no one that's gonna change that. Now fuck off and play with the zoo animals out there.

J2H shoos Pussy away as the camera fades




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

As the crashing riffs of Metallica's Battery plays loudly on the speakers, Kain appears from the curtain, alone and unafraid. He walks down the ramp with a confident step, snarling with rage. He looks to his left and right, trash-talking to the fans, letting him know that he's ready for tonight and will do whatever it takes to win.

Justin Decent: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds from Detroit, Illinois...Making his return to the six-sided ring...the King of Kings....KAIN!!!

As Kain climbs the steps, he laughs in their face and continues to boast. Stepping into the ring, he steps onto the center of the ring, raising his right fist in the air and looking straight at the camera as the pyro from all corners of the ring. Then he gets into his corner and looks towards the entrance ramp, staring silently and awaiting his opponent.

Simone: We haven't seen that look in about nine months, Jason. Kain has always been a dangerous competitor, but the last time he was in the ring, he lost the World Heavyweight Championship to Lord Raab.

Adams: He's going to be so angry for you reminding him of that when he goes back and watches this!

Simone: I don't think it matters at this point. He wants a different championship this time.

"I pledge alliegence, 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 Decent: And his opponent...

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.

Justin Decent: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Cyrus and Andreas...Weighing in at two hundred pounds, from Queens, New York...The Fearless One...STEVE RAMONE!!

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 all turn to Kain, already trash talking the returning superstar. And judging by the snarl on his face, he's none to happy about it. He goes to take a step forward, but referee Jasmine St. John puts a stop to it before it can escalate any further as she points to Cyrus and Andreas and then points to backstage, ordering them out of the ring and away from ringside!

Simone: Oh boy. I've seen this happen before and once again, Steve is livid.

Adams: I wouldn't argue with Jasmine! She's one tough cookie!

Jasmine stands her ground as Cyrus and Andreas exit the ring, walking backstage. Steve continues to argue with Jasmine with his back turned to Kain, and he doesn't see Kain staring daggers at the back of his head! A few moments later, with Steve still distracted, Kain rushes at Steve and Jasmine darts out of the way quickly. Kain nails him with a spinning kick to the back of the head that nearly sends him over the top rope, but Steve holds on to the top rope as Kain grabs him by his head and lifts him up and back into the ring and Jasmine quickly calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Kain apparently has zero tolerance for Steve's shenanigans tonight. He's out for one thing and one thing only!

Adams: Yeah! Wait...what is that?

Simone: To win, idiot! He needs to return with a win if he wants to get his way back to the Internet Championship.

As he holds on to the top rope, Kain begins delivering a series of quick boot stomps to Steve's head as he tries to wear down the former Roulette champion fast. Steve tries to get his hands up to block his head, but Kain is simply to quick for him and when Kain ignores her warnings to ease up and back away from the ropes, Jasmine starts her count.

1..2..3..4...Kain backs away just before the five count and Jasmine stands in front of him, pointing a warning finger at him, but he still has his eyes locked on Steve. Steve is crawling away from the ropes and when he's a safe distance away, Kain rushes back over to him. He reaches down pulling Steve up by his head and as Steve is hunched forward, Kain delivers a quick and vicious uppercut! He quickly follows it up with a spinning kick that sends Steve crashing down to the canvas and he drops down, making the cover!

1...

2...

2 1/2...Steve kicks out!

Simone: Have I ever said that sometimes when I'm watching Kain's matches, it makes me dizzy? The speed that this guy uses with his punches and kicks is just...insane sometimes!

Adams: You're telling me! It makes me feel like someone is spinning my chair, but less fun!

Kain doesn't seem too pleased that Steve kicked out, but he doesn't argue with Jasmine, instead choosing to get back to work on wearing Steve down in an effort to finish him off. He gets back to his feet and drags Steve away from the ropes by his leg. He looks as though he's about to set Steve up for submission hold of some kind as he keeps a hold of Steve's leg, but Steve gets a burst of adrenaline as he starts kicking at Kain, trying to get him to let go, but the King of Kings refuses!

Simone: What is gotta do better than that if you want to get the best of Kain, Steve.

Steve continues to try and kick his way away from Kain, but it doesn't work as eventually, Kain just smiles wickedly at Steve before he delivers a standing elbow drop right to Steve's knee! The point of Kain's elbow digs right into Steve's knee and the Fearless One lets out a pained scream as Kain stands up and repeats the process two more times, trying to disable Steve's knee!

Adams: Well...that's one way to keep him down!

Simone: I'm not sure even that will work against Steve. When he's determined, he refuses to stay down, even if he should.

Kain backs away for a few moments as Steve holds his knee and tries to recover, if he even can. As Kain stands back, practically stalking Steve, deciding his next move, Steve crawls his way over to one of the corners, where he starts to slowly pull himself back to his feet. Or, good foot as he hobbles on one leg, trying not to put weight on his other now sore knee and leg. Once he's standing up, with assistance from the ropes, Kain charges at him from the opposite side of the ring, going for a shoulder to Steve's midsection! But at the last second, Steve darts out of the way, nearly losing his footing, and Kain's shoulder connects HARD against the steel ring post!

Simone: My God! Did you HEAR that?!

Adams: I did! He'll be lucky if his shoulder isn't broken!

Kain slowly backs away from the corner, holding his shoulder with a pain expression on his face. Steve limps on his good leg and stares at Kain, noting the advantage he now has. He quickly hobbles over to Kain, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him down in a neckbreaker and Kain quickly holds his neck as the pain now radiates through his neck and shoulder! Steve gets back to his feet, slowly putting weight on his bad leg as he tries to get feeling in it once again and Jasmine checks on Kain.

Simone: What did I tell you? Steve has a way of getting back in the game when he should be out!

Adams: Can you imagine what a win over Kain would do for Steve?!

Simone: Yes. Yes, I could.

Steve glares at Kain as the King of Kings is trying to get back to his feet against the ropes. He has his back turned to Steve and Steve smiles wickedly before he heads over to Kain and hits him with a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and crashing to the floor on the outside! The fans are now going crazy as Steve gets back to his feet, shakes his leg a bit and then climbs to the top turnbuckle with his sights set on Kain on the outside!

Simone: Steve is gonna fly!

Adams: He can't! He doesn't have a cape!

Simone: I really need to talk to Mark and Christian about this working arrangements...

Steve watches Kain like a hawk as he crawls slowly towards the ring. Kain gets his hand up to the ring apron, using it as leverage to get back to his feet. He takes in a deep breath, still holding his neck and shoulder and when he spins around, Steve flies off the top turnbuckle hitting him with a high cross body that sends BOTH men crashing to the floor and the crowd is loving every minute of it! Jasmine leans through the ropes looking down to both men and she's trying to get their attention, but they're both feeling the affects of that dangerous move by Steve. Steve is holding his knee again.

Adams: I think Steve agitated his knee again! Stupid move on his part!

Simone: You of all people should know it takes sacrifice to get the job done sometimes.

Steve crawls away from Kain as Kain reaches up, grabbing the steel ring post. As her orders fall on deaf ears, Jasmine is forced to start her mandatory count to get both men back in the ring.

1...2...3...Kain is back to his feet, holding on to the ring post, while Steve is leaning against the ring apron, not putting weight on his bad knee. Just then, the crowd gets louder and their attention turns to the entrance where someone else is watching the action from there!

Simone: Oh boy...It's Rage! This can't be good for Kain...

Adams: I don't know. He told Pussy Willow earlier Kain is a non-issue! It seemed like he had no plans to retaliate!

Simone: That look says otherwise!

4...5...6...Neither Steve nor Kain knows that Rage is watching intently from the top of the ramp. Kain is the first to roll himself back in the ring under the bottom rope, while Steve pulls himself up to the ring apron with help from the ropes. Meanwhile, Rage starts slowly walking towards the ring, his evil eyes locked on the ring.

Adams: I don't like this! I don't like this at all!

Simone: Things are about to get interesting, that's for sure!

Kain is back on his feet and he finally notices Rage, just as the big man stops halfway to the ring. He glares at Rage, almost daring him to try something, but Rage stands right where he is, the expression on his face unchanging. When Kain turns around, Steve launches himself over the top rope right at Kain, but Kain ducks and Steve crashes to the canvas!

Adams: Steve hasn't even had a pin attempt in this match yet! I think Kain might have his number!

Simone: I think this match could go either way, Jason. Especially with Rage still watching closely!

Kain reaches down to pull Steve back to his feet but Steve outsmarts him and he pulls him down into an inside cradle and Jasmine drops down!

1...

2...

3-NO! Kain kicks out as Steve rolls backwards and away from Kain and both men get back to their feet. Rage has once again started walking towards the ring as he's now standing just by Kain, looking up at the King of Kings, a wicked smile on his face. Kain holds on to the top rope and glares down at Rage, shouting at him with his back turned to his opponent. Rage laughs and shakes his head before he points towards Steve.

Rage: Better watch your back, Kain!

Kain quickly spins around and just manages to duck the Fearless Shot superkick from Steve! Both men spin around and Steve grabs Kain by the head and delivers a spinning neckbreaker, going for a quick pin attempt but when he does, he puts his feet on the ropes for leverage as Jasmine drops down, not noticing it! But Rage has!

1...

2...Rage shoves Steve's feet off the ropes and then pulls Steve off of Kain and under the bottom rope and to the outside! He delivers a clothesline from hell and Steve is practically knocked out cold on the ground as Jasmine calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification...STEVE RAMONE!!!

Simone: And there it is! Rage just cost Kain the match!

Adams: Well...he stopped Steve from a dirty finish because it looked like either way, Steve was about to win it!

Rage pulls himself up to the ring apron as Kain has gotten back to his feet and is LIVID! He charges at Rage, but Rage manages to connect a vicious fist to Kain's temple, knocking the King of Kings down to the canvas before he steps over the top rope and walks over to Kain, placing his big boot right on Kain's throat, cutting off his oxygen! Kain struggles for a few moments, but just before he passes out, Rage pulls his foot away then reaches down, pulls Kain up to his feet where he delivers the Rage Slam! But he's not finished after that!

Simone: What the...Where is he going now?!

Rage quickly rolls out of the ring and walks over to the timekeepers area. He shoves the timekeeper off of his chair, taking the steel chair, and a microphone, as he walks back over to the ring! He slides the chair in under the bottom rope then enters the ring again, putting the microphone in his pocket while he grabs the chair! He stands over Kain, glaring down at him and he raises the chair high above him and the crowd is going wild!

Adams: Oh no! Don't do it, Rage!

Simone: Oh, he's going to do it alright! And right against the already sore shoulder!

With one powerful swing, Rage brings the chair crashing down against Kain's shoulder not once, not twice, but three times!!! He tosses the chair down and takes the microphone out of his pocket as he glares down at Kain, writhing in pain.

Rage: Let this be your ONLY warning, asshole! You want to fuck with me?! You want a shot at MY Internet Championship?! It ain't gonna happen you piece of shit!

Rage hits Kain with a boot to the back of the head for good measure.

Rage: And if you even THINK of retaliating for this shit, Kain? Next time, I'll break that fucking shoulder and make you WISH you had stayed gone this time! Welcome back to SCW, pussy!

Rage then spits on Kain and turns to walk out of the ring, but Steve has gotten back into the ring unbeknownst to him! He goes for a superkick to Rage, but Rage knocks his leg down and gets his hand around Steve's throat! He turns around as Steve tries to fight out of it but he lifts the Fearless One up and then brings him down with a chokeslam right on the steel chair!!!

Simone: Oh my God! Can someone put a stop to this, please?! I may not like either Steve or Kain, but this is just...sickening!

Adams: I think Rage is finished...

Rage leans down over Steve and glares at him, too.

Rage: Same goes for you, Ramone! You'll NEVER get your hands on the Internet Championship, asshole!

Rage spits on Steve, too, before he steps over the top rope once again and jumps down from the ring and heads backstage with a proud grin on his face. He ignores the fans as Jasmine checks on both Kain and Steve and SCW officials rush past him to check on both men as well.




"Help Is On The Way" begins on the PA and soon enough, the former SCW Bombshell's tag team champions, Team Hero, Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher soon make their way down the aisle. Roxi throws her arm around Keira's neck and shoulders and kisses her on the cheek before they both slide into the ring and take up a corner of the ring and pose for the fans on the turnbuckles, before jumping down and Roxi taking the microphone before the cheering crowd dies down, and Keira sits on the turnbuckles.

Roxi: Hello everyone!

Cheers

Roxi: It is nice to be back in the states for SCW. It was fun in Japan, but now, we get to come back, right here in the U.S. and entertain you!

Cheers.

Roxi: Trust me, we missed you guys.

Roxi looks down at her waist.

Roxi: But, unfortunately, something is missing.

Some boos as Roxi shrugs.

Roxi: It's unfortunate that Team Hero lost the SCW bombshell's tag team championship to the Fallen. It sucks, but, we tend to look on the positive side of things. We spent 231 days as your bombshell's tag team champions, and that is, and will stand for, I believe, quite a long while. We are so proud, so happy, and so thankful for the opportunity that we earned. Team Hero, thanks all of you, for your support!

Cheers.

Roxi: Now, some of you may be wondering where Team Hero goes from here. Well, as I mentioned on social media, Team Hero has no desire to, nor will we accept a rematch with the Angel Clan. The way we see it, 231 says, 4 title defenses successful, shattering the number of days reigned. And only one loss along the way... I'd say Team Hero has more than proven itself to being one of, if not THE best tag teams in SCW history, male, or female!

Cheers.

Roxi: Now, having said all that, it's time for Team Hero to pursue other goals. Like singles championships.

Cheers.

Roxi: Now, I need to go ahead and address maybe the elephant in the room. Keira did ask, well, request... well, maybe demand a shot at the SCW Bombshell's championship, and maybe that was a little hasty of her. In fact, it was. Keira can be a little impatient, and a little bit angry, and not the most in control most of the time. I apologize for that, as does she.

Roxi pauses, looking at Keira who eases down off the ropes

Roxi: But... I think that it wouldn't be asking too much for at least, giving Keira the opportunity. I think co-holding the tag titles with me for 7 months, and being a former Roulette champion with 3 successful defenses in as many weeks.... that she's qualified to... at least try. Some may point out her win/loss record as a detraction, but the honest truth is there have been wrestlers receiving random title matches, seemingly making up for maybe not giving them out on time or something. I don't think Keira is an expection to the rule. I just think, if she wants to be Bombshell's champion... she should be allowed to go for it!

Keira smiles and raises her arms as if asking for fan approval, and then respond in kind.

Roxi: And speaking of the Roulette title, that brings me... to me. I know, I like to point out that I am owed a bombshell's championship match 2 years running now, but as fun as being only the 2nd 3 time bombshell's champion sounds, that's another adventure, for another day. But, being the 3rd Grand Slam champion, sounds even better!

Cheers.

Roxi: Now, I guess I kind of... skipped going for the Roulette title before. But...I don't think there's any time like the present to try! So, if that means I have to beat Kate Steele, I will most certainly give it my best. All Team Hero, has ever asked for, is a chance. And given our wins, our championship reigns... and out history... I think we at least, deserve a chance.

Cheers as Keira nods and takes the microphone.

Keira: Rox, Team Hero have proved it's point in the tag division, we are going to re-establish ourselves as threats to beat any one, and win any championship. So... Bombshell's division, specifically Kate Steele, and... well, either Sam, or Crystal Miller.... Just remember these two faces, because they are coming at you, really soon.

Keira and Roxi hug in the ring and raise their arms to cheers before they hand the microphone back and exit the ring.




The lights in the arena go dark, and the sounds of a cash register opening begins to play...

Simone: Who, or what. Is this?

Adams: Waitaminute. Just, wait a dang minute...

Soon after, Money in the Bank - Lil Scrappy feat. Young Bucks fills the arena.

The arena lights change to a money green color as they flash like a strobe.

A older man, dressed to the nines in a pure white disco suit and a money green tie comes out of the back with a swagger in his step and his solid oak cane topped with a golden eagle ornament, to a round of jeers. He slowly bobs his head to the beat while pointing his thumbs at his chest as if to say "I Got Money in the Bank".

Adams: You gotta be kiddin' me............

The man continues down the ramp with that same "better than you" swagger. He looks out into the crowd and laughs at the people who were obviously poorer than him. At the end of the aisle, he raises his hands in the air and rubs his fingers together, as if he were holding money.

Simone: Is this REALLY?!

He finally makes it down to the ring. He walks to the steel steps and stands there on the first step with his arms out stretched for a minute. He raises his cane up and points at the crowd, shaking it at them while mocking them with an arrogant laugh. After a full minute of this, the mansteps onto the ring apron and coughs to get the Justin Decent's attention. He points at the ropes and begins tapping his foot impatiently. Justin finally holds the top and middle ropes open so he can enter the ring.

Simone: SCW has made a deal with the devil...?

He stands in the middle of the ring, pointing his thumbs at his chest once more. He lets out a boastful horselaugh as the music fades out. The man snatches the mic from the announcer, pacing the ring for a moment, as the lights slowly come back on. The man's reputation precedes him, as the Vegas crowd grows in unrest at the man's arrogance. In the centre of the ring he stops, slowly raising the mic to his mouth...

Man: For those who are unaware...you are about to be educated just who, I AM. And just WHY, I am a big deal.

The man offers an egotistical smirk, to which this Vegas crowd is having none of.

Man: I am the BEST Billionaire of Sports-Entertainment today. My name, is Miles. Effin. Blake. And I am the former Executive Producer of DARC Pro Sports...and THE largest free-agent acquisition of Sin City Wrestling TO-DATE!!

Adams: WHOAMYGOD!

Simone: SCW managed to sign THE one and only, MILES BLAKE!!

Adams: And the company would never be the same again...

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: So just what am I, a gentleman of upstanding position, doing here...in Las Vegas of all places?! What am I doing here, in Sin City Wrestling? Well I'm here for one thing, and one thing only.

Crowd: WE DON'T LIKE YOU! ... GO AWAY!

Miles smirks from behind the mic in response to the raucous Vegas crowd.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: I see my reputation proceeds me...aww, you guys. Knew you'd come around.

Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: D'awww you guys. How sweet of you to actually think I give two damns what you think.

Simone: What an egotistical piece of garbage.

Adams: SCW management signed this guy to come in and take a virtual dump on the fans that give us their hard-earned money to be entertained??

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: Don't worry, you all could be as rich and successful as I have bec --

Miles busts into a sarcastic laugh.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: NO, sorry I couldnt't even finish that sentence with a straight face! Each and every one of you will never amount to more than a boil on the side of society's ass...of course you can't help but be jealous of me!

Collectively, the crowd groans and rolls their eyes towards the hot free agent.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: Jealous...of my talent!

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: Jealous...of my bank roll!

Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: Jealous...of my looks!

Crowd: YOU'RE AN ASSCLOWN!

Miles can't help but chuckle again.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: Jealous...of my connections!

Crowd: GET THE FUCK OUT!

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: But most importantly, you're just jealous on GP. But not to worry! Fear not, you pathetic brand of society bottom-feeders! For I, Miles Blake, have arrived on the scene. And now your meaningless existences all of a sudden HAVE meaning. Purpose - the purpose of watching a true professional like me, do what you could never, ever do!

Simone: Okay now this guy is starting to get on MY nerves. WHY, SCW, WHY?! WHY would you hire...THIS?!

Adams: (laughing to himself) This guy is great! It's about time we had someone to tell people like it is!

The crowd begins growing more and more in unrest the longer Miles stands there with a mic. Miles looks out into the them, only offering a cheesy, trademark grin for their distaste.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: C'mon Vegas. Is this the best you've got?! I can walk out here, and verbally berate you, and what you stand for, and what you will never amount to...for the past several minutes...and still continue to stand here, unscathed?! No wonder this place is where it is. Quiet. A virtual doormat to good, distinguished gentlemen like me. Classy men...like me. People with way more class than anyone in this crowd...or in that locker room...will ever possess. Again, like me. What I'm saying is...where are this company's self-professed Knights at, ready to come out and defend the honour of the place I've been running my mouth --

Out of nowhere, "Burning Down The House" by the Used starts to blare out over the PA system and the crowd jumps back to their feet, showing life again.

Simone: Finally....

Out from behind the curtain walks Drake Green, clad in his ring gear, and wearing his 'The Show Must Go On' t-shirt. He smiles as the crowd he once turned on takes him back with open arms. He raises his arms up in the air, over and over, motioning for the crowd to get louder and they respond with thunderous cheers that nearly shake the cameras.

Adams: Get a load of this reaction in Vegas for Mr. Showtime...

Simone: It's as if he never left!

Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!

Drake waits another few moments, mouthing the words 'THANK YOU' to the crowd, as he waits for the to quiet down a bit. When they finally do, he raises his microphone to his lips and slowly starts to make his way down the ramp as he speaks.

Drake: You know I've seen a lot of people walk down this ramp and proclaim themselves to be the next great thing that Sin City Wrestling has signed to some over-hyped bloated contract. I've seen a lot of guys like you come down here, into MY ring, and gloat about what they've accomplished in other places and what level of name recognition they're supposed to have...

He gets to the ring and hops up the steel steps before ducking under the top rope and getting to the ring with Blake.

Drake: But none of them....and I do mean none of them....have annoyed me as much as you just did.

Crowd: POP!

Drake: But I'm gonna give you another shot because after all....the great people of Las Vegas....MY PEOPLE....have given me a second chance. So Miles, Mr. Blake, Mr. Showtime is going to give you a second chance as well...

Drake folds his arms and smiles as he stares at Miles.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: Oh how sweet, you think I'm going to apologize. That's cute.

Miles takes his cane, and draws an imaginary line in between him and Drake. He mouths something inaudible at him.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: That's the line. And this?

Miles takes a long step over the line, coming mere inches from Drake's face.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: ...and this is me, crossing it.

Simone: Miles just...

Adams: He called Drake's bluff!

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: What are you gonna do about it, eh Drakey boy? You gonna put hands on a fifty-nine year old man?! Would that make you feel like a real man? Hmm?!

Drake smiles at Blake's ultimatum.

Drake: I'm not gonna hit you, Miles. I don't need to have my title shot getting postponed because some old man is having a cardiac arrest in the middle of the ring.

The crowd laughs. Miles meanwhile begins stewing at the joke.

Drake: In fact, I don't really need to do anything. I'll just sit back and watch you fail. For all the bolstering you do...you have very little to back it up. In fact, the last three companies you put your hands in failed miserably. Your egotistical, megalomaniac ways will fit right in here at Sin City Wrestling with good old Hot Stuff Mark Ward. But make no mistake...when you fail at whatever it is you were trying to do....because believe me you will fail like you always do...I'll be there to remind you of this moment. The exact moment when you could've taken a step back and turned over a new leaf. When you could've finally made your mark on the wrestling business in a positive way. What is that you say...

Drake taps his chin.

Drake: Make Wrestling Great Again?

He smiles.

Drake: The only thing you've done for wrestling is shut down good promotions and ruined the lives everyone you've come across. Even your own family. So go ahead, Miles. Just remember....I can't wait to say I told you so.

"Billionaire" Miles Blake: Ruin? Fail? Need I remind you I CREATED, the Billionaire's Club! I made the entire circuit take NOTE of premier talents nobody took a chance on. I got talents like Carmen Cambridge...Dead Eye...THE Parker Van Peters...and yes, even SCW's own, Veronica Taylor, an extra set of eyes. Thanks to my, superior managerial skills.

Drake: Oh yes....the famous Billionaire's Club. And let me ask you something, where is everyone now? Besides the grammatically challenged Veronica Taylor....everyone else is gone. And why is that Miles? Does it maybe have some thing to do with....oh yes...What happened to DARC Pro Sports?

Drake again smiles in Miles' face. Miles stares a hole through Drake, while Drake awaits an answer...to which Miles simply shoves the mic into Drake's chest, turning on his heel, and leaving the ring, without a word spoken.

Simone: Drake seems to know exactly how to push Miles' buttons...

As Miles charges up the ramp, Drake calls out to the crowd.

Drake: And just in case our new friend Miles Blake wasn't sure....let's let him know. People of Las Vegas....MY PEOPLE.....WHAT MOTHER-FUCKING TIME IS IT?

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake drops the mic in the middle of the ring as Burning Down the House" by the Used begins to play again. Miles stands at the top of the stage, fuming, as the camera cuts out.




Shortly following his attack on both Kain and Steve Ramone, Rage is making his way through the halls backstage. He's still got a proud smirk on his face and just as he reaches the door to his locker room, Pussy Willow rushes up behind him.

PW: So much for not attacking Kain, huh?

Rage rolls his eyes and turns around to face her.

Rage: Do you think I'd be stupid enough to tell you what I was planning to do? Fuck no. Now leave me alo--

Pussy Willow interrupts him before he can finish his sentence.

PW: Well, to be fair, we were all expecting it to happen eventually, but I think I speak for everyone when I say we were a bit surprised that you attacked Steve Ramone also.

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: Steve was just collateral damage. Not to mention, it sent a message to him, too, because the idiot actually thinks he'll ever get a shot at the Internet Championship anyway. Killed two birds with one stone, basically.

PW: Yes, that may very well be, but you do realize what you started out there, don't you?

Rage: What I started? Blondie, Kain started that shit at Into the Void when he chose to attack ME. He brought this shit on himself, so I didn't start a damn thing. And as for Steve Ramone, the second he decided to open up his mouth in his damn promo this week and make it known that he's gunning for the Internet Championship next, that sealed his fate there. So, no...I didn't start shit.

Pussy Willow nods, but she doesn't seem to agree with him.

PW: Well, I can see your point there, but attacking both men probably just started a fire you won't be able to put out, Rage. Just because you retaliated against Kain, and tried to send a message to Steve, that doesn't mean either man will just back off now. If anything, it'll get them more motivated than ever.

Rage lets out another laugh.

Rage: Think I give a shit? Because I don't. I'm not afraid of Steve Ramone and I sure as shit ain't afraid of Kain, either. They want to try and come at me again? Let them, because each time they come at me, I'm going to come back ten fucking times worse.

PW: And you don't think you're---

Rage: Look, blondie, I really don't feel like answering any more of your stupid questions tonight. Want to know how I'll handle Kain and Steve Ramone again? Pay attention in the coming weeks and you'll find out exactly what I'll do. They're not getting their hands on my fucking title and that's all there is to it. Now get the fuck out of my face.

Rage then grabs the knob to the Seven Deadly Sins' locker room and steps inside. As he closes the door behind him, a loud vicious hissing and growling is heard, followed by Rage's loud yelling! A couple of crashes are heard before Rage crashes back through the door, the bottom of his pant legs shredded and blood now dripping down his ankles! Pussy Willow looks on curiously.

Rage: That cat is the fucking devil!

Rage rushes down the hall as Pussy Willow raises a curious eyebrow and when Pussy Willow looks down and the camera follows, Despayre's pet cat, Sebastian is seen sitting in the doorway, his tail wagging slowly. He looks up to Pussy Willow and lets out a meow and for a moment, it almost looks like he's smiling before he turns and disappears back inside the locker room. Pussy Willow giggles.

PW: I like that cat...

She lets out another laugh before she turns and walks in the other direction.




Were backstage at a photo booth. We see Song and Orchid taking photos with different animals as well with different SCW fans. Mostly kids or families are seen. A few feet away we also see Jon Dough sitting in a chair in front of a table with a few dozen 9x12 photos of himself. Jon is signing autographs to all the kids. Lin Ting Lu stands between Jon and Orchid and Song.

Jon Dough: You know Master Lilly if there was ever a time to make a return today was sure that day.

Master Lilly: Yes I can see way you would say that Jon. There is so much going on SCW fans got to seen folks who have not been around in a while. Returns in the ring like yourself and debuts like in Eyesnsane and Amy-Jayne.

Jon Dough: Yeah there is so much going on that hopefully when its over and the fans all went home everyone in SCW can be proud at what we all been a part of. Regardless if your a baby face or if you or some wanna be hard ass.

Jon looks up and sees a 6 year old with his mouth wide open as he just heard Jon Dough say a bad word.

Jon Dough: Sorry kid. But sometimes grown ups say bad words it's not right but it happens.

Kid: It's Ok Jon Dough!

Jon Dough: Well alright then, Hey give me five.

Jon and the fan high five each other

Master Lilly: Well how does it feel being back and just having your 1st match in SCW in over a year?

Jon Dough: It feels great. Winning or losing didn't matter to me after all. I mean sure I was finally able to get my hands on Joshua but at the end of the day just to hear the fans cheering and having a good time is what I missed the most and it felt great.

Master Lilly: I'm very happy to hear that Jon, but may I ask what about Matt Spears, how does he feel about it?

Matt Spears: Well Matt won't admit it but he is really pissed at the fact that the SCW bosses decided to give him the night off.

Master Lilly: But you had a match was that not good enough for you, sorry I mean him?

Jon Dough: No not at all Master Lilly. Remember we share one body but we don't share much else after that. One body two minds is the best way for me to explain it.

Master Lilly: Oh no I understand. Heck I understand it all to well.

Lin Ting Lu looks up and sees that SCW Security Guards are not allowing Alana Allure past them as she is trying to get to the rest of the Elders. She can see that Alana is trying to explain to them who she is. Lin Ting Lu runs over to help sort it out.

Master Lilly: Its ok guys she is with me.

Lin Ting Lu looks at Alana.

Master Lilly: Were is your VIP pass Alana?

Alana Allure: Well Ted though it would be funny if he took my VIP Pass and gave it to the dog.

Lin Ting Lu giggles a bit.

Master Lilly: Well that's good. Sounds like Ted and Eyesnsane are having a good time.

Alana Allure: Don't be fooled Eyesnsane is always having a good time in his own odd way.

The two nod in agreement.

Master Lilly: Well come join us. Jon is almost done and Song and Orchid are...

Orchid: Right behind you.

Lin Ting Lu turns around.

Master Lilly: Oh you guys done already?

Song: Yes. We just did a few photos.

Alana Allure: Well since were all here and the show will be over soon I say we hit up the casino in this place and try are luck at the craps table.

Song: I never been much of a craps player but I don't mind playing some poker.

We see Eyesnsane, Ted and the dog show up.

Eyesnsane: Speaking of poker.

Eyesnsane look up at sees a big poster of Mikah. While the dog goes towards Orchid and starts humping her right leg again.

Eyesnsane: I wouldn't mind poking her.

Ted starts laughing as all four women look at Eyesnsane with a look of disgust.

Orchid: No! Bad doggy

All four women: Really?

Ted looks at the poster

Ted: Damn hell yea really, good choice bro.

Eyesnsane and Ted give each other a fist pump. Jon Dough makes his way to them. Orchid pulls the dog off her leg.

Jon Dough: Well I'm done guys now what.

Song: Food!

Eyesnsane: Mikah Locker room.

Alana Allure: Casino

Master Lilly: James Hughes! Will you stop that please?

Ted: Oh Shit! She called you James; I think you may need to behave.

Eyesnsane looks at Lin Ting Lu with a smile. He then grabs an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels from his back pocket. The dog starts to bark in excitement and is seen wagging his tail. Eyesnsane attempts to give it to Lin Ting Lu.

Master Lilly: You know darn well I don't drink. However something tells me I'm in for a long night.

Lin Ting Lu grabs the bottle. Everyone is in shock. Lin Ting Lu opens it up and drinks half the bottle. She hands it back to Eyesnsane.

Eyesnsane: Well god damn, it's like that. Let's go out party then shit.

We see then all start walking away. The dog however is seen trying to climb onto Orchid's leg. Orchid just keeps brushing the dog off.




Simone: Two weeks ago Sam Marlowe won the SCW Bombshell Championship in a Triple Threat Match against Mercedes Vargas and Crystal Millar where she pinned Crystal and tonight Crystal's getting another shot at Sam in our Main Event.

Adams: Because of the frequent interference in World Bombshell Title Matches as of late Christian has not only banned Jonathon Millar from ringside but he also banned Kate Steele and Veronica Taylor from ringside as well ruling that if they even appeared on the entrance ramp Crystal would be disqualified and Sam would retain the title.

Simone: This should be a great match! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your co Main Event of the evening, scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW World Bombshell Championship!

"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 first! From Houston Texas, she is the reigning and defending SCW World Bombshell Champion 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.

Simone: Sam looks ready to defend her title.

Adams: Well yeah, she doesn't want to be a one and done case like so many other champions.

Justin: Introducing the challenger!

5

4

3

2

1

THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!

"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.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, she is the Silver Screen Queen Crystal Millar!

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.

Simone: Crystal apparently didn't get the memo about outside help!

Adams: Doesn't matter because it looks like Drew's about to do something about it!

Drew marches over to the ring ropes nearest Jonathon and wastes no time in pointing to the back earning a massive pop from the crowd and Crystal's ire.

Crystal: You can't do this! I'm the Silver Screen Queen!

Drew: You could be the Queen of a trailer park for all I care! Either he goes to the back or I'm awarding the match to Sam right here and now!

That announcement earns even more cheers for Drew and Crystal is irate before her husband reluctantly starts making his way up the ramp, however as soon as Crystal starts arguing with Drew Sam sneaks up behind her and surprises her with a roll-up prompting Drew to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: 1......2......and Crystal kicks out!

Adams: I think that's an SCW record for fastest time between a pin attempt and the opening bell ringing!

Crystal quickly gets to her feet and pounces on Sam as she gets back to her feet delivering clubbing blows to the upper back and neck areas before picking Sam up and whipping her off the ropes, however Sam manages to catch her by surprise by leaping to the middle rope and hitting her with a Springboard Moonsault knocking Crystal down for another pin attempt 1......2......and Crystal kicks out again, rather than let Sam hit a follow up move Crystal rolls out of the ring hoping to buy herself a few minutes.

Simone: Crystal's a high flyer herself so she should know better than anyone that the ringside area is not a safe haven from a high flyer's attacks.

Adams: Not to mention the fact that she fought against Sam two weeks ago at Into the Void!

Indeed, upon seeing that Crystal has rolled out of the ring Sam starts bouncing up and down to get herself warmed up for the charge and once Crystal stops to collect her thoughts Sam charges to the hopes looking for a Suicide Plancha to the outside, however Crystal has anticipated this and manages to duck out of the way just in time and whilst Sam lands on her feet she lands funny on her left leg causing it to buckle, upon seeing this Crystal pounces on her hitting Sam with a chop block.

Simone: Sam's in trouble here, she needs both of her legs to execute most of her high flying offense and the Sammisault.

Adams: She still has the Sammi Wrap and Samwhich Press but your right, having one leg being targeted leaves Sam at a massive disadvantage!

Crystal rolls Sam back into the ring and barely manages to beat the five count herself but Crystal doesn't stay on the inside for long as she grabs Sam's injured leg and drags it to the outside of the apron were she ties it to the ring ropes, Sam tries her hardest to get her leg free whilst Crystal climbs to the top rope where she executes a guillotine leg drop onto Sam's injured leg! Crystal unties Sam's leg so that she can hook it for a cover 1......2......and Sam kicks out!

Simone: If Sam wasn't in a lot of pain already she definitely is now!

Adams: My leg hurts from just watching that leg drop!

Rather than argue with Drew or go for another pin Crystal drags Sam to the middle of the ring by her bad leg and uses it to lock in a Single Leg Boston Crab, Drew quickly gets into position to check on Sam's condition but the Bombshell Champion refuses to give up despite the immense pain that she's in at the moment, it takes her a few minutes but Sam is eventually able to make it to the ring ropes forcing Crystal to break the hold, however rather than break the hold Crystal drags her back to the middle of the ring by Sam's bad leg again and locks in another submission this time a Figure Four Leg Lock.

Adams: I think I saw a scene like this in a porno once.......

Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!

Drew gets into position again but once again Sam refuses to give up in spite of all the pain she's in, eventually however Sam's able to reverse the Figure Four Leg Lock by turning her body around and manages to transfer the pain to Crystal, Crystal is eventually forced to let go off the hold and both Bombshells get to their feet though Sam is noticeably limping for obvious reasons but that doesn't stop Sam from hitting Crystal with a series of Dropkicks.

Simone: Sam's making a comeback here!

Adams: But how long can she last on one leg?!

Crystal gets back to her feet only to be met with another dropkick that seems to knock her down for good this time and Sam goes to follow it up with a Standing Moonsault, however it turns out that Crystal was playing possum the whole time and she sweeps Sam's bad leg from under her sending the World Bombshell Champion crumbling to the mat where Crystal goes for another cover again hooking Sam's bad leg 1......2.......and Sam kicks out!

Simone: It seems that Sam wasn't able to get as much of that dropkick as she would've liked, most likely due to all the damage her leg has taken!

Adams: And now Crystal's calling for the Light's Camera Action!

Crystal smirks as she climbs the turnbuckle thinking that she has the match won and when she reaches the top rope she leaps.

Simone: Lights, Camera.......

Adams: CUT! Sam got her knees up!

Crystal doesn't get a chance to register the pain in her abdomen as Sam rolls her up into a small package 1......2......and Crystal kicks out! Crystal gets to her feet first and goes after Sam's leg with another Chop Block onto for Sam to hop over the attempt and surprise her with a Shining Wizard to Crystal's face using her good leg! Sam follows this up with another cover 1......2.......and Crystal kicks out in the nick of time!

Simone: Sam's making her comeback bad leg be damned!

Adams: And I'd hate to be around Crystal later if Sam manages to beat her with one leg!

Sam drags Crystal to the corner and climbs to the top rope looking for the Sammisault, however with her leg in the shape it is she is a lot slower than she usually is at climbing the turnbuckle and this gives Crystal the opportunity she needs to meet her on the top rope and starts exchanging punches with the Bombshell Champion whilst they are up there, eventually Sam manages to push her off and when Crystal gets back on her feet Sam hits her with an Hurricanrana! Sam holds on for the pin 1......2.......and Crystal kicks out barely in time!

Simone: Was that three!?

Adams: No! Crystal got her shoulder up in time!

Sam looks up at Drew is disbelief but Drew shakes his head and orders her to continue the match, Sam gets back to her feet at the same time as Crystal and Crystal tries to go for the That's A Wrap but Sam ducks down at the last second causing Crystal to crash and burn, seeing an opportunity to end this without putting her leg at risk Sam locks Crystal in the Sammi Wrap!

Simone: Sammi Wrap! Sam has the Sammi Wrap locked in!

Adams: And Crystal has nowhere to go!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

The crowd chants exactly what Drew's asking Crystal whether she wants to do it or not but Crystal refuses to tap out, out of desperation Crystal starts attacking Sam's bad leg by driving her forearms into it and whilst Sam manages to keep the hold locked in for a few minutes she's eventually forced to let go off the hold and like a shark that smells blood Crystal pounces on her opportunity locking in the Withering Rose!

Simone: Withering Rose! Now Crystal has her own submission finisher locked in!

Adams: Can Sam fight out of it!?

Sam tries her hardest to fight out of the hold but Crystal has it locked in tight, as time passes by Sam refuses to tap but the pain in her legs becomes too great forcing Sam to pass out! Drew calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner AND NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! CRYSTAL MILLAR!!!!!!!!!!

Simone: Crystal did it! She won the World Bombshell Championship for the first time!

Adams: Somebody check in with our resident historian, I think that's a new shortest reign record!

Simone: Sam didn't tap out, but the pain made her pass out.

Drew hands the championship belt to Crystal who holds it high above her head before pulling it close to her chest. Drew checks on Sam.




The cameras come to life backstage to find J2H with Austin Parker and Simpson standing near the gorilla position getting ready for the main event. As the three are in deep conversation, a familiar white duck strolls on to the scene, and J2H sees him out of the corner of his eye.

J2H: I don't have time for this fucking shit.

Austin and Simpson stop talking to look at J2H and his sudden outburst before they turn around and see the white duck, ducking out of the scene and disappearing.

Simpson: Ms Grace has that thing trained to perfection.

J2H looks at Simpson and screw his face up; as if to question him but before he can say anything he hears the clicking of heels on the floor coming up behind him.

J2H: Has she got her mad face on or?

Simpson looks at Melody who is the one walking up behind J2H, she has her title belt over her shoulder but is wearing a saddened look on her face.

Simpson: Sad, actually.

James turns swiftly to look at Mel's face and see that she is in fact a little disheartened by what happened earlier tonight. J2H quickly looks at Simpson and Austin who motion he has five minutes before his match and to make this snappy. J2H steps towards Melody who stops dead in her tracks as she gets close enough to him. She hears a loud bang come from behind her so she jumps, before looking around.

J2H: Relax, that fucking idiot over there just dropped a box.

Melody exhales but she can't keep her attention on J2H, as she is too busy looking around the place looking for Bombshells who might be after her championship.

J2H: No... I'm not having this.

Melody: Having what?

Melody nervously smiles as she turns her attention to J2H for a few seconds before she starts looking around again, startled by each and every noise she hears.

J2H: You acting like a deer in headlights every time a pin drops.

Melody: Well... what can I say this is my life now?

She tries to crack a joke but she can't even crack a smile at it.

J2H: Look, I've got a match to be at... but... once it's done we'll get you a body guard for when you're out and about without me.

Melody: I don't need a body guard.

Just on cue Simpson clears his throat and that noise alone startles Melody as she almost jumps out of her skin.

J2H: Oh you don't huh?

Melody turns her attention back to James with her hands cupped over her racing heart.

Melody: I don't need one.

J2H: and yet you'll get one... now I have to go, but in the mean time you can stay backstage with this guy.

James throws his thumb over her shoulder to point at Casey Williams who has appeared on the scene. Melody looks at Casey and frowns.

Melody: I'd rather be paranoid.

J2H: What was that?

Melody: I said, umm, geez... thank you.

J2H lets off a cocky smirk before he takes a step up towards Melody, so he can speak just to her.

J2H: We'll find you a more qualified body guard later.

Melody: fiiiine. Alright, go or you'll be late for your match and you'll cop a fine again.

Melody rolls her eyes playfully before she flashes James a real Melody smile just befure he takes his leave. J2H looks towards Casey, his eyes still glazed from the pole shot earlier.

J2H: Are you feeling alright?

Casey nods his head firmly, but wincing slightly in pain. J2H puts to fingers towards his own eyes and points to Mel.

J2H: Don't take your eyes off her, if anyone comes near her, get rid of them right away.

Casey nods slowly at J2H. He turns and puts his hand on Melody's shoulder, causing her to jump. J2H looks her in the eye.

J2H: Even if he is concussed, Simpson will still be here.

J2H squeezes her shoulder before turning away. Leaving Melody now standing beside Casey Williams, she looks up at him and huffs.

Melody: Don't even say a single word to me.

As J2H walks off with Austin, he over hears Melody's comment to Casey and can't help but crack a smile.




Both Uriella and Lucy smiles at the now empty stand; the two high five and get up from behind the stand.

Uri: I'm so happy we sold all of this! I seriously feel like we made a difference for the charity.

Lucy: Yeah I get what you mean. So Uri...what's up with you and Mark Ward?

Uriella looks at Lucy confused.

Uri: What the hell do you mean by that?

Lucy: He's been acting so damn friendly towards you. You know Claire doesn't trust him.

Uri: Claire doesn't trust anyone!

Lucy nods knowing Uri has a point.

Uri: It's nothing Lucy, you guys are being paranoid. He's just giving us constructed feedback.

Before Lucy could even get a retort in Uriella's phone rings.

Uri: I need to take this; It's the husband.

Lucy nods again and Uri walks off.

Lucy: I better be careful...I have a feeling something bad is going to happen.

Lucy looks over and sees someone in a cloak walking towards her. A smile plays on Lucy face.

Lucy: It's you? Oh wow! Well let me show you around.

The scene promptly changes.




The cameras open up backstage to find The Cockney King Ben Jordan standing beside The Any Night Delight Jamie Dean, Jamie stroking his gift cat from Sam Marlowe. The two tag team champions are deep in conversation with their titles draped over their shoulders. While the cameras try and pick up on what the two are talking about the sound of clicking heels against cold cement hits the airways. The cameras quickly pan around to find one of the newest signings to SCW in the Aussie Evie Baang strolling her way up towards them both. Jamie quickly stops talking and he nudges Ben, which forces the Cockney to stop in mid-sentence and turn around to look at her.

Adams: Oh no, what's going to happen here?

Simone: Evie has been on a warpath so far this week, making sure her boys Caleb and Johnny get their names out there.

Adams: Surely she's not going to do something stupid and try to arouse more trouble for herself?

Simone: I'm pretty sure that's exactly what she's trying to arouse, well that and Ben Jordan.

Ben's blue eyes can be seen taking a scan up from the floor, to see Evie's big black heels, up to her long luscious legs before it glances over her deep red velvet bodysuit that is lined around the v of her neck with small studs. Over her shoulders Evie has a big thick black and red leather jacket that is stitched with gold studs with a fur lined hoodie. Her long chestnut hair is out and in messy curls as she continues to make a bee line for the champions.

Simone: She looks like something out of Mad Max.

Adams: But like kinda hot.

Simone: I'm sorry what?

Adams: Umm oops?

As Evie finally makes her way in front of the two tag team champions in Team BJ, she stops and eyes them both up and down before tilting her head to the side slightly to focus on Ben. Jamie can see that he is being over looked so he quickly jumps on the wits.

Jamie: I'm sorry toots but we didn't order any company tonight... especially not bad company like you.

Evie tilts her head back to the other side to look back at Jamie with a slight smirk on her perfectly made up face. She eyes him up and down before rolling her brown orbs before turning back to look at Ben. She permits a small laugh to escape her matte pink lips showing Jamie that she can have a laugh and a joke with him.

Evie: Jamie you're so adorable, it eats me alive. However I'm just here to quickly talk to Ben. Just quickly, trust me... it won't take long and after that you two can go back to talking about what you're going to do next with Team BJ... That tag team name gives me life, you have no... idea.

Evie eyes both Jamie and Ben up and down adding the explanation mark to her point, making the boys wonder what on earth she could be talking about. I think we all know, however play along.

Ben: What can this Cockney do, help the little Aussie out with today? Unless ya gonna whack me cause of the rugby on Saturday....

Evie takes a firm step up towards Ben as she looks him dead in the eye before she licks her lips with a slight shake of her head.

Evie: Well I promised you this week that I would come find you at CC and whisper something that couldn't be said on Twitter into your ear and well I always keep my word. So...?!

Without wasting anymore time Evie steps up and covers Ben's right ear with her hand before she whispers something deep into his ear. The cameras pick up the look on Ben's face as his jaw drops and his eyes widen while Jamie stands there looking on with a confused but interested in what is happening. Evie takes a brisk step back and she smiles at herself enjoying the look on Ben's face before she finally steals his attention with her Aussie accent once more.

Evie: Oh and thank you so, so, soo much for Cuba. I mean I've been to some parties in my time but never one like that.

She taps her hand on his left shoulder trying to knock some life back into him as he just double blinks at her with a silly smirk on his face.

Jamie: What is going on here?

Evie and Ben turn back to Jamie and they both answer him at the same time.

Ben: Nothing!

Evie: Oh... Nothing!

Evie goes to take her leave but she remembers something and she quickly twirls around on her heels and steps back up towards the Cockney King Ben. She raises her right hand up and she slaps it gently on the side of his chiselled face.

Evie: And I'm really, really, really... not sorry for what happened to your wall length mirror... It looked antique and everything.

She playful cuffs her hand on the side of Ben's face once more before she winks up at him. The look on Jamie's face says it all as he eyes his tag team partner up and down looking for an explanation. Evie turns to look at Jamie with a conceited smile on her face before she taps him gently on his shoulder.

Evie: Now you can have your tag team partner back...

This time Evie takes her leave and she pushes past Jamie and Ben, walking in between them before firing off a decent hard and sturdy slap with her right hand on Ben's arse as she walks on past. Evie lets out a little chuckle to herself as she walks away unfazed at the fuss she has probably just cause Ben with Jamie and Sammi. While Jamie spins around to look at Ben with questioning eyes.

Jamie: What did you do? What did Evie mean? Hell what's going on here?

Ben looks at Jamie, an innocent look on his face, his hand in the air.

Ben: Nothing's going on. It was just a party, lots of people was there.

Ben bites his lower lip.

Ben: But I do need a new mirror though. You got some class so might need ya help.

Jamie: More class then you have it seems.

Jamie nods his head towards the direction Evie just walked off in.

Ben: Nothing happened!

Jamie: If you say so tiger!

Jamie slaps Ben firmly on the arse before walking off, leaving Ben looking shocked.

Ben: Why do people keep slapping me on the arse?!?! Gonna damage the merchandise! I need to go check on Sam after that match but you people need to stop slapping me on me 'aris!

Ben breathes deeply before walking off in the same direction as Jamie and the camera fades.




We find ourselves backstage and it is there where we are able to see Teddy Warren-Steele. His long hair wrapped into a ponytail as he looks into the camera almost with "fake" tears in his eyes. Beside him is his lovely Kate who has her arms wrapped his body.

Teddy: I just want to say that tonight is a big night. Because yes we are celebrating the animals but some of you out there... Are celebrating Happy Father's Day, and well I have had an awesome amazing time being adopted by the Warren family. They took me at birth and it found special to be cared for by a family that loves me. A family that REALLY loves me.

Kate: But of course there's always the thought in mind of trying to find his biological parents and we are at the stage where we are going to adopt our own child, and there is the scary thought of what Juliet is going to do when she wants to find out who her real parents are. So seeing as my Todd has been through the system. We have been on a quest to find out his real parents and we found out his real real biological parents and our quest will bring us to that of harlem New York.

Teddy smiles as he nods his head.

Teddy: That's right where I was given birth by some drug addicted woman in Shaniqua. Silly I know but I will find my mother and once I find her I will find out about my father. I just need to know about my lineage. What he is like. What his profession is. I am the best mouthpiece in wrestling so surely he had to be a great man of words right?

Kate: And you can't forget about my honey buns hair... I mean look how long it is. How big it is... It's just so amazing!

Teddy giggles.

Teddy: Are you sure we are talking about my hair now?!

Kate: Damn it we are on camera... Keep it professional.

All of a sudden a figure walks by them.

Markus: Well I know something else that's long.

Kate's eyes open wide up as the two of them turn around. The 5'2 girl looking way up at the 7ft man. Even Teddy who is 5'10 is small in comparison.

Kate: Ewww that's bloody disgusting.

Markus: Did you say you were looking for your father? That's funny considering that I keep taking these tests and I was told that my blood samples matched with someone that was in this company, and that someone here in SCW might potentially be my son. About the age of 30. Let me ask you how old are you?

Teddy: 29 but I don't turn 30 until December.

Markus: Now what did you say about your mother?

Teddy: That she had some drug problem and from what I found out lives in harlem. Shaniqua...

Markus: That's funny because I actually knew a Shaniqua as a matter of fact when I was first starting up in wrestling. She was one of the first person I messed with. I heard she was pregnant but I was off wrestling over in Japan and I didn't find out that she was pregnant or even given the kid up for adoption until it was too late.

Kate: NO! I refuse to believe you are his father! He's black and he's white.

Markus: I am light skinned Kate. And just look at the hair. I think that the hair alone should show you the resemblance. Besides this whole Todd thing... Teddy I don't know who would name you that.

Kate: I NICKNAMED HIM TEDDY BECAUSE He's my Teddy Bear! My Teddy!

Markus: Well... Before he got lost in the system all I know is that his name was supposed to be Apollo after the greatest black character in all of movies.

Teddy is taken back.

Teddy: Wow... It could be true... You might be my pops but how are we going to get this settled?

Markus: Well how do all people get it sorted when they want to know if someone is their father or not?

Kate: They get a blood test?

Markus: No we are taking this to Maury... I'll see you then.

Markus Reeves walks away as Teddy and Kate look back in return.




The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo's explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He jumps off the ropes and walks towards Justin. Justin hands him a microphone as the music fades.

HS: Well I've had a seriously busy night but the fun doesn't stop there.

Hot Stuff paces up and down the ring.

HS: We might as well have called this the Hot Stuff Show cause I've been everywhere in that fucking zoo back there that Christian wanted. I've been around snakes, a tiger, a wolf, and even a fox, but now it's time to come out here and talk about another kinda snake. We're talking about you Mikah.

The fans boo at hearing Mikah's name.

HS: Earlier, you found out that Mikah's golden briefcase had fifty grand in, and a contract for a title shot whenever she wanted but I've now took that choice out of her hands.

Hot Stuff shakes his head and looks around the crowd.

HS: So Mikah, you will be facing our NEW Bombshell champion, Crystal Millar at the very next supercard, Summer XXXTreme IV

The crowd cheer loudly as Hot Stuff shakes his head in disappointment.

HS: Now Mikah, you know you're damn lucky I'm actually letting you near that title again, just for being around Drake Green, I should wipe out your title history and make it look like you never exsisted, but it seems like Christian has actually started to like you, but do you think I'll ever make things THAT easy for you?

A smirk crosses his face.

HS: Seriously, did you think I was gonna make things so damn easy for you? I used to like you Mikah, those drunken nights were fun, but as soon as I worked out that you was using me for power....

Hot Stuff waves his hand in a goodbye motion.

HS: So I won't be doing you any favors here at all. You saw earlier that the woman who you've wasted so much time with bickering on Twitter with become the new SCW Bombshell champion just minutes ago so it's only too fitting you end up against her, but again, I'm not making it easy at all, because Sam Marlowe put up a hell of a fight, so I think she too deserves to be in that match.

The crowd loudly cheer for Sam Marlowe.

HS: So Crystal Vs Mikah Vs Sam... I like that but nah, still to easy. There's a young lady from Argentina who deserves a shot at the title too, so I'm thinking Crystal Vs Mikah Vs Sam Vs Mercedes Vargas.

The crowd cheer again, but Hot Stuff rubs his chin.

HS: Nah, still not good enough to me. I think we need some new blood up there too, so I'm thinking it's time to give some ladies a chance to shine. I like loyalty, I like people who work hard for the cause, who go out there and do what they do while still being loyal to me and SCW, so I'm going to give two ladies a chance to get themselves in to this match. Next week on Climax Control, we're gonna have a match and the winner will find themselves in this match at Summer XXXTreme IV. Next week, Jessie Salco, one of the most loyal, hard working, never bitching bombshells SCW has seen, will go against our current longest serving bombshell, Veronica Taylor and the winner will get to be in that match too.

Adams: Oh my God! What a match this is shaping up to be!

Simone: But he hasn't mentioned someone that is crying out for a shot.

Adams: The crowd know it too.

A small Keira Fisher chant starts to grow louder, Hot Stuff shakes his head.

HS: Yes, I've heard her talk tonight and what makes you think I should give her a shot? Based on a conversation with a now FORMER champion? Or the fact you come out here and beg for a title shot? That ain't how it works.

Hot Stuff rubs his chin.

Adams: I don't like the look on his face.

Simone: He looks like Cyrus' snake from earlier.

HS: A long time ago, your wife tried the same thing, work her way in to a match that didn't belong to her and I ended up making her miserable by fucking with her plans and Keira, here's the thing, you don't just get to walk in to a match that is none of your damn business. You wanted me to make a decision and here it is, you are not stepping past someone I feel deserves to be in that match Keira.

The fans boo at the smirking Hot Stuff.

HS: You can go on about your record being good here and all that but I think there's someone else out there with a record just as good as yours, so if you want it that bad, gotta ask yourself the question, how bad do you want it?

Hot Stuff tilts his head towards the camera.

HS: How far would you go just to get that shot? Shots are not just given out you have to earn it, and like I said, there's someone out there with a record just as good as yours, so next week, you're gonna find yourself in a qualifying match too... Your opponent next week will be someone I see ahead in the rankings, someone who has done far more than you and a former SCW Bombshell champion, your opponent next week, who you must beat to be in that match at Summer XXXTreme IV....

The camera moves closer to Hot Stuff's face.

HS: Will be Roxi Johnson!

Simone: Son of a bitch!

Adams: Just wow!

A huge smile crosses his face.

HS: So who is better? Who carried Team Hero through that tag run? Who is gonna win this one.

Hot Stuff points to the screen as a graphic appears.

HS: Well ladies, you now have enough time to get ready for this one. Have at it.

"Midnight/Tornado" starts to play and Hot Stuff walks towards the ropes, leaving the ring as the camera moves towards Jason and Belinda, both with shocked looks on their faces.

Simone: I can't believe he's doing this to one of the most respected teams on the planet.

Adams: I can't believe we know what's happening with the Bombshell World Title match at Summer XXXTreme IV so far in advance.

Simone: That doesn't mean Hot Stuff can mess with so many of the bombshell roster.

Adams: I don't even know who's gonna win that war next week, but being told in my ear if you think Roxi will win, tweet #TeamRoxi and if you think Keira will win, tweet #TeamKeira.

Simone: Goes to show when you go against Hot Stuff, he will try and make your life hell.

Adams: Imagine the awkward look right now between Roxi and Keira.




Drew Patton steps through the ring ropes, prompting the fans inside of the Gold Coast Grand Ballroom to applaud what was to come. Drew takes his place in the far corner as Justin Decent prepares to make the introductions...

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control 150! It is scheduled for one fall to a finish, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd pops!

The lights dim and soft white lights fade back in. The drums from 'Burning Down the House' by the Used begin to play. A bit of smoke trickles over the stage area and the crowd rises to their feet, beginning to cheer. As the guitars kick in heavy, bursts of pyrotechnics go off around the stage that elicits a loud reaction from the crowd.

Crowd: POP! POP! POP! POP! CRACK! CRACK! cheerOOOOOOOOOOM!

As the smoke clears, out walks Drake Green with a giant smile on his face. The Roulette Championship is flung on his left shoulder and the World Heavyweight Championship belt fastened around his waist. His hair dripping wet and his t-shirt half soaked through. The crowd continues to cheer as Drake's smile only gets wider.

Crowd: Massive cheers.

Green, still with a large smile, stands tall in long blue tights with his "DG" logo on each leg, a Male Symbol in his waistband, and blue matching kickpads with male symbols on the front. He is wearing white wristbands and his wet black, skin tight, t-shirt has his "Miss Me?" written on the front and "The Show Must Go On" written on the back. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. He taps his left fist over his heart twice and points back up to the sky in salute. Just as the chorus the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping the hands fans on either side of the railings but losing his smile a bit as a focused look comes over his face.

Justin: Introducing first the challenger! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, from Chicago, Illinois ....DRAAAAAKE GREEEEEEEN!

Drake acknowledges 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, taking in the cheers. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, handing his t-shirt to the referee.

Simone: Drake Green has the chance to make history tonight by becoming a four-time SCW World Champion!

Adams: I thought for sure that "Hot Stuff" was going to find a way to nix this match!

Simone: As did I, but Drake's legal team pointed out he had a return match clause from the last time he dropped the title and he could not be refused.

Adams: Ah the one thing that instills fear in any man's heart, even Mark Ward's -- attorneys!

Justin: And his opponent...!

The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage with Austin Parker.

Justin: Being Accompanied to the ring by Austin Parker. From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, he is J2H!

Austin is wearing faded blue jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and hat, as he walks slightly in front of the shirtless J2H, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "J2H" written on the back of the shorts. The SCW World Heavyweight championship sits around his waist. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with, a confident look on his face. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, stepping up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and in to the ring. He moves towards the center of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H look to the sky before looking down and round the fan, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to his opponent, looking him up and down before the match starts.

Adams: J2H sure looks confident, doesn't he?

Simone: Why shouldn't he? He's just coming off perhaps his toughest defense to date against Despayre, so he was right up there. Ready to defend once again.

Adams: yeah but this time he's against a three-time SCW Champion!

Simone: No doubt about it. Drake Green will the champion's most heralded title defense to date.

As Austin steps out of the ring, J2H hands the title belt over to Drew who shows it to Drake, who slaps a palm on it for "luck'. Drew then holds the belt up high as the fans cheer, and J2H points at it, then at himself, shouting to Drake...

J2H: There's a reason why it's MINE!

Drake rolls his eyes.

Drake: Because you haven't defended against ME yet!

Adams: Oo! BURN!

Drew passes the SCW belt out to Justin and calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And from the sound of the bell, champion and challenger come from out of their corners and begin to circle the ring, eyeing one another like birds of prey! They lunge at the center of the ring, locking up, collar and elbow! Drake, using his size and leverage to his advantage, slowly backs the champion up against the ropes. J2H yells at Drew to "get him off" and Drake starts to break clean -- when J2H quickly reverses their position, and turns Green's back against the ropes.

Simone: Will we get a clean break from the champion?

Before Drew can even begin to issue a count, J2H breaks clean and shoves Drake, holding his arms out and daring him to do something.

Adams: Yeah, what were we saying earlier about the champ being confident?

Drake steps away from the ropes and they circle once again, locking up. They struggle briefly before Drake puts a foot behind the champ's ankle, tripping him to the mat and locking him immediately in a overhead wrist lock on the mat. J2H struggles, wincing in pain. J2H reaches up for a handful of hair but Drew stops that fast.

Simone: so far in his reign, J2H has been dominant in his technical skill, but he may have met his match here against Drake.

J2H then grabs Drake around the neck with his free arm and pulls him into range to grab him into a head scissors on the mat.

Adams: But he knows how to get out of holds when he has to.

Drake struggles himself on the mat, kicking his legs to attempt to break out of the scissors, but is unable and his shoulders remain on the mat and Drew counts...

1.....
Drake arches his back, taking his shoulders off of the mat.

J2H swings a fist down into Green's exposed midsection, breaking the back arch. Drake continues to struggle in the scissors hold, rolling back and forth until he ends up on his hands and knees. He then somersaults over, breaking the hold and ensnaring J2H into a side headlock on the mat.

Simone: We are witnessing a true clinic here in our world title main event.

Adams: And I am loving it!

Holding him tight with one arm, Drake reaches and grabs J2H's leg with his free arm, hooking it for a cover. 1.....
But J2H counters, rolling Drake over into his own pin fall attempt.

1.....
Drake rolls out, retaining the headlock.

J2H slowly forces his way back to a vertical base, and Drake releases the side headlock to grab the champion's arm, twisting it violently into an overhead wrist lock. J2H starts yelling...

J2H: Are you BLIND ref!? He's got my hair!

But the moment Drew moves around to check the accusation, the champion grabs Drake with a handful of hair and yanks him down to the mat! Thinking quickly, Drake ducks into the mat hold and counters, pinning J2H face first with a hammerlock.

Adams: Boy so far everything J2H has tried, Drake has had a counter for!

Simone: We already witnessed the World Bombshell title change hands. This could very well prove to be another title change if J2H doesn't think fast.

J2H pounds the mat, yelling in pain as Drake forces his arm further up his back in the hammerlock! J2H gets to his knees and reaches up behind him, grabbing Drake behind the head. J2H uses his leverage and snapmares Drake over his shoulder, but Drake holds onto the hammerlock and rolls through, pulling the champion right back into the hold! J2H accuses Drake of pulling the tights, which the challenger of course denies. J2H again manages to get to his feet and he reaches out and grabs the ropes, prompting the break!

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

And Drake drags J2H back off of the ropes and twists his arm again, but this time J2H reverses it and twists his arm and buries a knee hard into the challenger's midsection. J2H forces him against the ropes and begins throwing stiff shots into Drake's head, starting a count against him...!

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

J2H stops just fast enough to keep from getting disqualified and goes for an Irish whip but Drake reverses it and on the rebound, he sends J2H almost into the ceiling with a high back body drop! J2H crashes hard and IMMEDIATELY rolls out of the ring for a breather!

Simone: Something tells me that J2H was not taking this threat seriously!

Adams: That or maybe he's still a little banged up from his match with Despy?

Drake tries to go out after him but Drew stops him and backs him up across the ring, before the official turns and starts counting against the champion...

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

J2H beckons Drake to back up so that he can climb back inside!

7...
8...

J2H gets up onto the apron to re-enter, and Drake rushes him but J2H suddenly grabs Green's left arm and drops to the ringside floor, hyper-extending the limb!

Adams: Oh! Oh god! That was the shoulder Drake injured!

Simone: And might still not be one hundred percent!

Drake staggers back from the ropes, clutching his hurt arm! J2H quickly uses the top rope as a springboard and launches himself into a missile dropkick on Green, catching him in the shoulder! Drake falls to the mat and J2H covers him, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Drake kicks out!

J2H is right up on his feet and he begins stomping down onto Drake's left shoulder and arm!

Simone: And like a shark sniffing blood, J2H has zeroed in on his target!

J2H drags Drake over towards the ropes and wraps his left arm around the ropes and he starts to pull! Drew counts!

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

J2H breaks, preventing himself from losing by DQ! He instead twists Drake's arm and drops to the mat, taking Green along with him for a single arm DDT!

Adams: Ow! He could have separated Drake's shoulder with a move like that!

Simone: That may very well have been the idea!

J2H rolls outside of the ring, dragging Drake along with him by the injured left arm of the challenger. The champion takes Green by the arm and slams his shoulder hard down into the ring apron!

Simone: Oh come on!

Drake grabbed his arm and thrashed in agony, and J2H grabbed the hurt limb and slammed it down into the apron a second time!

Adams: I know the champ wants to retain but this is going too far!

J2H then rolls back inside and brushes off the referee admonishing him for his actions. J2H instead sends Drake into the ropes and as he rebounds off the far side of the ring, James catches him with a jumping arm breaker, taking him down to the mat and trapping him in a cross-arm breaker!

Adams: He's going for the submission!

Simone: And given the damage he's done to that arm, I wouldn't be a damn bit surprised if he gets it!

Drew is right there on the mat, asking Drake if he wants to submit but the challenger refuses to tap out! His face bears the sheer intensity of the pain he is in, however, and he fights to get close enough to the ropes! Unfortunately, the champion has caught him in the center of the ring, and he can't reach! Drake then struggles for different options and he finally rolls over to his hands and knees...

Adams: Bad move!

And this just allows for J2H to turn the cross-arm breaker into a sitting Fujiwara arm bar!

Adams: What were we saying earlier about Drake schooling J2H as far as technical wrestling!?

And yet STILL Drake is valiant enough to refuse to submit the match and title away! Thanks enough for his new positioning, Drake extends his leg just far enough to reach the bottom rope! Drew calls for the break but J2H clamps the hold on even tighter, refusing to break! Drew counts...!

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

And J2H finally lets go!

Simone: I'm almost surprised the champion broke! He could have retained with a disqualification.

J2H sneers at Drew and drags Drake roughly to his feet. He fires him off into the near corner and charges in -- only Drake leapfrogs back over him! J2H swiftly turns around -- and Drake clotheslines him!

Adams: With his bad arm!

Drake clutches at his arm, realizing his error but having reacted by pure instinct! J2H staggers to his feet and swings wildly but Drake ducks this time and dumps J2H back with a German suplex!

Simone: Right on the back of the champion's head!

Drake crawls over to make the cover!

1.....
2.....
J2H kicks out!

Both men start to rise, getting to their knees and J2H slugs Drake in the chest with a forearm smash, only to have Drake return the favor and strike out at him, returning the favor! The two trade blows while on their knees (no jokes now you pervs!) until Drake lands a hard shot, knocking the champion to his back! Drake goes for an Irish whip into the near corner but the champion reverses it! Drake jumps to the middle turnbuckle and leaps off, dropkicking J2H! Drake pounces on him with a cover!

1.....
2.....
J2H kicks out again!

Simone: Good god! Another near fall!

Still favoring his left arm, Drake pulls J2H to his feet and scoops him up for a slam, but J2H counters into a victory roll!

1.....
2.....
Drake Green kicks out!

Adams: So many near falls all of a sudden!

Drake is sent into the corner now and J2H jumps on him for a monkey flip, but Green puts on the brakes and j2H falls back and strikes the mat hard! J2H is stunned as he starts to return to his feet, and Drake runs up and grabs him in position for the Show's Over! -- Only J2H blocks it and sweeps Drake's legs out from under him! The champion falls back into a catapult, sending Drake right into...!

Simone: Oh come ON!

Adams: Into the ref!? I thought SCW was better than that! Who's writing this anyway!?

J2H looks stunned at what just happened! He turns back around to face Drake and...

Adams: SHOW STOPPER!

J2H goes down and Drake covers him!

Simone: But there's no referee!

Drake looks up and spots Drew just beginning to stir, and he slams a fist into the mat and gets to his feet. He walks over to Drew and gives the official a shake, before he turns to the near corner and begins to scale it.

Simone: He may be going for that flying elbow the former three-time champion favors!

Drake gets to the top when the crowd starts booing... someone is hurrying down to the ring!

Adams: Who...?

Simone: It's Miles Blake!

Miles Blake arrives at ringside and jumps up onto the ring apron! Just as Drake goes to jump, Miles strikes him with the top of his eagle's head cane!

Simone: What the hell!?

Drake crashes hard to the canvas! Miles drops to the floor and slowly backs up the aisle as Drew shakes the cobwebs, and J2H himself is recovering! Drake flops over to his stomach on the canvas and starts to try to rise to his hands and knees and forces his way to a vertical base, when J2H jumps at him from behind and hits Solid Gold! Drake goes down like he was shot and J2H covers him!

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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner, and STILL SCW World Heavyweight Champion -- J2H!

The crowd boos, obviously disappointed, as Austin climbs into the ring and helps J2H to his feet, as Drew passes the title belt back to the champion and raises his arm in victory!

Simone: Damn it! J2H retains by the skin of his teeth -- but who the hell does Miles Blake think he is!?

Adams: And WHY did he get involved and cost Drake the title!?

Miles vanishes back behind the curtain, a smirk on his face, as J2H climbs the second turnbuckle and holds the gold up high to the displeasure of the Las Vegas crowd.

Adams: Well like it or not, J2H is still the champ!

Simone: It's not a matter of whether we like it or not, it's how it was done!

Adams: And given J2H's penchant for wanting to do things for himself, I'd hate to think how he'll react when he finds out about this later!

Simone: But that will be saved for later! For now, we want to thank each and every one of you for joining us here for this historic one hundred and fiftieth edition of Climax Control! See you next week!

Adams: Smell ya later!




THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, The Lord MK, Marge, Sam, Annie, Keira, Miks, Veronica Taylor, Christina Bentley, Casey, Andy, Court, Miles Blake, Joshua Acquin, Mel, Natalie McKinley, Todd, Markus Reeves, Roxi, Wong. Also thank you again to Annie for the great graphics and to Christina Bentley for the great video and to everyone who roleplayed this week!