Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Star of the Desert Arena in Primm, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favourites.

A spotlight then begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

He 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 at all of the fans filling the rows of seats around the arena. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Star of the Desert Arena in Primm, Nevada and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

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

The crowd cheers as Amanda walks out, dressed as a disgruntled looking Missus Clause with her hair dishevelled, and her traditional clothes worn and in less than good shape. The tune begins as does the performance.

Amanda: Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain

The crowd laughs and applauds as Amanda takes a curtsy and hurries backstage. She peeks out on more time and beckons for more cheers and the fans are only too happy to oblige before she vanishes into the back.

Simone: Hello everyone! And welcome to Primm, Nevada for SCW Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I've often wondered why parents think it's a good idea to let an old fat man dressed in red velvet into their homes because he says he has something special for their kids.

Simone: This is, of course, my broadcast colleague, Jason Adams.

Adams: Hi!

Simone: Fans, originally we had seven matches scheduled for you here tonight, but due to an incident on a flight, Twisted Sister was unable to make it to Primm, Nevada so her match against Chelsea Payne has been rescheduled for next week.

Adams: Last minute reprieve from the Governor!

Simone: Tonight, the careers of Team BJ may be dwindling to a close and Jamie Dean, one-half of the former World Tag Team Champions, faces a real dangerous test in what could be his last match as he faces Chris Shipman one on one.

Adams: And anyone who steps into the ring against Shipman could be facing their last match!

Simone: Yes, the man is indeed one taco short of a combination plate.

Adams: Then two Bombshells, both who have the World title in their sights, go at it when Melody Grace takes on Jessie Salco!

Simone: Melody has made it no secret that following her loss of the Internet title, the World title was her next step up. She faces Jessie Salco, another young woman who will have her eyes glued to the monitors during tonight's main event.

Adams: Then we have the match that Christian Underwood ordered! A rematch for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!

Simone: Christian, for some reason, felt the circumstances in Celeste North's successful defence over Veronica Taylor was unfair to the former champion, so he scheduled one more title match between champion and former champion.

Adams: Can't help but wonder if Celeste wins again, will Christian think it unfair -- again?

Simone: Then we have two more main event calibre Bombshells in singles action when Grand Slam Winner, Mercedes Vargas, takes on former Internet Champion, Alexis Edwards!

Adams: you know, Alexis was making some noise about the world title on twitter recently.

Simone: Yes, and making some enemies out of the bosses in doing so. Either way, whichever woman comes out ahead of this one will definitely move up a step in the rankings.

Adams: Then we have a big tag team match that will spell out a lot in the tag rankings! The Monstimals return to SCW action and take on the Unholy Alliance!

Simone: Dmitri and James Tuscini are a team that many believe are the rightful number one challengers as they are undefeated as a combination, and did, in fact, earn a victory over then-champions, Team BJ.

Adams: Yeah but Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson have wanted the tag titles for months! They'll have a thing or two to say about Dmitri and James being the number one challengers!

Simone: Then in the Main Event, the grandest prize for all the Bombshells is at stake!

Adams: Hot Stuff Mark Ward's thong!?

Simone: NO! ... We sold that on Ebay, remember?

Adams: Oh yeah! Paid for a new porch on my house that did!

Simone: I am referring to the World Championship! Crystal gets no reprieve as her title is once again at stake and she faces perhaps her biggest test EVER as Mikah finally cashes in her guaranteed return match clause from her contract!

Adams: Oh wow! crystal has lost every match she's ever had with Mikah! if that trend continues...

Simone: We'll have a brand new World Champion!

Adams: Well what are we waiting for? Let's get started!




Standing backstage, cheers can be heard as Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean can be seen on camera. The members of Team BJ stand conversing as the camera spins around. Jamie stands in his wrestling gear, getting ready for his upcoming match with Chris Shipman, while Ben wears blue jeans and a black T-shirt.

Ben: Telling ya mate, you gotta be careful of that geezer, he's a bit of a nutter. I thought taking on Dave was a bit of a stretch but Shipman?

Jamie looks towards Ben with a casual calm shrug.

Jamie: Just another opponent.

Ben: I don't think so. The guy is nuttier than squirrel crap. I'll happily come watch ya back if ya need it mate.

Jamie: After all these years of me watching yours...

Ben: I meant in case of interference, you watch peoples backs in case they're wearing tight strides.

Jamie and Ben share a smile, but Hot Stuff Mark Ward appears on the scene, looking at the two, who quickly turn their attention to him.

Ben: Boss...

Hot Stuff: Fellas, just the two I was looking for.

Jamie: Oh sweet! Christmas has come early this year! Shall we step into the dressing room and get more comfortable?

Hot Stuff looks at Jamie with a frown, looking him up and down.

Hot Stuff: Keep it in ya pants pal, literary. Look, I wanna talk to you two about your contracts. I know they're both up at the end of the year, I know you're both considering your options and stuff, which I understand. SCW hasn't exactly been great with Christian running this place while I've been gone, but I wanna sit down with the pair of you and talk business.

Both Ben and Jamie share a look and look towards Hot Stuff again.

Hot Stuff: Christian let Roxi and Keira go, just like that. Roxi played things right, her contract was done, she wanted to go play mother, but Christian didn't even sit down with her to talk about a new deal which could have had her do both and Keira, he just cut her loose while she still had time on her deal. We lost a big team there and I ain't willing to do that again.

Ben: I can't really speak for Jamie here, boss, but I admit, I ain't sure what to do. The tag division is pretty decent right now. You got the Elders, Monstimals, Unholy Alliance, Dying Breed, The Surf Boys and of course Jet City. We made it clear we've alright with letting those guys have a go.

Hot Stuff: Look, There's nothing stopping you two from going on and being single stars, while still being the best of friends and teaming at times. Look at the Unholy Alliance. Tuscini was a champ for a long time, Dmitri was headlining shows against J2H. Nothing stopping you two from doing the same.

Jamie: Except singles matches really aren't in my realm of aspirations right now. I've got a charitable organization I'm trying to front outside of the biz with Ben's help here. Being in a tag team on a lighter schedule would have worked perfectly with trying to get it kicked off.

Hot Stuff: Be that as it may Jamie, I would like to sit down anyway and hope you two listen to my offer.

Ben: I'll listen to it, but I can't promise a thing.

Hot Stuff: As long as you listen at least. I'll tell ya what though, being as I'm all fan friendly and shit now, I wanna do something that will make the fans happy.

Jamie: What's that?

Hot Stuff: Well I think the fans wanna see Ben and Jamie in the ring for what could be the last time.

Hot Stuff looks at the camera.

Hot Stuff: What ya think?

Hot Stuff holds his hand to his ear and listens as the fans in the arena cheer.

Hot Stuff: See, they wanna see it, so next week, for what could be your last time if my powers of talking people in to contracts fails me, you guys will have your last match in the same ring.

Ben and Jamie look at each other with a nod.

Hot Stuff: I gotta get running, but I will catch you two a little later.

Hot Stuff walks past the two as the fans cheer, the two friends looking at each other with an approving nod.

Ben: Maybe that kick from Christian opened his eyes a bit.

The cheers turn to boos as Christian Underwood walks on to the scene.

Christian: Someone said my name and here I am.

Jamie turns to look at Ben and rolls his eyes quite noticeably.

Jamie: Oh joy. Strike up the gland!

Ben smirks and Christian chooses to direct his attention to Mister Dean.

Christian: I'd respond to that Jamie but getting into a Battle of Wits with you would be akin to playing Battleship with a tugboat.

Christian then waves an extended forefinger between the pair and rests his other hand on his hip.

Christian: So, let me get this straight; when I wanted to resign you two to contracts, you were pretty much adamant that you were basically gone. But now that Mark wants to discuss it, you seem to be willing to listen?

Ben: Well what can we say? It's all in the manner in which it's delivered.

Jamie: I've often said the very same thing.

Christian looks back and forth between the former Tag Champions and shakes his head.

Christian: This hurts my feelings, boys. I've been good to you.

Jamie: Nooo. Lately, you've been good to you.

Ben frowns.

Ben: Yeah, what's been with you, mate? You've changed.

Christian: No, actually I haven't. That's the sad thing, you see. I've just become disillusioned with trying to please everyone. People just want to be miserable and complain and make me miserable, so why should I bother to be anything but the raging bitch that I really am?

Jamie: So, what? You're here to piss on Mark's parade and take back what he just gave us?

Christian shakes his head.

Christian: No. Not at all. Mark already announced you two would be in a tag team match next week. far be it for me to go behind his back and cancel that.

Ben and Jamie nod, satisfied. Christian, however, smiles.

Christian: But ... he never did say who your tag team partners would be.

That stops Ben and Jamie short who turn to him with matching frowns of confusion on their faces.

Jamie: What are you talking about? We've teaming with each other.

Christian shakes his head.

Christian: That's not what Mark said. He said you'd be in the ring together, the same ring, one last time. He didn't utter one word that you'd be teaming with one another.

The former champs start to protest when Christian holds up a hand to forestall their objections, and then taps his chin.

Christian: So here's what I think We'll do. I'm going to go out and find the two of you the perfect tag team partners, then we will do exactly what Mark said and have you in the ring next week. But as opponents, not partners.

Jamie: What the hell, man!?

Christian: Oh don't worry! I'm only doing this for your own benefit. You know, help you work past the issues you obviously have with each other.

Ben: Issues? What, issues?

Christian shrugs.

Christian: Well for starters, I know for a fact that after your title loss, the two of you were, in fact, discussing staying on with a limited schedule. Part-time, card filler so to speak. But then lo and behold, we wake up to find a tweet posted from Mister Jordan here about deciding not to resign.

Christian looks to Jamie and reaches out and pats him 'comfortingly' on the arm.

Christian: Imagine waking up to that little surprise. What you must have been thinking, Jamie. I'd liken that to...

Christian glances upwards, as if in thought for the right words, then smiles and looks back down to the pair.

Christian: ... Breaking up with someone via text.

Christian looks at Ben and cocks his head to the side, the sarcasm dripping from his lips.

Christian: Really, Ben. And here all this time I thought you were better than that.

Christian shakes his head and clucks his tongue. He then winks at the pair and turns away.

Christian: Good luck out there.

As Christian walks off, Ben stares after him with a frown and shakes his head.

Ben: What the bloody hell has gotten into that git? Jamie...?

But Ben turns and finds an upset looking Jamie walking off without a word. Ben stares after him with his arms held out.

Ben: Jamie...?




Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... from pacific palisade, Los Angeles, California... Jamie Dean...

The lights dim and the heavy beat of "Satisfaction" by Benny Benazzi begins playing across the sound system and the crowd starts clapping along. As the lights return, they find Jamie Dean on his hands and knees, twerking his backside, facing away from the crowd. Jamie then jumps to his feet and calls out to the crowd with his arms held wide. He is wearing dark shades, a black color and hot pink bow tie, black vest lined in hot pink and matching loose pants. Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes. He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. Jamie turns his back to the crowd, and with his hands behind his head, he begins twerking his butt off. He then steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them. He removes his shades and then begins to sway his upper body, sliding his vest off. He points to all corners of the building, and whichever side draws the most cheers, Jamie then waits for the match to begin.

Justin: And his opponent... from West London, England.... Chris Shipman.

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.

As soon as Chris Shipman's music dies down, Jamie Dean begins to gyrate at Chris Shipman before grabbing his pants and ripping them off and throwing them at Chris Shipman, Shipman drops his bible as Dean quickly moves in and starts to hit Shipman with his fists, sending him into the corner, where he continues to hit Shipman. Dean then pulls Shipman along the ropes, where he grabs his hand and goes to whip into the ropes but Shipman counters and as Dean comes back Shipman hits Dean with a high elbow but Dean quickly gets back to his feet only to be knocked down again with a clothesline.

Simone: Jamie tried to get the early advantage but Shipman although not ready for the early attack, gets the advantage.

As Dean slowly climbs to his feet, Shipman is back on him and picks him up and dumps him down on his back, as Dean rolls away in pain, while Shipman grins manically as he looks around at the fans. Shipman briefly waits for Dean to return to the ring, however, he moves to the ropes, where Dean is back to his feet and grabs him by the head dragging up onto the ring apron, however, Dean grabs Shipman around the head and drops down off the apron, which sends Shipman down.

Adams: Jamie is in way over his head in this match. But is managing to stay in this match with little but important moves.

Dean climbs back into the ring, as Shipman crawls to the ropes and grabs them, as Dean moves in a delivers a series of stiff kicks to the back of Shipman before backing up and hits a dropkick to the back of Shipman. Shipman let's go of the ropes and falls back holding his back. Dean climbs back to his feet and grabs Shipman and pulls him up to his knees before clubbing Shipman's back. Shipman crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Dean approaches Shipman once more and grabs Shipman's nipples and gives them a twist, but Shipman just smiles as Dean gives them a harder tweak but Shipman just keeps smiling until Dean hits him with a forearm smash or two.

Simone: Well those moves aren't little, they are quite big ones.

Adams: Including the nipple twists.

Simone: Umm not sure... but Shipman doesn't seem fazed by them.

Dean then begins to boot Shipman in the gut several times before giving a chop across the chest of Shipman before hitting more boots to Shipman. Dean then grabs Shipman and move him along the ropes, where he hits a forearm smash before turning and running towards and as he bounces off and goes for a flying crossbody, but Shipman catches him and then take a few steps forward before hoisting him up onto his shoulder and then hits a Samoan drop.

Adams: Well Jamie wasn't put off by Shipman sick grin from the nipple twists and goes right back to taking Shipman down.

Simone: Although trying for a flying crossbody against Shipman, isn't going to work. What a big Samoan drop.

Dean lays on the mat stunned as he tries to suck in some air, as Shipman climbs back to his feet and grabs Dean and pulls him to his feet, where Dean hits a couple of shots to Shipman's stomach before backing up and hits the ropes but as he comes back Shipman grabs him and lifts him up, where he hits an inverted atomic drop as he Dean holds his crotch, Shipman pushes Dean over before mocking Dean by gyrating his hips.

Simone: Shipman is getting back into the match, and although Jamie tries to mount a comeback, it has little success and well... nobody wants to see Shipman gyrate.

Adams: And badly at that.

With a show of power and strength, Shipman grabs Dean by the tights and lifts him up and hits a Suplex, Dean sits up in pain as he holds his back, but Shipman moves and forces him down and goes for a pin...

Adams: Look at the power and strength of Shipman.

1...

2...

Kickout...

Simone: Somehow Jamie kicks out.

Shipman sits and stares at the ref for a moment before shaking his head, as he climbs to his feet, while Jamie grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, as he grimaces from the pain. Approaching Dean, he grabs him and goes to whip him, but Dean counters with a kick to the knee and then grabbing Shipman's arm and hitting a DDT. Dean then moves in and grabs Shipman around the head and locks in an anaconda vice.

Adams: Interesting counter.

Simone: More like desperation perhaps.

Adams: It's taken down Shipman and Jamie has now locked in an anaconda vice, which should slow Shipman down.

Cranking back on the move, Shipman quickly begins to fight out of the move before shifting his weight and stretches his leg out and manages to get to the bottom rope, which the ref forces Dean to let go of the hold. Dean let's go of the hold and moves away, as does Shipman who holds his throat and takes in some air.

Simone: Only a little bit, as he reaches the ropes successfully.

Dean climbs to his feet, where he again approaches Shipman and pulls him to his feet, but Shipman surprises Dean with a headbutt to the bridge of his nose and with Dean stunned, Shipman grabs Dean and hits a German Suplex. Shipman doesn't let go and swings his hip and gets back up and hits another German Suplex.

Adams: Shipman back on Dean, as he surprises Dean with a headbutt before taking Dean to Suplex...

Simone: Don't say it?

Adams: Why?

Simone: Just don't, unless you want a lawsuit.

Adams: Well then... Shipman just hits Dean with two German Suplex not taking him to any city.

Shipman then goes for a pin...

1...

2...

Kickout...

Simone: Shipman goes for a cover, but Dean kicks out at two.

Shipman slaps the mat, as he climbs on top of Dean and begins to deliver some left and rights, as Dean covers up the best he can, as Jasmine yells at Shipman to get off him, but he ignores her, as she begins to count...

Adams: Looks like Dean is beginning to frustrate Shipman and not staying down.

1...

2...

Shipman climbs off Dean begrudgingly, as he glares a Jasmine before turning his attention back to Dean, where he pulls him up to his feet, where he whips him into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a corner clothesline. Before Dean can collapse to the mat, Shipman grabs Dean's hand and again whips him into the corner and as Dean stumbles out, Shipman grabs Dean and sets him up for the crucifix powerbomb.

Simone: This doesn't look good for Jamie.

Adams: IF Shipman hits that Crucifix powerbomb, it's over.

As Shipman raises Dean above his head, Dean begins to wiggle and fight, as Shipman's grip lessons Dean drops down to feet and then down to his knees before rolling himself out of the ring. Shipman turns and glares at Dean before kicking the ropes.

Adams: Somehow Jamie manages to wiggle free and escape.

Shipman then climbs through the ropes, as Dean spots this he gets to feet where he stumbles away as quickly as possible, however, Shipman catches up and clubs Dean across the back, which Dean drops to his knees. Shipman then grabs Dean and places him between his legs, which he then lifts him up for a powerbomb, however, before Shipman can hit it... Dean begins to hit Shipman with punches and elbows to the head.

Simone: This isn't going to end well if Shipman hits a powerbomb.

Adams: Come on, fight Jamie.

Shipman stumbles a little, as Dean continue to punch and elbow Shipman's head as Shipman begins to stumble, this gives Dean an opening and he shifts his weight and hits a hurricanrana.

Adams: Now capitalize on this Jamie.

Dean slowly moves to his feet, where he grabs Shipman and pulls him up and throws him into the ring, Dean doesn't follow but instead climbs up onto the ring apron, where he leaps up and then hits a springboard body splash.

Simone: Jamie needs hit more high impact moves to beat Shipman.

Instead of pinning Shipman, Dean drags Shipman to the center of the ring before flipping Shipman onto his stomach and sets him up for the BCC (Bad Case of the Crabs) (Seated elevated crab). Dean then cranks back on the move, as Shipman tries to fight and wiggle out of the move, but cannot and finally taps out.

Adams: Shipman submits and Jamie picks up a huge win.

Justin: Winner of this match via submission... Jamie Dean.

Jasmine raises Jamie's hand in victory as the crowd cheers -- but the celebration is short lived as Shipman is already back on his feet and he clobbers Jamie from behind, knocking him senseless!

Simone: oh come on! The match is over!

Adams: Not as far as Chris Shipman is concerned, it isn't!

The bell continues to ring as Shipman drags Jamie up and off of his feet, planting him into the mat with a choke slam! The crowd is all over Shipman, booing him and venting their hate and scorn but he just smiles at them in return! Shipman then drags Jamie over to the ropes and begins choking him across the middle rope while reaching over the top and gouging his eyes! Jasmine tries to physically intervene and grabs Shipman by the arm to pry him off but an enraged Shipman lets Jamie go and spins around and swings -- and Jasmine's reflexes are the only thing that keeps her from taking a brutal hit!

Adams: He just tried to hit her!

Simone: That sorry ass son of a...!

Jasmine lands outside of the ring, and Shipman goes back to work on Jamie, delivering the boots to his prone victim! Shipman then sits right on the small of his back and wraps an arm around his throat from behind and pulls him backwards, choking him!

Adams: Someone needs to stop this!

Ask and you shall receive as the fans erupt into cheers as the camera catches sight of two figures racing down the aisle! Despayre is down to ringside first with Ben Jordan right on his heels!

Simone: Oh thank god!

Just as Ben reaches the ringside area, Despayre is already on the top of the nearest corner! Shipman releases Jamie and stands up, turning around and right into a top rope missile dropkick! Shipman tumbles back head over heels and Ben uses the opportunity to drag Jamie from the ring and to relative safety!

Adams: Go Despy!

Despayre grabs Shipman by the arm and goes to send him into the ropes but Shipman reverses it! Despayre comes flying off and jumps at Shipman but the larger and stronger Chris Shipman catches him in midair and stuns the capacity crowd by dropping Despayre cold with a sitout powerbomb!

Simone: Jesus! The ring shook with that drop!

The crowd is stunned into silence as Shipman stands over Despayre who is curled into a ball, holding the back of his head! Fuming at hat just happened, Ben himself climbs into the ring, ready to fend Shipman off himself but Shipman smiles that sick smile at 'the Cockney King' as he slowly backs up towards the ropes. The crowd boos as Shipman steps through the ropes and drops to the floor, while Ben slowly kneels down to check on Despayre while Jamie struggles to climb back inside of the ring.

Adams: Jamie may have won the match but it's Shipman who is standing tall!

Simone: And this personal business between him and Despayre is far from over!

Shipman backs up the aisle, his eyes never leaving the ring and the smile never leaving his face as Jamie and Ben help Despayre to his feet.




The cameras open up backstage to find Melody Grace standing beside her work "mom" Pussy Willows. The Melephants in attendance let out an almighty cheer for their herd leader while Melody just cracks a small smile. Pussy is too busy looking at the brand new diamond bracelet that is weighing down Melody's left arm, she takes her manicured nails and runs it across the line of diamonds before realising that she is on the air. Pussy quickly brings the microphone up to her lips and starts the interview.

Pussy Willow: Forgive me; I was temporary blinded but the sweetest pre-Christmas gift ever.

Melody shyly smiles before she looks down at her wrist proud of her glorious collection of diamonds.

Pussy Willow: Diamond's truly are a girl's best friend and I could talk about them all night however...Melody let's get down to business. Tonight you find yourself going up against Jessie Salco... once again although this time it's not for the Bombshell Internet Championship... it's for the opportunity to show the bosses that you have what it takes to potentially step up towards the Bombshell Championship... what are your thoughts?

Melody looks towards Pussy who has placed the microphone up near her lips for Melody to respond however the young blonde takes her time as she puts on her thinking face. Miss Grace opens her mouth to reply but she stops herself for a second before finally replying to her work mom.

Melody: My thoughts? My thoughts are pretty simple... once again I get to face Jessie Salco and I find it critical that she is always at the beginning of each and every story I have had in Sin City Wrestling... last time she was the gateway to me becoming the longest reigning Bombshell Internet Champion... this time round she will be the opening for me to finally prove to Marky 'Hot Pants' Wardo' and Christian 'Pink Flamingo' Glitter-Underwears that I do in fact have what it takes to be hanging in the "big leagues"

The fans let off an almighty cheer for Melody as she smiles. The nick names she had given her bosses were purely innocent and meant in good nature.

Pussy Willow: So you believe that it's your time and that you deserve a shot at Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship?

The microphone moves in front of Melody's face once more as she quickly replies.

Melody: You know what word I HATE? Deserve, like "I deserve" It gets thrown around the locker room more than it should, everyone thinks that they deserve the next shot that they deserve to be the next best thing, everyone claims that they deserve the best in Sin City Wrestling... and yet... how many of them are actually willing to work for it? I'll never say that I deserve anything because unlike a certain few around here I'm willing to work for my shot... After all, I didn't come back from a broken freaking nose... and a potential shoulder muscle separation for no reason... I'm here to do three things and three things only...

Pussy takes the microphone back and Melody just stops leaving her guessing what the three things are.

Pussy Willow: And what are your three things?

Melody looks at Pussy with a soft smile, before she licks her glossed lips and continues.

Melody: I thought you would never ask Mom...

Cue dramatic side smile that Melody in famous for.

Melody: In no particular order thing number one, I'm here to show support to the ones that I love and the ones that truly love me as unpopular as it might be supporting J2H is crucial to me and it's one of the reasons I'm here. Thing number two because... I'm here because I have the best fans in the world, I have the most loyal and the most supportive fan base and without them I wouldn't be here today... and number three... I'm here to do my job week in week out... no ifs no buts, no maybes... I'm here to bust my arse and show the world what I'm made of...

Pussy's face lights up with a smile as the SCW crowd has started a "Melly" chant, she wraps her arm around Melody's shoulder pulling her in for a side hug.

Pussy Willow: So let me just get this straight... you don't think you deserve a championship match?

Melody just nods.

Melody: Nope, I don't... sometimes in life you don't deserve anything and when you put less pressure on a situation the less it consumes you... but that doesn't mean I'm going to back down... that doesn't mean I'm going to slack off... I'm here to prove my worth... and eventually everyone will see it's worth its weight in well...

Melody looks down at her wrist at her shiny bright diamonds before she winks at the cameras, before skipping off leaving Pussy Willow to close the interview with a smile and a nod.




The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Jessie Salco sitting on a crate whilst "It's a Long Way to The Top" by AC/DC plays from her IPhone, she is tapping her fingers along to the riff on the crate as the classic hard rock song plays out.

Simone: Huh, I thought a band like AC/DC was to soft for someone like Jessie.

Adams: Who doesn't like AC/DC?

The song ends and Jessie pockets her IPhone before turning to the camera.

Jessie: If you didn't recognize the band I was just playing, well for starters you should stop letting mainstream media form your music tastes but that's beside the point, it was AC/DC and the song was "It's a Long Way to the Top", it's one of their classic songs but that's not the only reason I was playing it just now.

Jessie says before hopping off the crate.

Jessie: So far I've had two shots at the World Bombshell Championship, first one was the Chamber of Fate match back at Summer XXXTreme back in August, second shot was just two weeks ago at High Stakes vi and whilst I fought my way into the Chamber of Fate I took a shortcut to get the shot at Crystal two weeks ago and if that had worked I wouldn't be facing some ditzy blonde in a filler match, no I'd be facing a ditzy blonde who hasn't had a single fuck to give since her first title reign ended but that's beside the point, from this point on I'm going to fight my way to the top and as the song I was just playing says, it's a long way to the top but in the end it'll be worth it and to be blunt, I don't care if it's Mikah or Crystal who walks out of the arena the World Bombshell Champion at the end of the night because I'll be coming for the title either way.

Jessie says before she starts to walk off.

Jessie: Melody, you might have your sights set on the World Bombshell Championship but I've already had one overrated Blonde Bombshell get a title shot before me and she left the company after her shot! I'm here to stop you in your tracks!

Jessie says before walking off.




The cameras cut to the parking access to the backstage area. Driving through the parking lot is a stretched out SU', with the thumping music coming from it already being picked up by the cameras. The SU' stops in front of the camera, and the back door pops open as soon as it comes to a stop. Sitting in the doorway is not a familiar SCW face though. Wearing a suit and tie is Parker Wayde. He steps out, and straightens his jacket, moving away from the door. Making his way out behind Parker, is none other than Coby Quik, dressed similarly to Parker. The third man out, again is not anyone recognized by SCW fans, but it is Phillip Ripley. Those that have been long term fans of the two men of Jet City start to notice a trend at this point. All of these men are close friends, in and two of three cases, families. Finally though, the fans are treated to someone that they know, and actual cheers are picked up from the fans in attendance. Kris Halich steps out, in a suit and tie. He brushes off his jacket, and then extends and finger out to the camera for them to give him a moment. He pops open the button on the front of his jacket, and it falls open to display the his half of the SCW Tag Team Championships around his waist. Finally, the last man out of the vehicle is proudly displaying the other half of said championships over his shoulder. He gets to his feet next to his younger brother, and surveys the group of men.

Jason: So here is the thing guys. They didn't book Jet City. They didn't book me by myself. They didn't book numbnuts here by himself. We are totally free to do whatever we please. We were made to be in attendance, so we are here. I saw we throw a little party.

The camera follows the two brother's eyes as they size up the other three men standing there. Coby seems sold on the idea pretty quickly, whereas Parker and Phillip look like they may need convincing.

Phillip: Do you not think that doing that could cause more harm than good?

Kris steps over to Phillip's side, and attempts to put his hand on his shoulder. Phillip sidesteps, and Kris' hand falls back down to his side without actually making contact with the man. Kris looks at him disappointed.

Kris: Phil, you have got to lighten up man. It is not like we own this place. Any damage, fines, or maimings go back to SCW, not to us. This is not Pride. They wanted us to be here, the least that we can do it cut loose.

Coby seems to be in total agreement with Kris, and opens his mouth in order to 'voice it, but is cut off by Parker placing his hand on his chest as he steps forward, ala the soccer mom front seat passenger save when braking suddenly in a car.

Parker: You do not get a say in this. You here because Parker ain't letting you out of his sight, and there was no way that Parker was going to miss this train wreck. So you along for the ride, but you ain't feeding into their delusional shit.

Coby shoves Parker's hand away from his chest, and straightens himself up.

Coby: You ain't my dad, bitch. I could have stayed home if I was so inclined, but Kris said that there were ladies here worth seeing in person.

Kris points at Coby, and winks.

Kris: The kid has a point. Can't we all just get along, get half of the roster members shit faced, and rag on the people that we beat for the titles for the entire night?

Parker chews on the inside of his mouth, thinking over the offer, and then looks up confused.

Parker: What were their names again? The guys you beat?

Kris goes to answer, but Jason blurts out the name he has been referring to them by with a lot more excitement than actually needed.

Jason: The Elder Bitches. The greatest tag team in SCW history. Yet, they could only hang onto the titles for less than a month, and couldn't defend them against two white boys who, albeit being painfully good looking, had not even been part of the company but for a few weeks.

Kris reaches out and slaps the right cheek of his older brother, and then looks at him sternly, shaking his index finger in his face.

Kris: Save it for the ring!

Jason looks back and forth between Kris and the camera, and then nods over towards it. Kris lowers his arm and then straightens himself up again. As he turns towards the camera he feigns surprise in seeing it there.

Kris: Well would you look at that! It appears we are being documented.

Kris takes a few steps towards the camera, and Coby tries to speak up, confused.

Coby: But it has been the---

Parker again raises a hand to him and shakes his head for him to stop. Kris acts as if he has not heard the interruption.

Kris: That is right though. You heard me. At some point in this night, Jet City will make their return to the center of that ring to bring sweet, sweet pleasure to your ears. They may not be letting us fight tonight, but we would not dare deprive all of you of seeing us come down the aisle.

As Kris finishes Jason comes up next to him, repositioning the title on his shoulder.

Jason: Management may be trying to keep us from all of you, but we are not about to let them deprive you of what you came to see. For now, we are going to go get this party started. But just know, sooner rather than later, regardless of who might be out in that ring, eventually it is going to be Jet City's time.

Jason reaches out and pushes the camera away, and the group of guys makes their way around it, and into the building.




The cameras turn to the backstage area as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is making his way through the sea of people with Ruby Rose by his side. He doesn't seem to be in his usual attire as they march through the hallway with a purpose. Several employees step to the side as the duo doesn't look to thrilled. As they are making their way towards the gorilla position, Pussy Willow decides to step directly in front of them.

Pussy Willow: Travis, what are you doing here?

Travis takes one look at Pussy before walking right past her. Ruby stops for a brief moment and places her hands onto her hips.

Ruby Rose: Who in the motherfucking hell do you think you are Pussy?

Pussy Willow: I'm the backstag.......

Ruby places a hand directly in front of Pussy's face.

Ruby Rose: Wrong, you are the annoying gnat who just needs to ask the dumbest questions on the planet. How dare you ask TRAVIS why he is here? Since when does he need a reason to appear on his show. When did he need to run his schedule past you? Why don't you go find someone who actually cares what you say.

Ruby glares at Pussy before walking around her and rushing to catch up to Travis.

Simone: Travis is here.

Adams: he doesn't look happy.

Simone: When is he ever happy?




Backstage, Celeste North is seen walking through the halls with Delia Darling at her side. They are chit chatting quietly with one another as they make their way past the catering table. Celeste picks up a white frosted cupcake, preparing to take a huge bite out of it when Delia raises an eyebrow, and stares down at her ass, and then blinks to emphasize her point without saying a single word. Celeste looks back at Delia as if they are having a silent conversation for a moment. Celeste sighs and rolls her eyes.

Celeste: Fine... It's not like you didn't just eat a whole pack of Sno Balls on the ride here, though...

Delia: I never did such a s'ing. Don't be so ridiculous, darling. But, if one did do such a s'ing, it would be because z'ey are a national treasure z'ant almost devastated half z'e population by disappearing.

Celeste: Yeah... you still have a piece of coconut stuck on your lip.

Delia chuckles, rolling her eyes until she sees Celeste's unwavering glare. She turns slightly as she begins frantically wiping at her mouth, gaining a hearty laugh from the fans. Celeste takes advantage of the distraction as she takes a huge bite from the cupcake, disposing of what she couldn't stuff in her mouth before Delia turns back around, and they turn the corner to see a kiddie pool filled with mud. What is more concerning is the man standing in front of the mini mud pit.

Giani: You wanna toss my girl into a pit of mud, and then try to get away with it? ..... FUHGEDDABOUDIT!

Celeste: What the hell are you talking about, you overgrown meatball?

From behind, Delia is launched forward, right into the pool as Giani jumps back, all while laughing at the scene unfolding right in front of her. Celeste turns around to see Veronica staring right back at her. However, Giani grabs Celeste's arms, holding them behind her as she struggles to get free. He shoves her down ever so slightly as Veronica saunters over toward them, smiling wickedly as she hunches over Celeste.

Veronica: Listen up, hunty... Delia got what she deserved, but now? You're going to get everything that you deserve.

Veronica reaches her hand back, quickly slapping the taste out of Celeste's mouth. The fans boo as Veronica unleashes one more on Celeste's face, before someone comes crashing into Giani with amazing height, sending him crashing to the floor and breaking his hold on Celeste. Celeste tackles Veronica to the floor, pounding her head against the floor as the fans burst into loud cheers. Meanwhile, Dax unleashes punches on Giani, who quickly powers out of it, sending the lighter foe flying back against the wall. He charges at Dax, but falls victim to a drop toe hold, crashing his face into the wall. Before he can do any more damage, security breaks up the fight, pulling Celeste off of Veronica. Both ladies fight to get around one another, but eventually give up. Dax drags Celeste back, whispering to calm her down. Giani gets up from the floor and wipes the blood from his nose, puffing his chest out angrily.

Dax: Next time you lay a hand on my girl, I'm gonna break it right off your damn body, bruh! Capiche?

Giani: Yeah, yeah, yeah... big tawk from a hairy fuckin' toothpick who attacks people from behind like a punk.

Dax tenses up, ready to charge at Giani, but Celeste holds him back this time. Dax tangles his fingers in his hair as he errs on the side of caution, listening to Celeste as he purses his lips together. Celeste offers one last glare to Veronica, who gets chased off by a muddy, screaming Delia Darling.

Dax: Let's get outta here, babe. I don't trust that you will be safe tonight.

Celeste: And lose my championship Highly fucking doubtful, especially to last season's Biggest Loser winner. No thank you.

Dax: I got a really bad feeling about things, and no title is worth that trouble. Come one, I'll buy us dinner and a movie. We could do whatever you want, but we just need to leave.

Celeste: Listen, daddy... I'm going to be fine. Veronica Taylor has thrown everything she's got at me, and I'm still standing. I'll be fine. Just believe in me, okay?

Dax stands his ground for a minute until Celeste reaches her hand up, cupping the side of his face as she kisses him long and deep. A moment later, he slowly nods his head and sighs as they walk toward the locker rooms.




Simone: Up next we have a match between Melody Grace and Jessie Salco. And what a match up considering how Melody feels about Jessie.

Adams: I get the feeling that it is mutual.

The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright coloured lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this"? sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of let's get ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they are each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, from St. Helena California she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!

The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently

The opening riff to "Power Trip" by Chimaira starts ripping over the PA system and as soon as Mark Hunter's opening scream is heard Jessie emerges from the back with Shane and Jake, the trio headbang at the top of the ramp before they make their way down to the ring.

Justin: Introducing, from Miami Florida and representing The Angel Clan "The Heavy Metal Angel" Jessie Salco!

Jessie hops onto the apron and enters the ring where she goes over to the nearest turnbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, sitting on it and watches Melody Grace.

Adams: I don't know about you Belly but...Hey, Belly rhymes with Melly...

Simone: Let me guess, you are a poet and no one knows it...

Adams: That rhymes too...we are both poets!

The bell rings as Jessie leaps down off the turnbuckle.

Simone: Thank God, saved by the proverbial bell.

Melody moves towards the center of the ring as the fans begin to cheer for both bombshells. Jessie Salco meets her in the middle of the ring where Melody holds out her hand for a handshake but is ignored by Jessie who just looks at the hand then back up at Melody. Shrugging, Melody and Jessie lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that Jessie uses to push Melody back into the corner. Drew Patton moves towards the pair and warns Salco off. Jessie backs away with her hands in the air as Melody nods and moves out of the corner. The two lock up again with Jessie whipping Melody into the ropes before being taken off her feet by a rebounding Melody with a Lou thesz press. Melody begins to punch at Salco who pushes her off and then rolls to the ropes and gets to her feet.

Adams: Melody getting the first real advantage here but it is too early to count out Jessie Salco.

Simone: That's right, Jessie is fresh off a loss to Crystal Hilton for the Bombshell World championship and I am sure that she wants another shot at the title.

Both bombshells begin to circle one another each looking for an opening. Melody charges towards Jessie who ducks under her arm and catches Melody around the waist and then launches her over her head with a belly to back suplex that sends Melody rolling to the ropes in the corner. Jessie moves towards the corner and picks up Melody who tries to fight back but is surprised as Salco lets go only to dropkick Melody back into the corner once more. Melody slumps to the mat with the breath knocked out of her as Jessie lays her out flat then climbs the turnbuckle to deliver a moonsault. Melody sees her coming and rolls out of the way but Salco lands on her feet. Popping to her feet, Melody Grace catches Jessie with a running splash that drives Salco chest first into the turnbuckle.

Simone: That must have hurt Jessie!

Adams: I am sure that it doesn't feel that swell...and speaking of swell...do you think that her chest will be all right after something like that?

Simone: What would her...nevermind.

Jessie slumps on the corner with Melody backed away by Drew Patton who checks on Salco. Melody waits as Jessie pulls herself upright and turns to face Melody who charges in with a superkick that meets only air as Salco drops in the corner. Catching Melody's leg, Jessie rolls to the outside as she pulls Ms Grace off her feet. Reaching for Melody's arm, she drags her towards the ring post and then wildly swings the arm forcing it against the unforgiving steel post. Melody pulls her arm in to her body to cradle it in pain as Jessie rolls into the ring to grab at Melody's feet then pulls them towards the ring post as well. Before she can wrap the leg around the ring post, Melody pulls her feet up in desperation which pulls Jessie into the steel of the ring post forcing her to the floor. Melody rolls away from the ropes as Jessie rolls on the ringside mats in pain and Patton moves towards the ropes to begin his count. Jessie makes it to her feet at four and rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. Melody is shaking her arm trying to get the feeling back into it as Jessie gets to her feet and then rushes towards the ropes and leaps to connect with a springboard clothesline that takes Melody off her feet.

Adams: Both these women are giving it their all tonight Belinda.

Simone: I can honestly say that they are both giving management good reason to consider them as contenders for the Bombshell title.

Jessie rolls up Ms Grace and Drew manages to count to two before Melody kicks out. Jessie gets to a sitting position in disbelief as she looks at the referee who motions for the match to continue. Melody rolls to her stomach as Jessie gets to her hands and knees and then to her feet. Catching Melody as she is standing, Jessie Salco pulls her head towards her side then drops her with a DDT. Floating over, Salco again makes a pin attempt but Melody's foot is draped over the bottom rope and Drew motions to Jessie to release the pin. Thinking she won, Jessie gets to her feet and raises her arms in victory but Patton pulls it back down to explain that Melody's foot was on the ropes. Jessie argues with Drew as Melody makes her way to her feet and then to the corner. Salco sees her leaning into the corner and charges but Melody leaps up to avoid the attack then catches Jessie with a sunset flip into a pin. Drew drops to the mat and counts two before Salco kicks out.

Simone: That was a close one Jason, Melody needs to wear Jessie down a bit more before she will get the three count for the win.

Jessie rolls out of the pin and then hits a quick dropkick on Melody that rocks her head back onto the mat. Rolling quickly to the side, Melody escapes from Jessie to the outside. Salco moves back away from the ropes as Melody moves on the outside trying to catch her breath. Jessie charges across the ring and launches herself through the ropes in a suicide dive that sends both bombshells into the barricade. Salco rolls to her back as Melody is curled in a ball in pain. Inside the ring, Drew begins to count as Jessie gets to her feet and pulls Melody to hers. Rolling Melody into the ring and watching as she flops to the mat, Jessie climbs the turnbuckle and crouches on the top as Melody works her way to her feet. Standing, Salco flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick that grazes the head of Melody as she tries to sidestep it. Both bombshells lay on the mat as Drew checks on both. Melody is the quicker of the two to her feet and then moves towards Salco. Catching Jessie's leg, Melody rolls her over with a single leg crab that forces Jessie to arch in pain. Drew asks Jessie if she wants to quit as Melody arches back. Salco moves slowly towards the ropes and manages to catch the bottom one in one final desperate lunge. Patton taps Melody on the shoulder which makes her release the hold and raise her arms in victory but Patton explains that Jessie had reached the ropes.

Adams: Holy deja vu batman! Haven't we seen this earlier in the match?

Simone: Yes we did but that time it was Jessie Salco that thought she had the win.

Melody looks frustrated as she moves towards Jessie and then catches her by the arm and whips her into the corner turnbuckle. Following her in, Melody climbs the ropes and then begins to drops hard punches onto the head of Salco who tries to cover her head before using her hands to push Melody off her. Jessie watches as Melody rolls away from her and Salco pulls herself onto the second rope and launches herself at Melody with a high crossbody that misses as Melody ducks under it. Melody rushes towards Jessie and catching her legs, rolls her over. Stepping between the legs of Jessie, Melody locks them behind her leg and arches back to catch Salco in a chin lock.

Adams: Melody has the Quackers on Jessie. This is going to win it I am sure.

Jessie reaches for the ropes but cannot escape the hold as her fingers fight towards the ropes. Finally unable to do anything but tap, Salco's hand slams against the canvas which makes Patton signal for the bell. Melody releases the hold and gets to her feet as Salco rolls to the ropes in pain.

Justin: The winner of the match...by submission...Melody GRACE!!!

Adams: Melly won! Tonight there will be some celebrating' at the J2H-Grace mansion I am sure.




In the moments leading up to the time slot provide by SCW for the Elders, there is a table set up and Song and Alana the SCW Bombshell champions, where they are signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. They are both wearing blue jeans and white sneakers with them both wearing t-shirts that read, "Still waiting for Elders SCW shirts.". With their tag team titles around their waists as they are standing just behind their table and occasionally coming around to either side for a picture or two, while also taking some together. The two of them step back for a moment. Where Wrigley is sitting and wagging his tail as Alana pets his head for a moment. Song looks at her phone and then looks at Alana and...

Song: How long before we actually have to get in the ring?

Alana looks at the time on Song's phone.

Alana: We still have an enough time to take a few more pictures and sign a few more autographs. Then you can go get hyped up.

Song smiles and laughs a little bit while looking at Alana still petting the dog.

Song: Girl I'm already hyped up. I'm' ready to go out there now. It's not like we've booked tonight, we can always come back out here and continue the autograph signing.

Alana: Alright well then let's get it.

Alana stops petting Wrigley and turns her attention to the table and yells to the fans that they will be back later. Song leads the way backstage as Alana and Wrigley follow her. Once they are all back stage they assemble at a table just behind the curtain for a few moments and then their music plays and they walk out with Wrigley. The trio walks down to the ring and climbs the stairs into the ring, the crowd's reaction is mixed as Alana is handed a microphone. Alana walks over to Song and hands her the microphone first. The crowd cheers and Alana goes to a turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope taking her belt off and raising it above her head to a chorus of boos. She lowers her belt and looks at Song Standing next to Wrigley in the center of the ring. Song takes off her title and raises it above her head and the crowd cheers. While Alana turns back toward the crowd and again raises her title as the crowd boos. Alana climbs down and Song raises her title again as the crowd cheers once more and then with excitement Song says...

Song: Thank you as I am honored to be your champion. We plan on being great tag team champions.

As Song is talking Alana raises her title in the air while walking behind her causing the crowd to boo.

Song: Wait why are you guys booing me?

Song starts to look around and sees Alana with her title raised in the air and so Song raises her title in the air causing the crowd to once again cheer. They both lower their titles.

Song: I sit here week in and week out and watch you guys cheer for Orchid, even though Orchid does not work here. It has made me realize that what you guys want is the old Song and not the Song that has returned to you all. It's clear you guys want the old me and the real me back.

Alana raises her title in the air and the crowd boos again. Song looks around and sees Alana holding her belt in the air again.

Song: Damn it Alana! I know you are just doing this to piss me off. I'm out here trying to tell the fans that they are getting the old Song back.

Song raises her title as the crowd cheers. Then she lowers her title as Alana keeps hers in the air as the crowd starts to boo again. As Alana lowers her title she signals Song for the microphone. Song hands Alana the microphone as Alana joins Song in the center of the ring.

Alana: I'm not trying to piss you off. I'm trying to give you what you want and that's fan participation right?

Song raises her title in the air and gets cheers as she heads to the turnbuckle climbing up to the second turnbuckle. As she takes both her hands and raises her title above her head giving everybody a good view of her tag team title.

Alana: Rest assure we will not back down from any challenge. We will be fighting champions no matter what. Winning these titles is proof that we are who we say we are. They are proof that we are every bit as good as advertised. We said we would become the champions and now look at us. Oh but ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls this I promise you is only just the beginning.

Song looks at Alana as Alana walks over to turnbuckle that Song is on and moves the microphone toward her.

Song: Is this a good time to ask about Elders shirts?

Alana takes the microphone back, but the crowd starts up a chant of "We want Elder shirts" and the chant repeats throughout the building.

Alana: No you should have waited....

Song looks at Alana and points at the crowd.

Song: You hear them right, how much longer should we have waited?

Alana: I meant that you should have waited until we went back to talk about it and not get them to do all this. But I suppose this works; I mean they only represent a consumer without a product they seem to want.

Song: Exactly Alana and I'm here to point it now so the Mark Ward can do something about it now that he is back. Unless he too does not care for the Elders cus then were...

Alana: That's enough of that. Maybe you should just stick with trying to recruit new tag teams let me worry about the shirts.

Song: Oh I am but you see SCW went public saying that after a few more new wrestlers they will close the recruiting which sucks because if they only get wrestlers for singles competition that would mean no new tag teams would be able to join and this hard work would be for nothing.

Alana: If that happens then I have a message for the other bombshells here don't want to be in the tag team division. All you bombshells out there like it or not you all are not world champ martial at least not yet, you all can keep trying to take Roulette Title but the champ seems to be in her grove so good luck with that.

Song: Yeah and as for Kate Steele and Crystal Millar being on there hot streaks good luck trying to slow those two down.

Alana: Which means if you all want any gold in SCW then you really have one option left and that's to find a partner and go after these.

Song takes the mic away from Alana.

Song: The thing is they don't want to team up with each other, there all to scared to find someone to work with them, there to busy trying to keep there stupid image in tact that they think there to good for the tag team titles.

Alana: Truth is ladies the tag titles is a great way to start moving up in the ranks.

Song: Yeah I mean if any of you all want to be grand slam champions, like it or not you will have to go after these titles at some point.

Alana: Food for tough for those who think there to good for tag teams.

Song: Yeah, or keep trying at singles so that I can see Kate Steele and Crystal Millar keep wiping the floor with you guys.

Alana: However until then I guess we can expect to see The Angel clan wanting there rematch.

Song: And if for some reason they don't want there rematch then were looking at you Justice League. You see unlike Team hero and The Angel Clan we want to fight we want to make the challenges, we want the fans to want to see the tag team champions in the ring, we may not be able to hold the titles for 6 months like the last two tag team champs did but that is fine with us, as we refuse to be champs that want to sit here and not put the titles on the line. We refuse to be the team that holds these titles and just hang out in the back doing nothing.

Alana: Until then we well be doing what we can go give you fans the shirts and team to fight.

Song: Yeah that's really all I have to say for now.

Alana and Song look at each other. Alana raises her title to a roar boos. Song shakes her head and raises her title as the fans boo turn into cheers.

Elder's music starts to play Alana drops the mic in the center of the ring right next to Wrigley. We see the two heading back up the ramp. Alana stops and turns to look at the ring. She sees Wrigley in the center of the ring still. She waves Wrigley over. Wrigley gets up but puts his head down next to the mic.

Wrigley: Woof...Woof...

Crowd: Woof! Woof!

Wrigley stand on his two back legs and walks to the ropes as the cheer for Wrigley. He gets back on his four and steps over the bottom rope to jump off the apron. Wrigley makes his way to Alana and Song as the three go backstage.




The cameras pick up backstage and we are able to see a blonde woman holding two trophies in her hands. One says Most Improved, and the other says Woman of the Year. Following her is none other than the purple haired World Bombshell Champion herself Crystal Millar. Crystal grins as she has the World Bombshell Championship across her shoulders. She chuckles as she speaks.

Crystal: Good evening Nevada. Tonight you all get to see me finally turn away the threat of Mikah Green. A woman who makes me absolutely sick. A woman who is as fake as her ugly manicure, and as ugly as little little Leighton. I feel real bad for Leighton. She's gonna grow up and wonder how her mother was so awful. How she just isn't Crystal Millar. How she isn't me!

Chloe: But, but Ms. Hilton....

Crystal: MILLAR God how many times do I have to tell you Chloe! Oh for those wondering this is Chloe! My Personal Assistant! As you can see she's doing a good stuff holding my stuff, and that's how it should be. Woman of the year, most improved. I am not the same woman that Mikah fought earlier this year. She can ride high on her high horse but what happens when she finds herself tapping out tonight. What happens when she finds out that a Crystal Millar defending her championship is like none other. I know she had nine months with the belt and that is impressive. It should be, but after tonight she will be nothing more than an after thought. There's a reason why I am the champion, and I will remain as the champion.

Chloe: And if for some reason Mrs. Green beats you?!

Crystal: If that happens... If for some reason she can manage to get past me. I might congratulate her. Every dog has it's day especially an ugly Bitch. She can go about her little title win. Act like it means the world and etc. I might just go on vacation and give her a vacation from me.

Chloe: But... But... You can't do that to the SCW fans they don't deserve that!

Crystal: Oh I heard the rumors. People seem to think that if I lose I might just leave never wanting to come back but the truth is if for some reason Mikah gets past me. Good job on her part but by vacation I mean There's still more stories still to be told. There's still ways for me to be the spotlight in this company and what I mean is a vacation from the World title. Five months is a long time. I beat Delia for number two on the all time list, but maybe I want to be a Grandslam Champion. Maybe just maybe seeing as we have barely any Bombshell tag teams in this company. I might find me a partner and grab those titles to become a triple crowner.

Chloe: But nobody in the locker room likes you.

Crystal: Which is why I have you Chloe!

Chloe: But I don't even know how to wrestle.

Crystal: Exactly! I could carry you to a title run or maybe I might want to shut Kate up and take her title... Or maybe I am just showing you all my great acting ability. The reality is this title isn't going anywhere! Five months may seem like a while but I want to end Mikah. I want to be known as the greatest. Moist improved and woman of the year are only the start. But I want to be wrestle of the year and I won't stop until I get it. So go on keep on doubting me, but I will turn all of you into believers by getting past Mrs. Green. Hope you are read because it's showtime Bitch and I am the only one worthy to be the Queen here.




The camera opens up backstage where Alexis Edwards and Tim Staggs are seen standing in one of the halls. All seems to be good between the two and just as Tim goes to kiss Alexis, the camera pans back to see Pussy Willow appearing in front of them. They both turn their attention to her as she has a grin on her face.

PW: I'd tell you two to get a room, but you've never been ones to heed that advice anyway. Hello Alexis. Tim.

Tim just nods at Pussy Willow as he steps next to Alexis and folds his arms. Alexis focuses on Pussy Willow.

Alexis: Pussy. Is there something I can help you with?

Pussy Willow smiles and nods.

PW: In a rush to get back to your honeymoon, are we?

Pussy Willow chuckles and Alexis just rolls her eyes and takes a step forward.

Alexis: Look, not that it's anybody's business, but we didn't get married. We decided to wait a little while so I can focus on things here in SCW.

Pussy Willow frowns.

PW: Oh. Well I'm sorry to hear that. But why would anything going on here in SCW affect the two of you getting married at all? It's never stopped anyone else before.

Tim: We don't really need to explain. We've still planning on getting married, just not right now. Now maybe you could not ask her questions about our personal lives?

Alexis places a hand on Tim's shoulder as if quietly saying it was alright and she turns back to Pussy Willow.

PW: Okay. Well, perhaps you'd like to talk about your match against Mercedes tonight? Is that a question more to your standards?

She glances at Tim first and he nods and she looks back to Alexis who just laughs.

Alexis: Why should I waste my breath on Mercedes Vargas anymore than I already did? I said plenty in my promo the other day, and where is Mercedes? Awfully quiet don't you think?

PW: So does that mean you're not concerned about this match?

Alexis laughs again and shakes her head.

Alexis: Of course I'm not. Maybe before I was, because she actually holds two wins over me already, but as I said before, things are different this time. And I think Mercedes knows that. I think Mercedes senses that I'm a different Alexis walking into this match, because otherwise, she would have at least said a few words by now, wouldn't she? If it's one thing I hate, it's when opponents are completely silent heading into matches, but you know what that tells me, Pussy?

Pussy shakes her head and lets Alexis continue to speak.

Alexis: It tells me that they're scared. That they know they're not going to win. And tonight? Mercedes Vargas isn't going to win. I am. And I'll use it as the message that I planned to send a couple of weeks ago when I faced Mikah and Sam Marlowe. That I have my sights set on the World Bombshell Championship. Tonight is the first step to getting my shot. I don't care if Mark Ward got pissed at what I said to Mikah on Twitter last week. I'll get my shot sooner or later.

PW: Even if it's against Mikah if she defeats Crystal tonight?

Alexis nods again and the look in her eyes turns very determined.

Alexis: Especially if Mikah wins tonight. It doesn't matter who wins that match tonight. As I said, I'll be watching either way.

PW: And you really think Mark Ward is going to just change his mind and actually give you a shot after you angered him like that? Mark doesn't work like that.

Alexis nods and smiles.

Alexis: Oh, I know that. But, you see...I plan to have someone that'll help me get the shot once I earn it. Someone even Mark won't be able to say no to. And if you'll excuse me, I need to go find that person and talk to them right now.

PW: What? Who are you--

Alexis: You'll just have to wait and find out.

Alexis turns her attention to Tim with a confident smile on her face.

Alexis: I'll be back in a little bit, babe.

Tim: No rush. Go do your thing, babe.

Alexis gives Tim a quick kiss before she turns and rushes off down the hall. Pussy Willow stands back, slightly confused. She looks at Tim, quietly asking him what that is all about, but Tim shakes his head and walks away, refusing to say anything.




The fans cheer as Miss Rocky Mountains is seen backstage, standing next to the infamous roulette wheel. She smiles at the ovation as the camera pans out to see Celeste North and Veronica Taylor standing there, looking as if they are fighting with everything that they have in them not to break out into a fight right then and there. As it pans out further, we see Delia Darling standing next to Celeste, holding the title up proudly on display. Celeste glares back at it with a wicked smirk on her face before looking back over to the wheel. Rocky begins to lift the microphone to her lips when Veronica clears her throat, asking if she may have a moment to speak. Instead of waiting for an answer, she rips the microphone from Rocky's hand with a wet wipe in hand.

Veronica: Excuse me, excuse me... thanks. Everyone knows that I am all about fairness...

The crowd boos, and Veronica rolls her eyes, pausing for a second to let them get it all out before she continues.

Veronica: Ugh, whatever, basics. After High Stakes vi, I really think it's unfair that Delia Darling gets to be at ringside, where she can trip me up in the ropes, or break a hold, or, I don't know... blow powder in my eyes?

The crowd cheers loudly as Delia gives off a sly, devious smirk. Celeste doesn't look too pleased, but she shrugs her shoulders as if to dismiss Delia.

Veronica: But, I'm not going to take away the only thing this girl has going for her. See, if Miles touches Celeste in any way, he could be banned from ringside, which is like completely unfair. Christian promised me a fair rematch, so I've found someone who is going to even the playing field a little bit...

Veronica motions over to the side, as Delia and Celeste look completely shocked. The camera pans out a little more to see Mercedes Vargas walking into the frame. She gives a wave to the camera, with a complete lack of enthusiasm.

Mercedes: I honestly don't care either way, but who can argue with a little bit of extra screen time, right?

Mercedes shrugs her shoulders as she stands next to Veronica. Veronica spritzes the microphone with a bit of Veronica's Secret before handing the microphone back over to Rocky.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Um, quite a revelation. I'm here with... never mind. Just spin the wheel.

Celeste reaches for the wheel, but so does Veronica. Celeste gives it a light spin, but Veronica insists that she get to spin, stopping it in it's tracks before giving it a spin for herself. Celeste balls up her fists as the wheel spins, but Delia grabs it, shaking her head and whispering.

Veronica: Come on mirror match...

It continues to spin slowly, with mirror match coming up on the wheel. Veronica jumps up and down excitedly, until it goes gently past, and lands on...

Celeste: Heh, No Disqualifications... I can work with that.

Veronica goes to object to this, but Delia places her hand up in front of her face before gently shooing her away, much to the delight of the crowd. Veronica storms off with Mercedes sighing.

Mercedes: I'm starting to wonder if this was the smart move...




Simone: Big news for the Bombshell Roulette Championship match! Not only will it be a No Disqualifications match, but Veronica has brought in back up of her own!

Adams: Not to mention, it's Mercedes F'n Vargas! Even if she seems a little blas? about it, this is going to be an interesting match.

Justin Decent: The following contest is a No Disqualifications Match, scheduled for one fall, and is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship!

Turn my Swag on by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. Mercedes stands there with her arms folded across her chest as she looks bored out of her mind. After, a few moments Veronica begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly while blocking Mercedes from said pictures. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena, giving one last spritz at Mercedes herself, who balls up her fists and clinches her jaw, warning Veronica.

Justin Decent: Introducing first, the challengers, being accompanied to the ring by MERRRCEDES Vargas... she hails from West Palm Beach, Florida, standing at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is "First Class"... VERRRRRRRRRRRRRRONICAAAAAA TAAAAYYYYYLOOOOOOR!!!

The crowd boos once more. Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron with Mercedes in tow, yelling at Referee Holly Wood to lower the ropes for her, which she refuses to do, bobbing her head from side to side, again, to the fans delight. Veronica grumbles and then orders Mercedes to do it. After slight hesitation, Mercedes finally gives in, holding the ropes up. Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss while Mercedes drops to the outside of the ring. Mercedes walks over to the timekeeper's table and grabs a folding chair to sit on. She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a book and begins reading while Veronica shouts out in anger at what is supposed to be her help. Mercedes shouts back at Veronica.

Mercedes: Girl, I told you I don't care!

Before anything can happen, the lights in the arena drop down and "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment begins playing. The crowd bursts into cheers as red and white lights begin flashing rapidly on the stage. Delia is seen faintly arguing with the ring crew to leave the runway intact. Before they can do anything, Delia holds the curtains open, and Celeste walks out onto the ramp, dressed in a pair of red Hot Pants and a Jealous Janis tank top tied just above the navel. She has red streaks in her hair as she shows off the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

Justin Decent: And her opponent... Accompanied to the ring by DEEEEEEELIA DARRRRRRLING... hailing from Beverly Hills, California, standing at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 132 pounds, she is your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion... "The Homicidal Queen"... CEEEEEEEEEELESTE NORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTHHHH!!!

She struts along the runway slowly, showing off everything she's got, a cigar in her hands. She takes a puff of it and winks as she exhales slowly. She then flips her hair from side to side seductively as Delia gives a sort of soccer mom clap from behind. Delia quickly moves forward, holding open the ropes. Celeste takes a puff from the cigar as she enters the ring. She struts around to the music for a moment, before handing the belt off to Holly Wood. The referee holds the belt in the air, but before she can even lower it, Celeste spears Veronica to the ground. She begins poking at Veronica with the cigar as the crowd cheers. Veronica screams out loudly in pain as Mercedes looks up from her book for a second, seeing what is going on, before returning to reading. Holly looks at this and tries to fight with Celeste to take the cigar away. She finally does, and hands it off to Justin Decent before calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Celeste isn't wasting any time in taking it to Veronica Taylor!

Adams: Who can blame her after everything they've been through over the last month or so?

Holly orders Celeste away from Veronica, and despite the no disqualifications rule, Celeste obliges, while admiring her handiwork from afar. Veronica waves her hand as she points at Celeste. Holly shrugs her shoulders and reminds Veronica of the rules, or lack thereof. Veronica waves out to Mercedes to bring her the concealer, but Mercedes is still not interested. Celeste points and laughs at Veronica, getting a very unexpected response. Veronica charges at her and spears her to the ground, punching away violently at her face. The crowd boos as Veronica wraps her diamond necklace around Celeste's neck, choking her. Delia points at this display, and Holly holds up a hand, refusing to repeat the rules again. Celeste bunches her feet up underneath Veronica and bucks her off violently. She kips up, and in one fluid motion, she rocks Veronica's temple with a hard right hook. She follows it up with a well placed European Uppercut that sends Veronica stumbling backwards.

Simone: Homicidal? Already? This match could be more of a waste of time than a certain Pay-Per-view match we saw recently...

Adams: Without the annoying ten minute in-ring promos every week, of course...

Celeste wraps her arm around Veronica's neck as she charges forward with a Bulldog. As she jumps forward, Veronica shoves her right into the turnbuckle. She ties Celeste up into a Tree of Woe, and begins relentlessly kicking at Celeste's abdomen. Celeste struggles to get free of the ropes as Veronica leans down on the ground, slapping at her face as she taunts Celeste.

Veronica: How does that feel? Huh? Huh! That belt is coming home with me tonight!

Celeste snorts and then spits right in Veronica's face. The crowd cheers as Celeste loosens her legs. She rolls back on top of Veronica's back, and locks on a Camel Clutch.

Celeste: You couldn't get it done the last two times, bitch! Go on and tap out before I really bust your face!

Simone: Some vicious trash talk exchanged between these two bitter rivals. As much as I hate Veronica Taylor, neither one is going to give up without a fight.

Adams: You've said it, Bindy. Veronica reaches for the ropes.

Holly calls for the rope break, but Celeste holds onto the Camel Clutch for a few moments longer, wrenching her back and neck before finally letting go. She lays in a few kicks for good measure before picking Veronica up from the mat. She sends Veronica into the ropes. On the rebound, Celeste goes for a Discus Punch, but Veronica ducks underneath it, and catches Celeste with a Crucifix pin.

1!

Celeste uses all of her weight to roll Veronica onto her shoulders, keeping the legs hooked tightly.

1!

2!

3!NO!

Simone: That one was closer than Veronica will ever admit, but she escapes!

Adams: But it's not over as Veronica shows off her amazing agility, bridging herself over on top of Celeste!

1!

2!

Th...KICKOUT!

Celeste barely gets out of this, wrapping her arms around Veronica's waist, bringing her over for a German Suplex. Instead of trying for another pin, she rolls outside of the ring. She marches right over to Mercedes and grips onto the chair, nearly pulling it right out from under Mercedes. She raises her lip as if daring Mercedes to do something while holding up two fingers at her. Mercedes turns her head and laughs. She purses her lips together before waving Celeste back into the ring. Celeste turns around, right into a Suicide Dive from Veronica, the chair sandwiched between them as they are both laid out on the ground.

Crowd: FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*

Simone: As much as I hate to admit it... what they said!

Delia rallies behind Celeste, while Mercedes has taken a slight interest in the match. Celeste gets up from the ground first. She stumbles forward with the chair hanging loosely from her arms. She leans on the apron as she waits for Veronica to get to her feet. Mercedes reaches into her book, a few pages back, pulling out a bottle of Veronica's Secret of her own. She sprays it in Celeste's eyes, causing her to scream in pain. Delia shouts at Mercedes, and then to Holly. Holly shrugs her shoulders, but seems almost apologetic. Veronica rolls Celeste back inside of the ring where she grabs her diamond necklace. She wraps it around Celeste's throat and sets up for the Heart Breaker. The crowd boos as Mercedes shouts out at Celeste.

Mercedes: You messed with the wrong Mean Girl, cupcake!

Simone: Did she just say...?

Adams: Hash tag, that just happened...

Delia's head goes back far as she lets out an exasperated yet exaggerated laugh. Her lips rise up in a smile as she looks out to the crowd.

Delia: She wants to go z'ere! Bitch, I'll show you a Mean Girl!

Delia charges forward, spearing Mercedes into the barricade, much to the delight of the fans. They exchange a few blows before Holly Wood separates them. She tells them if they don't cooperate, that they can both go to the back. Delia preens her nails, daring Mercedes to make the next move. Meanwhile, Veronica lands the Heart Breaker, and covers Celeste. The crowd counts, but before Holly can make it back to the ring, Celeste kicks out!

Simone: I thought I was seeing something there for a second.

Adams: A Mean Girls reunion, or a new Bombshell Roulette Champion? I can't believe Celeste kicked out of that one!

Veronica drags Celeste up to her feet with the diamond necklace, ready to go for the Heart Breaker once more, but Celeste rams her elbow back into Veronica's face. Veronica's nose begins gushing blood as the fans cheer. Celeste gains her footing once more, nailing a right hook to Veronica's temple. She stops to admire the bloodshed she's caused, perking up a bit. She then hits the European Uppercut, and wastes no time in hitting a Bulldog to complete the Homicidal! She drops down over a knocked out Veronica, making the cover. Mercedes jumps onto the apron and starts to get inside of the ring, causing Holly to stop the count. She orders Mercedes out, but she doesn't obey. She grabs Celeste by the hair, lifting her up from the ground. Celeste nails her with a hard right cross as the fans cheer. Delia rolls inside of the ring with a full length mirror in her hand. She grabs Mercedes by the back of the hair as she motions for her to pick up Veronica. Celeste looks confused, but she hesitantly obliges. Holly continues screaming to gain order in this match. Delia Irish Whips Mercedes into the mirror, cracking it slightly as Mercedes holds onto her back.

Simone: When did this match become a tag match? Holly Wood needs to gain order in this match!

Adams: Order flew out the window once this match was declared a no disqualifications match!

Holly throws her hands up in the air, practically giving up. Delia nods her head as she urges Celeste to do "it". Celeste shoves Veronica's head between her legs, lifting her up for a Razor's Edge Powerbomb!

Simone: Celeste is performing Le Bitch Bomb, Delia Darling's signature finishing manoeuvre!

Adams: This is awesome! This is awesome! Can we get a chant going here? Wait, what is this?

Referee Holly Wood stands in front of Celeste, who seems confused until Holly stops speaking and slaps her across the face with a powder puff that she pulls from inside of her bra, choking, blinding, and stunning Celeste. Delia boots Celeste in the stomach, as Mercedes steps out of the way. Delia raises her up for Le Bitch Bomb, as the fans give off a chorus of boos that is almost deafening. She sends Celeste crashing through the mirror, cutting up the shirt she is wearing as she lies there a broken, bloodied mess. Delia picks Veronica up, but Veronica refuses to let it end like this. She points outside of the ring. After a few seconds of deliberation, Delia and Mercedes exit the ring and grab a mirror from under the ring. They slide it inside as Veronica sets up for the Exed Out, over the mirror.

Simone: Disgusting... I want to say that I can't believe this is happening, but sadly, I can.

Adams: This has got to be THE most diabolical and disgusting Mean Girls pranks we've ever seen. Ever.

Veronica connects with the Exed Out on top of the mirror. Celeste lies motionless on the mat, bleeding almost from head to toe. She is barely breathing as Veronica rests on top of her in an arrogant pose. She blows a kiss out to the booing fans as Holly grins. She makes a very slow count.

1.......

2.........

3!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

There is almost a dead silence amongst the ringside staff, from Belinda and Jason, to Justin and the timekeeper. After a moment, the bell rings, and Justin reluctantly picks up the Bombshell Roulette championship belt. Holly waves him over, but he just stands there. He tosses the belt, almost disgustedly, into Holly's grasp before raising the microphone to his lips.

Justin Decent: Here is your winner and NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion... Veronica Taylor...

Simone: I... I can't even right now...

Adams: And the fact that the Bombshell locker room couldn't be bothered to help this poor girl is just...

Backstage, the Bombshell Locker Room door is held closed by a chair, and apparently a few nails as well. The boos intensify as Angelica blows a kiss to the camera while rocking a Mean Girls babydoll tee.

Simone: As you were saying...?

"Turn My Swag On" by Keri Hilson starts playing when Veronica runs her fingers across her throat, shaking her head. She takes the Bombshell Roulette belt from Holly and mouths "Play OUR music". "Amazing" by Hi Fashion begins playing as the ladies squeal and celebrate over Celeste's motionless body. Delia leans over Celeste, trying to find a non-bloodied space, which is pretty hard. When she does, she writes "Slut" in red lipstick. Mercedes high fives her before the four ladies hug one another. After a moment, they walk back up the runway, as paramedics rush past them. They join Angelica at the curtains and blow a kiss to the booing audience before smacking their backsides in unison.




A sudden, ear-splitting feedback screech from the sound system caused many to cringe and grab at their ears, when a booming 'voice carried across the hall...

Quite the familiar and fuzzy face appeared full center of the screens that our eyes are firmly glued upon, our rapt attention fixated on the wisdom that could be clearly seen deep within the little black eyes -- once one got past the thick rimmed glasses with even thicker lenses that magnified the teddy bear's eyes five times over.

"Hewwo! Will you be my fwiend?"

**Annnnnnd CUE the cornball theme music that we as the adamant admirers and rabid fans of the one, the only...**

"And ladies, babes, and gentlemen, he is here with us now on the streets of Glasgow, Scotland, the bear that knows it all and isn't shy about sharing that ... knowitall-ness? He will gift you with insight and share with you snuggles! There is only one that is here to help, there to please, and everywhere to make us feel better about ourselves by showing us just how messed up we really are..."

And the camera opens to a shot of ... Despayre with his back turned away from the camera in an office chair.

Gabriel:: Psst!

He remains with his back turned.

Gabriel:: Psst!

Still nothing.

Gabriel:: PSST!!!

Mister Self-Help: Will somebody do something about that leak!? I've got a show I'm trying to do here!

Gabriel:: Despy!

Mister Self-Help: Who?

Gabriel:: *sighs* Mister Self-Help!

Mister Self-Help: Yo!

Gabriel:: Turn around!

He turns his swivel office chair and yes indeedy do! There he is, dressed in a print t shirt that reads "The Doctor Is Real In", his long, black hair slicked back and those eye glasses that render his eyeballs a good ten times their normal size. Hands clasped on top of the desk, he leans in reeeeeeeeal close to the camera and squints, then starts and jumps back into his seat.

Mister Self-Help: Oh! We've on!

Gabriel:: That's what I've been trying to tell you!

Mister Self-Help: very good! I'll give you a raise!

Gabriel:: You're not paying me for this.

Mister Self-Help: Then I'll double it.

Mister Self-Help then turns his full attention to the camera and smiles, head tilted to the side.

Mister Self-Help: Hello, and welcome to another edition of Mister Self-Help. The real Mister Self-Help has yet another case of stage fright so I will be subbing for him.

He looks off camera.

Mister Self-Help: As USUAL!

He looks back into the camera.

Mister Self-Help: I am here to address a lost soul in dire need of help. A man who has anger issues that should and could be redirected towards his mother where they belong. A man who would sacrifice all the good things he has, or had, going for him all in the name of success. I am, of course, speaking of the poor soul known as Chris Shipman.

Canned boos from the studio audience. Mister Self-Help looks off camera.

Mister Self-Help: Was that the right sound effect?

The canned boos turn into a loud BAWOOSH sound of a toilet flushing. Mister Self-Help smiles and nods.

Mister Self-Help: Better!

He turns back to the camera and gives it a goofy smile.

Mister Self-Help: Now first off, I would like to express my professional opinion that Chris Shipman does not, in fact, need Mister Self-Help. No. No. He'd be far better off with the Wizard of Oz.

Canned laughter and Mister Self-Help raises an index finger.

Mister Self-Help: Permit me to elaborate. We are speaking of a man who was at one point in time, a member of the most successful stable in Sin City Wrestling. Without warning, he turned his back on these people who supported him and thus went to a villainous role. Then he started spouting off random reasons as to why he did this, none of which made any sense. This proved he had no brain. Shipman then in an act of utter cruelty, brutally attacked the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, a man who cared for him when nobody else did, and left him laying in the rubble of a destroyed table. Thus incurring the wrath of Synn's most favourite of sons, Despayre. That act proved he has no brain. And the fact that Chris Shipman did all of this behind their backs, and attacked without warning, showed one and all that he had no courage.

Mister Self-Help shrugs with bottom lip jetted out.

Mister Self-Help: After all, any man that fights with the level of illegal ferocity that he does shows he has no true confidence in his own abilities, or in his case, a lack there of. In the world of professional wrestling, a brawler who utilizes weaponry is a dime a dozen. Anybody can throw a punch. Anybody can grab the nearest folding chair and hit you with it. Anyone can set up a table and put a person through it. So when one looks at all of the facts above, you come to understand that Chris Shipman is really nothing special.

Mister Self-Help reaches under his desk and picks up a Big Gulp from the 7-11 and slurps rather audibly the Cherry Coke, then sits it back down to continue.

Mister Self-Help: Chris Shipman told everyone that he was, and is, completely heterosexual, his curls are for the girls, and he never had any feelings for Synn. Well let me tell you something; I accidentally walked into Synn's bedroom and caught them playing leapfrog ...

Mister Self-Help turns in his chair to look off camera.

Mister Self-Help: THAT'S an image burned into my retinas forever!

He turns back to the camera and shudders.

Mister Self-Help: And let me stress that the things I saw? No real heterosexual man would be willing to do with another man! Mind games? PLEASE! Perhaps you're going through a mid-life crisis, Mister Shipman. Perhaps you've lost your way and this is you attempting to scratch your way back. Your self-esteem issues are truly in a sad state for a man that acts as macho as you do, Mister Shipman. You, in an act of frustration, accused Synn of having more concern for the careers of Despayre and Gabriel than you. Well of course he did! They were, and are, better wrestlers than you could ever hope to be! Yet when you accused Synn of not getting you title matches, you showed you are either forgetful, or a liar, because Synn DID get you championship matches. He got you LOTS of them! World Heavyweight. Roulette. You had opportunities to win both of those titles, and you blew it. Of course, as I understand it that's how you got the shots to begin with. But YOU did not win those title matches, Chris Shipman. You were given chances, and you were unsuccessful. That is not the fault of Synn or Gabriel or Despayre. The fault lies with one person.

Mister Self-Help twirls a forefinger around in the air and directs it at the camera.

Mister Self-Help: You. The fault lied with you then, and it will lie with you in the future if you continue on this silly path to direct your assaults against the current Internet Champion, Despayre. I mean, after all...

Mister Self-Help shrugs his shoulders with both hands up.

Mister Self-Help: Is that not the simplest path to gain a championship title shot that you would otherwise have no legitimate claim to? Am I right? Of course I'm right. Thank you, and good day!

Mister Self-Help turns at the waist to give a presidential pose and sticks a kazoo in his lips to blast out the Presidential theme tune when something on the desk catches his eye.

Mister Self-Help: We should call a technician in here to fix those blinking lights on the phone.

Gabriel:: That means you have a call waiting.

Mister Self-Help: Me?

He looks off camera, then to the phone line.

Mister Self-Help: There must be some mistake.

Gabriel:: `Fraid not! This is a call in show.

Mister Self-Help: It is? Well whaddya know!? Alrighty then! Let's do it, to it, shall we?

Mister Self-Help presses one of the blinking lights.

Mister Self-Help: Hello! You're on the air with Mister Self-Help!

Carl: Yeah, this is Carl. First time caller, first time listener. I was wondering what Rage would have to do in order to get Despayre to forgive him for leaving the Sins.

Mister Self-Help: Oh that's easy! Just buy Despayre a big carton of Cadbury Creme Eggs!

Carl: ... But those aren't in season.

Mister Self-Help: Yeah. Good luck with that.

Mister Self-Help hits the vend call' button, then clicks another blinking light.

Mister Self-Help: Hi! You're on the air with Mister Self-Help!

Janet: Oh my god! I'm so excited! I call in to these shows all the time and they never take my questions! I was wondering if...!

Mister Self-Help: I think We'll skip this one.

Mister Self-Help clicks the vend call' button, then another blinking light.

Mister Self-Help: You're on the air with Mister Self-help!

Caller: Yeeeeeah baby! I been up all night thinking about you if you know what I mean! Wink! Wink!

Mister Self-Help looks off camera.

Mister Self-Help: Oh crap! It's Angel's gay stalker!

And he hurriedly cuts the call off before continuing with another.

Mister Self-Help: Hello! You're on the air!

Caller: My name is D as I wish to remain anonymous. I got a female friend that dominates me to the point it physically hurts me. How can I tell her to stop??? Does a bear help??

Mister Self-Help gives a side glance off-camera and twirls his finger around his ear.

Mister Self-Help: I think in odd cases such as yours, seeking the help of a bear might net you a misunderstanding you'd sooner avoid. Unfortunately, there is no simple way to get your female friend to stop hurting you unless you take that ridiculous ball gag from out of your mouth and simply repeat yourself; Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop. Don't! Stop! That should solve the problem right up!

Mister Self-Help smiles and happily ends the call before looking off camera where there is snickering heard.

Mister Self-Help: What? What's so funny?

The next thing you see is Angel's fuzzy face popping up into it. And then ... static.




We once again appear backstage as Belinda Warwick is standing beside a vending machine. She appears to be looking at some snacks when Rocky Mountains walks up to her.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Whatcha doing Belinda?

Belinda doesn't look at first.

Belinda Warwick: I'm trying to figure which snacks to get before I watch the rest of climax control.

Rocky nods her head while looking at Belinda.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Belinda, how bummed are you that you and Zuri couldn't get the job done at High Stakes?

Belinda turns her head to see Rocky as she tilts her head.

Belinda Warwick: Zuri and I fought hard. Those two gave us a fight and then some. I'm not to thrilled about losing but who does like losing. Zuri and I fought valiantly and it just wasn't our night. That happens but to ask me if we are bummed about it. No. We aren't bummed because we both knew setbacks would happen. That's just a fact and we will continue to push forward.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What's next for you? What's next for Justice League?

Belinda smiles.

Belinda Warwick: I don't know what is next for Justice League since Zuri is handling some personal business in Japan. What's next for me? That's a good question. Maybe I try my hand against Twisted Sister. Maybe I take on Veronica Taylor. Or maybe I eat my snack and enjoy the rest of Climax Control. So many possibilities oh so little time.

Belinda chuckles as Rocky joins her.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So you want to challenge Twisted Sister or Veronica Taylor to a one on one match. That would be really interesting.

Belinda smirks.

Belinda Warwick: I'll do whatever the bosses want with in reason of course but for now I will go join Lady Marsden in our locker room. Take care Rocky.

Belinda finally picks out her snack before walking off. Rocky smiles as the scene cuts away.




Backstage we once again find Alexis Edwards as she is walking down the halls. She's on a mission looking for someone, growing more frustrated as she can't find them. She's about to give up, thinking the person isn't there, when her eyes light up as she looks ahead.

Alexis: Finally! I was thinking you weren't here!

The camera pans out to find none other than Austin Parker standing by the refreshment table with a bottle of water in his hands. He turns around and looks at Alexis with a very confused look on his face. He doesn't say a word as Alexis walks up to him, and she continues to speak.

Alexis: Okay. So, I was supposed to come find you at High Stakes vi to get this conversation over with, but I'm sure you saw that things didn't exactly go in my favour that night so I was pretty embarrassed to talk to you under those circumstances. I'm feeling a lot better tonight and I like my chances going into my match, and--

As Alexis continues to ramble on, Austin quickly cuts her off as he holds up his hand. She goes quiet and bites her lip in embarrassment. He takes a quick drink of his water as he stares at her.

Austin: Do ya always talk this fast?

Alexis smiles awkwardly and shakes her head.

Alexis: Not usually. I think it's because I'm a little nervous. Though people keep telling me I shouldn't be.

Austin nods slowly.

Austin: Ok. Muh second question....Who the hell are ya?

Alexis is about to ramble on again when she realizes what he just asked. She looks confused as she scratches her head and just stares at him, thinking it's a joke. Austin, however, looks very serious.

Alexis: Wait...seriously? You...you don't know who I am?

Austin: Ah think Ah'd remember an annoying blonde that likes to ramble a mile a minute.

Alexis lets out an awkward laugh.

Alexis: Wow...I guess that shouldn't surprise me at all. Anyway, I'm Alexis Edwards. Former Bombshell Internet Champion. Future World Bombshell Champion...I hope anyway.

Alexis holds her hand out, expecting Austin to shake it. But he just quickly glances down at her hand, then back up to her face and she pulls it back.

Austin: Really? Ah thought Mikah was facing Crystal Millar for the title tonight? Ya must have taken a few too many hits to ya head.

Alexis: Well, she is, but I didn't mean that I'm going to win it tonight. I'm just hoping to get a shot in the near future.

Austin lets out a laugh and Alexis raises an eyebrow, confused. This meeting wasn't going as she had hoped it would.

Austin: Ha! Good luck with that.

Alexis: Well I'm hoping that is where YOU come in, Austin. I can't do it without your help. I mean, I probably could, but it would take me a lot longer...

Austin: Ah'm sorry, what?

Alexis closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. She opens her eyes and looks at him again.

Alexis: By being my manager! I want you to be my manager. You won't have to do as much work as you did with J2H, because I already know how to wrestle. I just need you to help guide me to the title, and maybe actually get Mark Ward to give me the shot once I--

Austin: Hahahaha! Help guide ya to the title? Get Mark to give ya the shot? Ah think ya must be mistaken on how things work with me. If ah don't think you deserve the title shot, ah'm sure as shit not gonna get Mark to give you a shot just because ya think ya deserve it.

Alexis: That's not what...Look, I'm asking for your help here! Will you help me or not?!

Alexis frustrated outburst shocks not only herself, but Austin as well. He slowly places his bottle of water down on the table and takes a step closer to Alexis, but she stands her ground, nervously.

Austin: Talk to me like that one more time little girl an you'll be on your back so fast you'd think you were on a date.

Alexis doesn't say a word as Austin stands there, already giving her a hard time.

Austin: Now, what makes ya think ah even want to train ya?

Alexis: I already told you, I don't need a trainer! I already know how to wrestle! I was trained by Spike and vixen Staggs...

Austin: So I see, and you are head strong and reckless and prone to periodic bouts of mindless violence. Tell me, how has that worked out for you lately?

Alexis lets out a sigh and shakes her head.

Austin: So let me get this straight. You were trained by Spike and vixen Staggs but ya want me to be your manager?

Alexis nods with a hopeful smile on her face.

Austin: Did you forget to wash the fruit off before you ate it?

Alexis: What does that even mean? Geez, with as many great things I've heard about you, you're kind of an asshole...

Austin: Ah like to think of myself as somethin' of a southern gentleman...but talk to me that way again young lady and ah'll pull your tongue out.

Alexis lets out another sigh and she rolls her eyes.

Alexis: Okay, this clearly isn't going my way either. I'm sorry I asked for your help. I'll just find someone else--

Austin: Now hold on a minute. I didn't say yes or no, now did I?

Alexis: Well, no. But---

Austin: Ya said ya have a match tonight, right?

Alexis folds her arms and nods.

Austin: Alright. Ah'll watch that match and watch how ya perform. And ah'll give ya my answer after.

Alexis face lights up in hopeful anticipation.

Alexis: Really?! Wow, okay. Well, I'll prove to you that you'd make a good decision becoming my manager! I'll see you later Mr. Parker!

Alexis then turns and quickly rushes off down the hall to get ready for her upcoming match. Austin stands back and shakes his head as he grabs his bottle of water and walks off in the opposite direction.




Dmitri can be seen resting on a table in the locker room of the Unholy Alliance when Ekaterina emerges. She digs her strong fingers and nails into his flesh of his neck as she pulls his face upwards to hers while staring at him with a cold look on her face.

Ekaterina: Listen my pet, tonight you are going out there and fight..., you are going out there to make two men bleed and you are going out there to make everyone understand why you are MY PET!!!

Dmitri: Yes....,

She whacks him in the face to silence him as she is filled with anger.

Ekaterina: Did I tell you to answer?? You see Dmitri, I do not allow weakness.., I do not tolerate compassion as these two Monstimals have for each other. In the end..., I don't know where your compassion is for Tuscini, but I sure as hell do not allow anything that makes me believe you are anything else but a vampire. I want you to make them bleed, I want you to make them suffer and I want you to make me enjoy the carnage when you are done!!!

With that she lets go off the throat of Dmitri as the vampires eyes are burning with anger as the shot fades.




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

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAAAAAARGAAAAS!

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

Justin: Her opponent, making her way to the ring from Phoenix Arizona and weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is Alexis EDWARDS!

"Unbreakable" by Fireflight starts to play in the sound system and a video montage of some of Alexis Edwards memorable moments appears on the screen. Seconds into the music, Alexis appears from behind the curtain, standing at the top of the ramp and throwing her hands in the air as her music plays, and the crowd now cheers her on. She looks around the crowd and smiles before she starts making her way to the ring, high fiving and slapping hands along the way. Once to the ring she slides in under the bottom rope and jumps back to her feet. She jumps up to the second turnbuckle, throwing her hands in the air to another round of cheering from the crowd before she jumps back down as her music dies down before turning her stare across the ring at Mercedes.

Simone: This match is going to be interesting. Both women have things to prove here in SCW and Alexis really needs to bounce back from the triple threat match she lost to Mikah who pinned Sam Marlowe.

Adams: Well if you think that Mercedes is just going to roll over and let Alexis get the win you are dreaming.

Simone: Well we are about to see just what is going to happen because there is the bell.

Alexis and Mercedes move towards each other as the bell rings. Meeting in the middle of the ring, the bombshells lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that Alexis turns into a headlock. Mercedes pushes her into the ropes and braces herself for the rebound that Alexis turns into a shoulder block that rocks Mercedes back. Mercedes straightens to face Alexis once more and wags her finger with a bit of a smirk. Alexis reaches back and slaps the face of Mercedes who bring a hand to her lips to check for blood as Alexis begins to jaw at her. Vargas straightens once more and takes Alexis down with a kick out of nowhere. Edwards is slow to her feet allowing Mercedes to catch her by the arm and whip her into the corner hard. Following her in, Mercedes sets her foot under the chin of Alexis and begins to choke her as the referee begins to count.

Adams: That's cheating...

Simone: Look at you Sherlock, nothing gets by you.

At four, Vargas lets go of the hold then moves away, turning her back on Alexis and dusts off her hands and feet. Alexis recovers enough to rush up behind Vargas and take her down with a bulldog that sends her face first to the canvas. Clutching at her face, Mercedes rolls towards the ropes and pulls herself upwards. Alexis charges towards her but is stopped by Jacob Summers who gets to between the two of them and pushes Alexis back telling her that Mercedes is in the ropes. Alexis pushes him to the side and grabs Vargas by the arm and pulls her into a hard short armed clothesline that takes her to the mat once more. Again she rolls to the corner as Alexis looks to charge towards her. Mercedes is quick out of the corner as Edwards attempts to catch her and reverses with a big boot on the advancing Alexis that sends her to the mat. Rolling quickly, Alexis gets to the outside where she tries to regroup as she checks on her mouth for blood with her back to the ring.

Simone: Alexis, watch out!!

Adams: She can't hear you, you know!

As Alexis recovers on the outside, Mercedes rushes across the ring and leaps through the ropes with a plancha that takes both women to the floor. Summers has no choice but to begin to count both women out of the ring. Mercedes crawls towards the ring steps as Alexis pulls herself up by the ring apron. Vargas gets on the apron and is about to slide into the ring as Alexis grabs her by the foot and pulls her off the apron, catching Mercedes leg in the ropes. Vargas hangs on the apron by one foot in the ropes as Alexis gets on the apron and rolls under the bottom rope. Jacob Summers moves to help Vargas get untangled as Alexis moves to the middle of the ring. Mercedes is freed and pulls herself up using the ropes. Alexis watches as Vargas moves towards the corner then comes up behind her and grabs her by the hair and pulls her back into a headbutt.

Adams: That is going to leave a mark I am sure.

Simone: But will it be enough for Alexis to take advantage of?

Vargas staggers against the ropes in the corner once more. Alexis grabs Mercedes and spins her around before lifting her up to sit on the top turnbuckle. Grabbing Vargas by the hair, Alexis once more hits her on the head then pulls her downward to slam the back of her head against the bottom turnbuckle. Mercedes hangs from the top turnbuckle as Alexis moves backwards and then charges towards her to level her with a dropkick in the corner that sends Mercedes slumping into the corner. Alexis moves to pull her out of the corner but is stopped by Summers who waves her back and kneels to check on Vargas who shakes her head slowly as she tries to roll over and get to her hands and knees but is pulled by Edwards into the middle of the ring by her foot and then rolled up for a pin by Alexis who only gets a two count as Mercedes desperately pulls her shoulder up. Alexis looks at Summers and raises three fingers questioningly only to be told that it was two.

Adams: Alexis thought she had this one won but Mercedes managed to stay in the match with a desperate kick out.

Simone: I wonder what this is going to do to Alexis?

Getting up, Alexis pulls Mercedes to her feet as well. Desperately, Mercedes throws up her hands and is able to push Alexis far enough away that she is able to grab her by the hair and use it to slam Alexis face first into the mat. Vargas lays on the mat catching her breath as Alexis clutches at her face and kicks at the canvas. Rolling to the side, Mercedes gets slowly to her feet and fights to the ropes to stagger against them as Edwards also gets to her feet and charges towards Vargas who drops as she pulls the top rope down sending Alexis to the outside once more. Mercedes drops to the mat then rolls under the ropes and to the outside herself where she grabs Alexis and drags her towards the ring steps. Laying a groggy Alexis over the steps, Mercedes slowly fights her way up each stair as Summers makes his ten count on the inside of the ring. Sliding into the ring to break the count, Mercedes only takes a few seconds before coming out and then grabbing Alexis by her blonde hair, uses a hair pull curb stomp on the bombshell that sends her face first into the unforgiving steel.

Simone: I guess Mercedes has had enough and is making sure that Alexis realizes who she is facing in the ring.

Alexis screams in pain as her hands cover her face. Mercedes smirks as she reaches down to pull Alexis up by the hair once more and then drags her along the apron. Looking over the crowds, Mercedes motions as she shakes Alexis by the hair. Edwards pushes away the hand holding her by the hair and then grabs Mercedes by the back of the neck and pulls her in and delivers a desperation DDT on the apron. Both bombshells fall to the floor of the ringside area as the fans scream 'This is awesome. Neither bombshell is moving as Summers begins to count. At three, Alexis rolls to her stomach as Mercedes reaches for the apron. At six Edwards rolls towards the apron as Mercedes pulls herself to a seated position and then to her knees beside the ring. At nine, Alexis dives under the bottom rope to break up the count as Mercedes pulls herself onto the apron and rolls under the bottom rope. Getting to her feet, Alexis moves slowly towards Mercedes who is on her knees by the ropes. Catching Alexis by the feet, Vargas pulls them out from under her and then uses a schoolgirl roll up before putting her feet on the ropes. Summers counts one before seeing the feet on the ropes and tells Vargas to release the hold. Mercedes shakes her head as she leans back on her heels and glares at Summers.

Adams: Mercedes tried to take the cheap way out with her feet on the ropes.

Mercedes gets to her feet and moves towards the referee who is continuing to tell her to get back to the match. Alexis rolls to the side and pulls herself up on the ropes. Vargas argues with Jacob Summers as Alexis Edwards charges towards the pair. Summers throws himself to the side as Alexis takes Mercedes down with a bulldog. Mercedes rolls on the mat in pain as Alexis catches her hand then straddles it as she locks in an armbar on the arm between her legs. Mercedes screams in pain as she inches towards the ropes nearby. Summers is there to check on Mercedes who is fighting tooth and nail to reach the bottom rope as Alexis rides the wiggling Vargas and tries to force her to submit. Mercedes reaches the ropes but just before she can drape her arm over the ring rope, Alexis stands and then pulls Mercedes into the middle of the ring once more and locks on the AGE of Alexis again. Unable to withstand the pain, Vargas taps out quickly as Summers signals for the bell. Alexis lets the hold go and gets to her feet as Mercedes curls up into a ball cradling her arm.

Justin: Here is your winner...ALEXIS EDWARDS!!!

Simone: Alexis Edwards wins the match with the AGE of Alexis.

Adams: Redemption for Alexis Edwards after the loss she suffered. This will probably go a long way in getting her noticed once more.

Alexis celebrates in the ring as Mercedes rolls to the outside and makes her way backstage still cradling her arm.




Chelsea Payne stands at a table inside the Jet City party backstage. She grabs a drink, not interacting with much of anyone. In looking around, the room is pretty packed with backstage staff and a few of the members of the roster. Being a newcomer, one that did not quite come away victorious in her first match though, she is less than enthused about striking up conversation with anyone. She is more than content to be left alone. Truth be told, she only stumbled into the party while looking for her own locker room backstage, having gotten turned around. However, seeing her, and noting that Parker was in the middle of his own conversation, Coby Quik takes the opportunity to make his way over and attempt to strike up a conversation.

Coby: So, I was told that there were going to be some good looking ladies around backstage, but you don't really look excited to be here.

Chelsea looks up, and meets Coby's eyes, only to roll her own and look away.

Chelsea: Rough night.

Coby's smile wavers on his face, but does not entirely fade. He could definitely relate to having a less than stellar debut.

Coby: I've been there. I have actually been there a lot. I'm sure you'll get it turned around though. If you weren't good, then you probably wouldn't have been hired. It doesn't look like there are very many talentless hacks around here.

A small smile pops onto Chelsea's face, but is gone as fast as it appears. She was not going to allow herself to be sweet talked.

Chelsea: I guess not.

The fans can see Coby's resolve starting to crack at its foundation. Clearly he did not think the conversation would be so difficult.

Coby: So you actually know any of these people? I am just a guest. Not even on the roster. I had my arm pretty much twisted to come to keep me from doing anything actually fun tonight.

Chelsea again meets his gaze, but there is no smile accompanying it. Her tone comes out very cold.

Chelsea: Not really.

Coby sighs, disappointed that he was getting nowhere, but not content to give up. He takes his eyes off of her, and looks around the room to spot both members of Jet City, the hosts of the party. He points over to them.

Coby: Well those two idiots seem to be the ones in charge. I have known them for a little while. They are pretty harmless, but if they talk to you....

His 'voice trails off as he turns his attention back to where she was standing, only to find her gone. Shock takes over his face, and he looks around the room to find her, only to come up with nothing. The camera follows him to the door, and he pokes his head out into the hallway to see that she is nowhere to be found. He looks down and shakes his head.

Coby: Damn...

At this point, Parker Wayde comes up to his side and puts his hand on his shoulder. There is a wide smile on his face.

Parker: Tough break half-stack. You'll get her next time. Now get back in here before Parker hahs to beat that ass. This ain't about picking up girls.

Coby gives another look around the hallway, and forces a smile back on his face before nodding. The two move back inside the room as the cameras cut away.




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. The SCW World Heavyweight championship sits over his shoulder. 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. As he steps towards the center of the ring, he winces in pain, the effects of two weeks again, still fresh in his muscle memory. 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 fans, cockiness dripping from the young man. He pulls the title off of his waste and puts it over his shoulder as Justin hands him a microphone.

J2H: Well, look who's still the champ.

The crowd boo as J2H looks around, wincing as a slight pain shoots through his body.

J2H: I will never get bored of saying that. Every single match I tell you all I'm going to walk in as the champion, and walk out as the champion, and each and every time I walk in as the champion and I leave as the champion. It's at the point where I don't even have to say it anymore, but after this last match, against Dmitri, things were different.

He pauses for a second as he looks around the crowd.

J2H: Usually, I'm come out here and laugh at my opponent, I'd sit there and mock about them falling short, but not this time, because Dmitri took me to my limits. Two weeks on, I'm battered and bruised, I'm in pain and been told I can't wrestle next week because I'm not cleared to do so because two whole men walked in to the Thunderdome, and two broken men were dragged out of it. The fact that someone broke me in such a way deserves respect and that is exactly what Dmitri earned from me and that's respect.

The fans politely applaud that comment.

J2H: I had to put a stake to his heart, just to win. I had to push myself past what I thought I was capable of just to keep my gold and I did just that because I had no choice. I had no choice but to go that fucking far, and I walked away with the belt, I walked away with Dmitri's respect and he walked away with mine. Now we have a little problem.

He nods confidently as he smirks around the fans.

J2H: There is no one out there who is good enough to step up to me anymore. Hell, I tried to tempt Simon Jones back here to come and mix it up with the man he defeated last time they were in the ring together. I saw a little comment on Twitter from Simon Jones, bemoaning the travel costs to be here.

J2H shakes his head slowly.

J2H: If Simon Jones was to come back and step up for my title, I'd pay for those flights, that accommodation, fuck, I'll even pay you twenty times what you earn sitting behind a desk, just to be here.

J2H points to the ring.

J2H: I ain't talking about economy. I'm talking first class flights, and five star hotels. I don't do cheap bro.

A smirk crosses J2H's face as he looks around.

J2H: So Simon, if you change your mind, you know where to find me. In the likely event that I just get the rejection from Simon on Twitter, then SCW, it's time for you to step up.

J2H points to the curtain.

J2H: I don't give a fuck who's next, and I know the bosses might wanna kick the shit out of each other, and I couldn't give a fuck about that either, but you need to put your heads together and come up with my next victim. Just don't ask Amy Marshall. Fucking woman thinks Jamie Dean can step up to me.

J2H bites his lip, trying and failing to hide a smile.

J2H: Just stick to laying on your back in those cheap ass movies you make Amy, and leave the decisions to people who know how to make them. Stick to faking orgasms and losing wrestling matches, but Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, you two can make decisions, so make them quick because as soon as I'm healed, I'll be ready to go.

He wags his finger in the air.

J2H: And speaking of decisions, it's about time I decided to tell you about a certain man.

He can't help but smile.

J2H: Rage...

The crowd boo as the smile turns to a smirk.

J2H: You've wanted to know for so long, why Rage, why? Why would you do that?

J2H rolls his eyes.

J2H: Because Rage opened his fucking eyes and saw that the Seven Deadly Sins were poisoning him, was ripping his soul from his body, that Synn only had eyes for one and it certainly wasn't him. I showed him the right path, but There's nothing like hearing it straight from the horses mouth, so let me present to you, the smartest man to be a Seven Deadly Sin, because he got the fuck out of there, I give you Rage!

All eyes fall on the backstage entrance as "Monster" by Skillet begins to play throughout the sound system. The lights die down and red strobe lights flash towards the curtain. A few seconds later, Rage steps through the curtain with a dark look on his face. The crowd boos loudly, but the monstrous Rage just ignores the as he slowly starts walking towards the ring, never once acknowledging the fans or their heckling. Once he gets to the ring he stops just on the outside and reaches for the second rope, pulling himself up to the ring apron. He then steps over the top rope and into the ring before he walks over and demands a microphone. One is quickly handed to him and he joins J2H in the center of the ring as his music dies down.

Just as he raises the microphone to speak, the fans boo loudly, drowning him out. He narrows his eyes and lowers the microphone as they continue to boo him viciously and soon start a chant of "You Sold Out! You Sold Out! You Sold Out!" He clenches the microphone in his hand, growing angrier by the second until he can't take it any longer.

Rage: Shut up! Shut the hell up!

They only get louder and he gets angrier.

Rage: You fucking people make no sense! For weeks we've been hounded with the questions of why...Why did I turn my back on the Sins and side up with J here. And now when I'm actually out here to give you people what you fucking want, you won't shut the hell up and listen! You know what? This is all YOUR fault!

He points his finger around the crowd at each and every one of the fans. They boo again and J2H stands back with an arrogant smile on his face. Rage brings the microphone back up to speak.

Rage: Yeah, you fucking heard me! YOUR fault! EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! And every one of those douchebags back in the locker room! For as long as I can fucking remember, all I've been doing is what you all have constantly said I should do! Acting how you think I should act! And where did it get me?! NOWHERE! Nowhere except changed into a weak piece of shit, but hey, you all didn't give a shit because I gave in to all of it with the constant questions and nagging! Well, no more! I finally made a decision FOR ME!

Rage starts nodding as the crowd starts to boo him again, but he keeps his temper in check, if only for the moment.

Rage: You guys call it turning my back on the Seven Deadly Sins?

He shakes his head with a wicked smile on his face.

Rage: WRONG! I call it making a decision that is finally going to get me somewhere! Get me seen as the fucking danger that I am, because it sure as shit wasn't happening in the Sins, was it? Oh no, it wasn't. I've been the Sin of Wrath for the better part of ten fucking years and did people ever truly see me as a threat? NO! They didn't! That all changes NOW! And it's because of HIM!

Rage turns and points to J2H. J2H has a smug look on his face as he nods.

Rage: Yeah, I said it. It's all because of J2H, and let me explain, shall I? Not that you people really deserve an explanation, but it's really pretty fucking simple. You see, I listened to his words just a few months ago when he defended his title against that sick twisted bastard, Chris Shipman. I listened to them carefully let me tell you...He was fucking right. About all of it! For so long I've stood in the shadows of the Seven Deadly Sins. Never TRULY being an equal, but considered the least important...well, next to Shipman of course.

He manages to crack a smile and chuckle, as does J2H.

Rage: My fucking point is, it never got me where I really wanted to fucking be! I don't care about that title anymore. I probably never did. It was always about each and every one of you taking me fucking seriously. It was always about you people being AFRAID of me, and you can bet your asses that if you aren't afraid of me right now?

He lowers the microphone for a second and narrows his eyes slowly and they turn dark, almost demented, as he raises the microphone slowly back to his mouth.

Rage: You will be. J2H here? He's the God. And me? I'm the fucking devil!

J2H looks proudly around the crowd as he raises the mic to his lips.

J2H: You heard it right there. This man right here is the smartest man in the locker room, because he saw the light, he saw the sins were dying and he watched me pull the pin and watch the Sins explode. He saw that he needed to make a change and what I've done is shown him who he can be. Starting now, this monster is going to be unleashed. SCW, you don't wanna fuck with that.

He points to Rage before looking around the ring and waving the camera towards him.

J2H: That's real talk bitch!

J2H drops the mic as "Light's Out" blasts through the speakers. The fans boo loudly as he looks around them.

Adams: He sold his soul to become the devil.

Simone: I hate to say it, but J2H's strangehold on SCW has got a lot stronger with Rage in his corner.

Adams: Makes me wonder Belly, if he has more recruits lined up...




The camera cuts to the backstage area where Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen walking the hall. Pussy Willow approaches him from the side.

Pussy Willow: Boss, have you got a minute?

Hot Stuff stops, looking at Pussy Willow.

HS: Can you make it quick? I got things to do.

Pussy Willow: I can. What do you think of Christian's recent actions?

HS: It's weird Puss. I'm now looked at as the good guy, the one that people can come to with their shit. I can live with it. Christian wants to sit and claim I made him this way? Bullshit, he's always been a dick, he just spent his life trying to show you all differently.

Pussy Willow: Earlier tonight, you said Team BJ will be in the same ring again, Christian went and changed the match...

HS: And yet people still wonder if he's really a dick or not. Again, that idiot has put a stake in the heart of people I wanna keep around here. I'm about to walk in to contract negotiations with them, and he pisses all over that. Who would want to work for a guy like that? He's just made it harder for me to get them down to contracts, by putting them against each other. Real smart of him.

Pussy Willow: He's making Ben team with Evie Baang, and it was said that you will be punishing Evie for her actions at the supercard. What did you do?

HS: Well let's just say that Evie will not be getting paid for the rest of the month. She seems like the kinda girl that won't listen too well, so if it happens again, her friends won't be getting paid either. She'll be relegated to opening the shows if she puts her hands on any other staff member.

Pussy Willow: There's rumors going around that the roster will end up being split between Christian and yourself. Are they true?

HS: No, but people don't have to like me to respect me and see how bad Christian Underwood is dragging down SCW. They know I am the one to back in this one, but a split. No. I need to get going now, so go bug someone else.

With that, Hot Stuff turns and walks away, leaving Pussy Willow standing as the camera fades.




James Tuscini and Pinky Del Ferrando are seen backstage with a meet-and-greet event with fans. The area is set up down one of the side hallways so that the meet-and-greet doesn't interfere with ongoing matches and the entrances of the participants in those matches. James is already in his wrestling attire and Pinky is dressed in a black business suit, with a white shirt and black tie, and the two are ready to go for their match.

James and Pinky are shaking hands with fans, signing autographs, and answering questions, and the fans love it. After a time they are informed they need to move on since other wrestlers need to conduct their meet-and-greet with the fans. James and Pinky move off down the hallway where they are met by Sin City Wrestling's "Stoner" Scott Oliver who wishes to have a pre-match interview with them.

Scott: James! Pinky! Please join me for an interview session.

James: What's on your mind Scott?

Pinky: Make the questions good or we will leave you hanging by yourself.

Scott: James how are you feeling knowing both you and Dmitri came off losses at High Stakes vi and now you are meeting what some declare as one of the best Tag Teams in the business?

James: What the F*bleep*? One of the best Tag Teams in the business? Are you high on drugs again?

Scott: Why would you say that?

James: If Monstimals are one of the best Tag Teams in the business why haven't they held the Tag Title Belts yet? Oh yeah really one of the best when you can't get the job done.

Scott: You and Dmitri haven't held the Tag Titles yet.

James: Because I was holding the Roulette Championship and we were prevented from challenging for the Tag Team Championship. You can talk to Pinky as I'm done with you Scott. Dumb questions like that make people turn violent and beat some heads in. I will NOT talk to you later. Bye!

Tuscini storms off waving a middle finger in the direction of Scott Oliver. As James stomps down the hallway toward the entrance area Pinky del Ferrando is left to finish the interview with Scott.

Scott: That was awkward.

Pinky: No it was not awkward, Scott, that was you being an ass. Now find your way to asking me decent questions or I'm also storming off down the hallway to leave you to yourself.

Scott: Do you feel there might be interference on the part of Raab and McPherson in the match tonight?

Pinky: No I don't feel there will be interference by our opponents. I have two reasons for that. The first is that although Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson are about as strange as they come in the sport of wrestling I don't see them as the type of wrestlers who need to resort to cheating for a win. The second reason is if anyone attempts to get to the ring to interfere in the match to benefit The Monstimals I will beat them down so hard they will be in the Intensive Care Unit for a minimum of one week.

Scott: Isn't that a bit extreme?

Pinky: What? A bit extreme you ask? I was kidnapped by Shipman and his goons. I was beat down and pissed on by Shipman and his associates. I was kidnapped and beaten by Andreas and Silas while they were cheating for Steve Ramone. So you think I'm the one being extreme Scott? I will do whatever the hell it takes to keep interference away from all matches James is involved in. I will take anyone out regardless of who they are or who they think they are. I am not serving as Manager for James Tuscini only for the purpose of getting matches booked. I'm serving as his Manager to ensure he is safe before, during, and after his matches. Anyone want to challenge this 63 year old Full-Blooded Sicilian Italian? Huh? Bring it the F*bleep* on and see what happens to you!

Scott: You are scaring me Pinky. This interview session is over. I need a strong drink.

Pinky: Been nice talking with you Scott. Next time don't ask stupid questions and I won't go ballistic on you.

Pinky del Ferrando turns and walks down the same hallway James Tuscini did a short time before. The cameraman keeps focused on Pinky until he gets down the hallway where he cannot see him any longer and then the camera crew cuts the feed to that camera.




Simone: Coming up next we will see two of the roughest, toughest and nastiest tag teams in SCW wage war in a match that Jet City will be watching very closely as The Monstimals take on The Unholy Alliance!

Adams: very, very closely as Jet City, taking a break from the fiesta backstage, have joined us at the table.

Jason: The party is important and all, but if we are going to keep these titles we should probably at least take a look at what the other teams have to throw at us.

Simone: Either way, this should be an interesting match-up, and we are always happy to have the champions with us at the table.

Kris: Totally his idea, not mine.

Adams: Raab and McPherson recently made their return to SCW and they have the tag titles in their sights, however Tuscini and Dmitri are undefeated as a tag team and whilst James did lose the Roulette Title to Steve Ramone at High Stakes vi he is looking to bounce back from the loss and end the year undefeated!

Simone: However, as we saw with Jessie Salco's desire to end the year as World Bombshell Champion wanting to end the year a certain way and ending the year that way are two different things! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall!

Monster and Animal, I Have Become (mash up) by Skillet and Three Days Grace play over the sound system as Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab come through the curtain with Henry Losak behind them as they walk side by side together to the ring, ignoring the fans as they step over the top rope together while Henry goes through the middle rope.

Justin: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Henry Losak, at a total combined weight of 530lbs, Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson, The Monstimals!

Raab and Samuel do a holdup in the ring with the fans booing on them as Henry steps out of the ring with Raab and Samuel stand in the ring waiting for the match to start.

Jason: I am pretty sure that these two could break every bone in our bodies one at a time and enjoy breaking the last one as much as much as they did the first one.

Simone: I don't think we've ever had a more imposing team than the duo of Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson.

Adams: Unless you count The Fallen from the Bombshell Division!

Kris: Well, at least we know there are people more impressive than those Elder Bitches. I kind of feel like we were just awarded these titles.

Justin: And their opponents!

Mind Crawler hits the entrance way as the arena goes black and a golden spotlight hits on the entrance way as James Tuscini walks to the arena as the fans react to him. Extending their arms as the wrestler looks around and reacts to the crowd as Uncle Pinky walks behind him.

Justin: At a total combined weight of 540lbs, James Tuscini and Dmitri, The Unholy Alliance!

The two play the crowd handing out high fives and shaking hands. They reach the ring as Dmitri and Ekaterina emerges and the crowd goes silent for them. Staring down the big vampire as he walks to the ring, ignoring the fans before climbing on the apron and stepping over the ring rope. There he high fives Tuscini before focusing his attention back to the opponents in the ring.

Simone: We've already mentioned James losing the Roulette Title to Steve Ramone at High Stakes vi but Dmitri also lost his match at the Supercard in his latest attempt to win the World Championship from J2H so both James and Dmitri want to bounce back and keep their undefeated streak going!

Kris: Is it weird that I remember J2H being a lot less successful than he is now? Was that some kind of drug induced fever dream?

Adams: Not at all. Strange to think that the kid who was once so bad at wrestling that he not only made those prison guards who let Ted Bundy escape twice look like Employee or the Year material but we were shocked when he won the Roulette Title a couple of years back has now held the Word Title for a little under a year!

Jason: He's kind of a dick too. I guess you kind of have to be to try to stake a guy in the middle of a match.

Drew waits for the two teams to decide who's going to start the match but the wait isn't that long as Dmitri and Samuel McPherson practically force their way into the ring, he doesn't get a chance to explain the rules to the two big men either because they immediately charge at each other and begin brawling prompting Drew to call for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: Dmitri and McPherson can't wait to go at it!

Adams: These two teams want to be Jet City's first challengers for the belts, off course they can't wait!

Kris: Hey, the faster they get started, the faster we can get back the party, feel me?

Drew tries to separate them but this has the rather predictable result of not working so he backs off only intervening if he sees any rule infraction and the fans love him for it, a few minutes into the brawl McPherson manages to back Dmitri into a neutral corner and Drew seizes his opportunity to break up the brawl forcing McPherson to back off, however whilst Drew has his back turned Lord Raab comes up from behind Dmitri and starts choking him with the tag rope.

Simone: Oh, come on!

Jason: Well if you're not cheating you aren't trying hard enough.

Adams: Turn around Drew!

Kris: Come on you two, cut the guy a break! This is tag team strategy at its finest.

By the time Drew turns around Lord Raab has released his stranglehold leaving Dmitri winded and gasping for breath but he doesn't get much of a respite before McPherson pounces on him driving a double axe handle into his back before dropping him with a DDT, McPherson goes for the first cover of the match 1......2......and Dmitri kicks out, James has been absolutely livid watching this happen from the outside of the ring and as soon as Dmitri kicks out James tries to enter the ring but Drew stops him leaving the Monstimals to double team Dmitri in their corner as they take turns stomping away at him.

Jason: That's not smart...

Simone: Right now, James's distraction is doing more harm than good!

Adams: As is often the case in tag team matches!

Kris: That is why we are so a better team. I would just stand there and enjoy someone beating the hell out of Jason.

At one point James looks ready to deck Drew if it meant stopping the blatant rule breaking by the Monstimals but Drew manages to calm him down and James heads out onto the apron, by the time Drew turns around the Monstimals have stopped their double teaming and McPherson uses the opportunity to tag in Lord Raab who proceeds to assault Dmitri with uppercuts and shoulder tackles in the corner before bringing him back out and hitting him with a Powerbomb! Lord Raab goes for the cover 1......2......and Dmitri kicks out!

Simone: Any other wrestler would've been pinned by now because of the Monstimals efforts.

Adams: But thanks to the Thunderdome Match at High Stakes vi we know that Dmitri isn't just any wrestler!

Kris: I cannot even say that the guy is not scary good inside the ring. It sucks the towel got thrown in on his behalf though. I was kind of looking forward to him getting out of it, or being reduced to a pile of ash... either way.

Lord Raab shakes his head before picking up Dmitri only for him to be caught by surprise by Dmitri as he starts to fight back hitting Raab with an uppercut that sends him stumbling towards the ring ropes before hitting McPherson with a right hand that has enough force to knock the big man off the apron, when Dmitri turns around Raab grabs him by the throat and goes for a Chokeslam but Dmitri kicks him in the stomach and plants him with a Suplex! Dmitri goes for the cover 1.......2......and McPherson makes the save!

Jason: McPherson showing James the right way to enter the ring from the apron.

Simone: Dmitri didn't do enough to make sure that McPherson wasn't in position to break up the pin!

Kris: That's what makes tag action so much more difficult than singles matches. You have to wear someone down and neutralize their partner at the same time.

Adams: Even so he's making his comeback!

McPherson drags Dmitri to the Monstimal's corner where Raab tags him in and the two big men go for a Double Suplex on Dmitri, Dmitri manages to block the attempt however and, in an incredible show of strength that surprises everyone including his own partner, manages to hit both men with a Double Suplex! Lord Raab rolls out of the ring leaving Dmitri alone to go for the cover on McPherson 1.......2.......and McPherson kicks out!

Kris: Holy shit....

Simone: What an incredible feat of strength by Dmitri!

Jason: I cannot even pretend like that wasn't impressive.

Adams: But what did it take out of him? He was already beaten up before this and after this? He needs to tag in Tuscini!

Both Dmitri and McPherson are down for the count and it becomes obvious that both men need a tag, James cheers up Dmitri from the Unholy Alliances corner whilst Lord Raab gets back on the apron ready for McPherson to tag him in, the Monstimals get the tag first and Lord Raab tries to stop Dmitri in his tracks with a jumping elbow drop only for it to miss when Dmitri rolls out of the way giving Dmitri the chance he needs to make the tag!

Simone: And here comes Tuscini!

Kris: Getting the fresh guy in the ring was the smart move.

Adams: And if losing the Roulette Title didn't light a fire under him nothing will!

Jason: He has been dying to get in there from the start of this thing.

James comes into the match like a house on fire taking the fight right to Lord Raab with a series of punches before bouncing off the ropes and taking the big man down with a massive spear! James goes for the cover on Raab 1.......2.......and Raab kicks out, James doesn't let this stop him as he picks up Raab only to be hit with a massive uppercut to the jaw that sends him stumbling towards a neutral corner, this in turn has Lord Raab stumble towards the ropes where McPherson gets the blind tag in!

Kris: Was that a tag?

Simone: Why is McPherson tagging himself in? He was just knocked out cold!

Adams: I don't know but I think the Monstimals have a plan!

Jason: I am not sure James saw it happen either.

Lord Raab charges into the corner looking for an Avalanche Splash but James moves out of the way in the nick of time causing Raab to crash into the corner instead, Raab turns around and James grabs him by the throat!

Simone: No way, he's not going to try for the Demon Monster Chokeslam on Raab, is he?!

Kris: Someone is sure confident in themselves...

Adams: If he manages to hit this we might want to check the richter scale!

Jason: I don't think we are going to have that problem though.

James doesn't realize that McPherson is behind him waiting for his signal as he takes Raab up to the top rope, however once he's on the top rope Raab breaks free and grabs James by the throat before leaping......

Kris: This isn't gonna be pretty!

Simone: OH, MY GOD! SUPER MONSTIMALS KILL!

Adams: Are we seeing the end of the undefeated streak!?

Jason: That has to be it...

James looks like he's out cold and Dmitri tries to intervene only to be hit with the regular Monstimals Kill! The two monsters stack their opponents on top of each other and go for the double pin 1.......2......3!!!!!

Justin: Here are your winners, The Monstimals!

Simone: I can't believe it; the undefeated streak is over!

Adams: Not only that but both members of the Unholy Alliance got pinned, talk about a bad way to end the year!

Jason: And here we were thinking that we needed to be more worried about James and Dmitri.

Kris: I guess it was worth coming after all. At least we know what we are up against now.

Jet City takes off their headsets and stand from the announce table, with the tag team titles on their shoulders, applauding the winners. The Monstimals celebrate their win with Henry whilst Drew checks on the Unholy Alliance.

Adams: That was one hell of a match.

The match has ended between the Monstimals and the Unholy Alliance as the Monstimals are heading to the back when suddenly the Titan Tron is turning into black and white flashbacks that goes so fast that we cannot identify the figure that is being displayed as Raab stares at the camera with anger in his eyes.

Raab: Show yourself!!!!

Suddenly the music for Riding with the King from Eric Clapton and BB starts playing again as suddenly words are being shown reading: The King is coming.....

Raab's eyes are burning with anger at the screen as he is angry for not knowing who is coming for him.

Simone: I am lost for words...




The cameras open up backstage to find Evie Baang moving her way down the back hallways looking for someone in particular. Her face is hidden under her large wolf like hoodie as she almost sweeps her way through the back. Her movements were more ghost like than human at times as she effortlessly glided her way through the back halls, the sound of her large black pin point heels clicked against the floor reminding people that she was in fact alive and not some creature from the afterlife. As she rounds the nearest left hand corner she is bumped into by a female stage hand who looks shocked to see her.

Stagehand: Oh, I'm sorry Miss Baang... so sorry...

Evie looks down at the smaller girl and just snarls at her before cracking her neck to the side before taking a step around her.

Adams: Oh thank god, maybe Evie took on some of things Hot Stuff said about her?

Simone: I doubt it.

She continues on her path before she is stopped by the sound of her name being called out to her. Evie stops but she doesn't turn around as from behind Rocky Mountains can be seen rushing up towards her with a microphone in hand and a trophy in the other. Rocky quickly rushes in front of Evie and doesn't waste any time kicking things off.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Evie, you sure are hard to track down... I've been looking for you everywhere... I wanted to give you this.

Rocky hands over the gold trophy to Evie, who takes it in her right hand she looks down at it reading the writing on the nameplate of the golden statue "Future Star of the Year... Evie Baang" her grip around the trophy tightens but before she can react Rocky starts to speak.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Evie can I get your thoughts on being crowned the Future Star of Sin City Wrestling, previous winners include James Shark, Drake Green, Delia Darling, Melanie Gabrielle... surely that must make you feel good?

Evie sees the microphone come up towards her face and she quickly pushes Rocky's hand to the side, swiping the microphone out of her face. Rocky looks up at Evie her eyes widen as she takes a step up towards her.

Adams: Oh God not Rocky, she can't attack Rocky...

Simone: Clearly Hot Stuff's words didn't make an impact on her.

Evie locks her eyes on Rocky's and with a simple lick of her bright red lips, the Australian spoke to her.

Evie: Does this make me feel good?

She shakes her right hand with the trophy in it, showing Rocky what she was talking about.

Evie: Does it make me feel good to know that people think I'm the future of this company? That I'm a rising star... I couldn't give two fists of fuck all about this. I don't care for this... I don't need this to validate my stance in Sin City Wrestling... it's a fucking door stop in my mind... a paper fucking weight... a gloried mantelpiece prop... How does this make me feel? Livid... I'm not working my arse off to be considered a future fucking star of this company... I'm working my arse off because I AM a star in this company... like it of loathe it Rocky...

Evie's left hand comes up to meet her right hand and with a simple tug on the trophy she breaks the gold section away from the wooden base splitting it in two. The SCW Crowd boo loudly as Rocky goes to say something but Evie's harsh Australian accent cuts her off.

Evie: Rising Star... I'm more than a rising star... call me a shooting star because everyone that from here on out that gets lined up in front of me... will have a bullet with their name... no one will get past me like Kate did at High Stakes... I can guarantee it... and if anyone and I mean... anyone... backstage, from the past, from the fucking future wants to fight me on that... they can step the fuck up... and they will learn what happens when you ride to close to the sun... you get fucking burnt.

The Australian drops the two pieces of the trophy towards Rocky but not at her so they just simply fallen to her feet with a smashing sound as the golden part crashes into pieces. Rocky looks down at it in disgust as Evie just licks her lips proudly.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why are you so angry and mean all the time?

The right hand side of Evie's lip curls up as she smirks down towards Rocky.

Evie: I'm not angry... I'm just disinterested in the notions of other people... if I was angry... you wouldn't be breathing. Simple fucking fact.

With that said and done the Aussie took a step to the side walking over her broken trophy before leaving the scene with Rocky standing their gobsmacked.

Adams: Did she just verbally threaten Rocky?

Simone: I'm not sure... she talks in riddles...

Adams: Hot Stuff is going to be so mad.

Simone: I've seen people be disrespectful but I have NEVER seen someone smash their trophy before.




We cut to the backstage area and the first thing we are able to see is the returning Cindy Warren. That's right Nurse Cindy is indeed in the building tonight. She is all smiles as she is holding a microphone in her hands and we can hear an instrumental playing in the background. She looks into the cameras as she begins to speak.

Cindy: Hello everyone! You might have remember me from a while ago. But I am the woman who at one time teamed up with Candy Overton and we formed the Sweet Nurses. I was always in the hunt of the Roulette title but never was able to grab it. I chased after the Internet Championship in that very first match but didn't manage to win. Most of all I received shot after shot at the Tag Titles but it wasn't meant to be. Anyway the reason why I am here today is because it's a Warren family reunion of sorts.

Cindy smiles as she looks into the camera.

Cindy: We have Todd here better known as Teddy. Kate Steele-Warren his wife. Todd's sister Dawn Warren, and of course my husband Jimmy the good Doctor. What should we expect out of today?! Well knowing our Internet Champion it must be something big. Something amazing! Do you hear that music playing in the background?! I believe they call that the #MannequinChallenge

The cameras move as they show us Jimmy and Todd arguing with each other but they are frozen. Dawn is on all fours as the blue haired Kate Steele-Warren is on top of her. She is holding the belt high up into the air, and the camera pans around them as nobody is moving. Finally the music fades out and Kate jumps off of her sister in law's back. Kate grins as she places her championship over her shoulders as she grins in anticipation.

Kate: It's your one and only #InternetQueen Despy eat your heart out buddy! Because your true Internet Champion has arrived. Now on behalf of everything Internet I just want to ask you all if you had an amazing Thanksgiving.

Teddy: Timeout how are you going to ask people that?! You are English they don't celebrate Thanksgiving in England! Stop lying to us you heathen Chelsea fanatic scum!!!!!

Kate: But... But... I am AMERICANIZED! I lived here since I was 12. I spent 13 years in America so it's acceptable. Anyway we celebrated Teddy's 30th birthday last night! Such an oldie! Ha I still got 5 years to catch up.

Teddy: Yeah....Yeah.... Rub it in.

Kate: Anyway it was also our fourth year anniversary of our marriage such an amazing time that we had. Such a good dinner too.

Teddy: Oh It was wasn't it? Kate what did we have for Thanksgiving let alone our Anniversary?!

Kate: Well if you really want to know... We got to eat some..... Ahem.... LOOK AT HERE! LOOK! I GOT GREENS BEANS POTATOES TOMATOES, HAM, LAMB PORK LOINSSSSSSSS!!!

Cindy: YOU NAME IT!!!!!!!!!!

Teddy: YOU NAME IT!!!!!!!!!!!

Kate giggles as she looks at her championship.

Kate: You know it's quite funny. These past two weeks. Everybody keeps asking for a shot at the World title. What is this nonsense?! They are acting like are on the Oprah show. You know the episode where she gave away cars. You get a car! You get a car!

Teddy: Errbody get's a car!

Kate: That's how this whole World championship picture is like. My good buddy Melody Grace Wants a shot!

Teddy: Yet Katey beat her! Ended that streak!

Kate: Mikah wanted one!

Teddy: Katey beat her!

Kate: Salco asked for one.

Teddy: And got beat by me in the Roulette title match earlier in the year.

Kate: Everyone is getting beat! I end streaks but yet it's like I am quiet in the whole mix. Well you know what I want?! For people to step up and challenge me. Hell maybe I should get a shot too while you are at it, but that's not why I am here. The real reason I am here is because despite ending her unbeaten streak I still want another piece of Evie BAANG! It's not over yet even though I beat her. I want her again. I want to hear her scream. I want to see her cry. I want to wrestle her until she can't fight anymore.

Teddy: Spoken well from our Submission Queen.

Kate: I guess what I want more than anything is to give her a chance at this Internet Championship. A chance to shut down the Kate Web. A chance to disconnect it and a match to end our rivalry once and for all. End it to the point where the other can't go anymore. What we call that is an I Quit match! So whoever can make it happen. Evie if you are listening. Do you accept my challenge or are you one to simply go out with a BAANG and be done with it. I await to hear what you have to say!

With that all of the Warrens leave, as we fade on this image.




The cameras again cut to backstage where the Jet City Championship fiesta is taking place. However, instead of going inside the party this time, the cameras are set up on the entrance to the locker room, with the door opening and Kris stepping outside. He has a smile on his face, but closes the door gently and leans against the wall, looking down at the floor. His half of the SCW Tag Team Championships is belted around his waist, but turned around backwards. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and clicks the screen on, starting to scroll through his missed messages. He hears approaching footsteps, and looks up from his phone to be surprised. Mikah appears in front of him, dressed to compete in the main event later that night with her new t-shirt on covering her torso.

Mikah: I heard that you were throwing a little celebration tonight.

She tilts her head to the side, slightly smiling as if she was trying to be nice.He clicks the screen of his phone off and slides it back into his pocket. He takes a second, looking her up and down.

Kris: I am not sure we have met, have we?

He tries to keep a straight face through it, but it starts to crack when he pushes it a step further.

Kris: Wait, aren't you that chick that is going to end the night as the NEW SCW Bombshell Champion?

She smiles before raising her eyebrow.

Mikah: That is the plan. Can't let Crystal get any closer to breaking my record, can we?

She places her hands on her slender hips before trying to peek around him into the room.

Mikah: And you're the guy that won the match for those shiny belts, right?

She tucks her hair behind her ears, almost forgetting that he was only ? of the tag team championships. Kris laughs, and nods very lightly a couple times.

Kris: That would be me. Party planner tag team champion right here. I told you that I did not need luck. Apparently you didn't either though. Winning at High Stakes and then getting a title shot is a hell of a roll to be on, right? They kinda killed my momentum giving me the night off.

He shrugs.

Kris: Can't mess up the undefeated streak if I am not in the ring though, so I guess I should be thanking them.

She mimics his shrugs with a smile on her face.

Mikah: I don't know if I would be thanking them. But that's just me.

She shrugs again before glancing around the hallway for a moment.Kris smiles, following her eyes down the hallway.

Kris: It is almost like you ditched a bodyguard again and are trying to figure out if he has found you.

She wrinkles her nose in slight annoyance.

Mikah: He's around here somewhere. Just don't know where at the moment.

She shrugs it off as if it wasn't a big deal that she'd ditched her bodyguard.

Mikah: You know, if I didn't have a big match to prepare for, I'd probably, maybe have a drink with you to celebrate but gotta be prepared.

He nods back towards the party.

Kris: This thing is going all night, even after we go off the air. Go win that title and bring yourself back over here and we can celebrate that too. I am hoping we get wild enough that management will think better of letting us have a whole night off ever again.

He smiles widely. She laughs a bit before raising an eyebrow.

Mikah: They pretty much ignore it; I once threw a little casino shindig and didn't get in trouble.

She glances over her shoulder, glancing down the other end of the hallway as a noise is made. It gets Kris' attention as well, and he laughs.

Kris: Sounds like maybe your buddy is getting close to finding you. Tell you what, why don't you bail out of here and I will send him off a different direction. It is the least I can do to help you prepare to win that title later.

She chuckles before raising an eyebrow at him.

Mikah: Just a curious question, why do you want me to win tonight? Just curious...

He laughs, much harder than before and actually raises his hand up to cover it. He takes a few seconds to compose himself.

Kris: I could say it was totally about you, but that would be a lie. Crystal and I go back a little bit. There is a little bit of a rivalry there inspired by the fact that she sucks at a particular video game. I enjoy watching her lose.

He pauses for a second, but then gives another reason that sounds more believable.

Kris: You are also a person with a terrible reputation that appears to be here wanting to do things the right way for once. I can relate to that. If you pull it off, who is to say that I can't do the same thing?

She looks at him, her head tilted to the ride before she smiles just a little.

Mikah: I guess that makes sense. But my own reasons for wanting the championship are totally selfish. I'll admit that right here.

She leans in just a bit and lowers her 'voice.

Mikah: And if I can change the way I am, who's to say that you can't?

He laughs again, and reaches down, spinning the title around his waist to face the right direction. His 'voice is just as low as hers.

Kris: I didn't win this thing just so that people would be happy. I won it because eventually my brother is going to not be able to do this anymore, and I am only one step away from being a Triple Crown Champion. We are all selfish.

Mikah: That's true but I never had any interest in any of the other championships that SCW has to offer. I've always had my eyes on the Bombshell title. What's that say about me?

She shrugs before glancing down the hallway again but in the opposite direction of the noise they'd heard a few second earlier.

Kris: It says that you are confident in your ability to hold it long enough to be put in the Hall of Fame later on. Me, on the other hand, I think I have a better shot at holding them all once, then holding any of them for a really long time. Either way, the payoff is the same for both of us.

There are footsteps approaching the two of them now, and Kris follows the sound of them with his eyes on the end of the hallway.

Kris: You better get out of here though. Go knock Crystal down a peg. Maybe whisper in her ear during the match that I think she sucks. That could gain you an edge.

Mikah shakes her head with a smile on her face as a chuckle escapes her lips.

Mikah: Crystal does need to be knocked down a peg and I haven't lost to her yet. So here's to hoping history repeats itself.

Mikah waves before walking off in the opposite direction. Kris coughs into his hand lightly, and then wipes at his eyes, making them turn slightly red from the irritation. He moves off towards the direction footsteps were coming from, stumbling forward as if he were intoxicated.

Kris: JET CITY GONNA BURN THIS BITCH TO THE GROUND TONIGHT!




The crowd inside the arena was going crazy as the action tonight has been off the charts. The crowd is starting to quiet down until "Smooth" begins to blare over the loud speakers. A thunderous boo emerges from the audience as Travis Nathaniel Andrews storms through the curtain.

Simone: Here comes Travis and he doesn't look happy.

Adams: When is he happy?

Simone: Good point.

Travis gets halfway down the ramp as Ruby Rose runs through the curtain to catch up to him. She finally reaches him as she places a hand on his chest. She playfully slides her finger up and down before telling him to wait. Travis brushes right past her and hops up onto the ring apron.

Simone: The look on his face tells the entire story.

Adams: This year hasn't been his year. Loss after loss, I wonder if he will quit while he is still behind.

Travis enters the ring, walks right up to Justin Decent and hovers over the microphone.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: If you know what's good for you then you would get the hell out of my ring.

Justin obliges while giving Travis the microphone. Justin leaves the ring as Travis stands directly in the middle of it.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Two years. For two fucking years, I have busted my ass for this company. I have taken on anyone and everyone. From that walking insect Casey Williams to the bizarre Chris Shipman. I have beaten almost everyone placed before me. I ended Thaddeus Stones career. I defeated James Tuscini twice in one calendar year. I even made Chris Shipman tap the fuck out. Now tell me, with credentials like that I should have tasted championship gold right. You would think so but someone doesn't want a true star holding gold. No, they want spoiled brats who treat the world championship like some trinket you can just toss out. They want wanna be porn stars who think making pornos is more important than this company. They want a child representing them. Do you see where I am going with this?

Travis pauses to see if the audience is paying attention.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: It's obvious you have no clue what I am talking about since you all are part of the fucking problem. I try my hardest to get people to come here. The reason our Japanese tour was a success was because of me. When we were in the Middle East, I made our ratings spike higher than ever before. When Christian Underwood and Mark Ward need someone to headline a press conference, I'm the one who steps up. I do a lot for this company and yet I am treated like this. While J2H disappears for months prior to My Bloody valentine and leaves with the championship belt. Hell, our tag team belts are on a guy who left because he couldn't handle the pressure. Why is it that I bust my ass and get nothing for it? But then those who don't give a damn about this place get rewarded. Am I missing something? Can someone please explain it to me?

Travis continues to walk around as he leans up against the ring ropes.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: On second thought, fuck your explanations. I'm done trying to be the motherfucking savior. For now on, I'm done doing shit for others. It's time that I stop letting these oxygen stealing, spotlight hogging troglodytes jump the line before me. The year maybe over but 2017 will be the year I turn things around. Starting with next week. Next week, I am sending an open challenge to any fucker in the back who wants to get a fucking beating. Fun and games are over. It's time for blood. Oh you don't like it. Well, you better just DEAL WITH IT.

Travis flings the microphone out of the ring as "Smooth" begins to play once again. Travis doesn't say another word as he exits the ring.




Simone: Two weeks ago, Steve Ramone finally won back the Roulette Title from James Tuscini in a hotly contested Prison Cell match, apparently, Steve spent the whole two weeks since then celebrating on some tropical island with Kaylee and her "friends".

Adams: What I wouldn't give to be in Steve's shoes right now!

Simone: As Jason just indicated, Steve isn't here tonight but he did send in this video message.

The camera cuts to the titentron where we see Steve Ramone lying on a deck chair clad in a pair of swimming trunks by the pool and in the background we can see a luxury house, he is surrounded by beautiful bikini clad women, Kaylee included, and has a shit eating grin on his face.

Steve: It's often been said that it's not how you start, it's how you finish, well this year I started as the Roulette Champion and now? I'm ending it as Roulette Champion.

Steve says as he picks up the Roulette Title, we can see some of the women kissing each other and Steve's grin grows wider.

Steve: James doesn't want a rematch? That's fine, he never earned the shot that ended my first reign in the first place and he's a damn thief! I don't give a shit if he and Dmitri steal the Tag Titles from Jet City either but what I do care about is who I'm facing next for the Roulette Title.

Steve adds as Kaylee walks over and whispers in his ear, his grin grows even wider as the women go inside the house.

Steve: I'll cut this short because as soon as I go into that house I'm in for a hell of a time! Next week I'm starting the Steve Ramone Open Invitational, if anyone wants a shot at me for Christmas, all they must do is just show up during my promo!

Steve says before standing up and going into the house as the camera cuts to ringside.




Justin: The following contest is your main event of the evening and is for the SCW Bombshell championship! Introducing first, the challenger...

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

Justin: From New York City, New York, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is Mikah!

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Justin: And her opponent...

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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, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the SCW Bombshell champion, she is 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.

As Crystal's music starts to fade out, the referee is already checking over Mikah to make sure no hidden objects are in her clothes. He does the same procedure to Crystal as he takes the Bombshell Championship. He holds it out front of Mikah then hoists it up into the air. He spins three times before moving towards the ring technicians.

Adams: This should be a very good main event.

Simone: Two of our top bombshells will duke it out.

Adams: Do you think Crystal can beat Mikah?

The referee leans back through the ropes and double checks both women to see if they are ready. Simultaneously head nods are a clear indicator that both women are indeed ready for the battle about to take place. He nods his head following and waggles his finger towards the time keeper.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Here we go

Adams: Oh boy

The bell sounds as Mikah steps out of her corner and moves to her right as Crystal is moving to her right as well. They circle each other for a few minutes before locking up in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Mikah has a slight height advantage on Crystal which she uses to take control early. She places Crystal in a side headlock while squeezing tightly. Crystal flails her arms out before slamming her fist directly into Mikah's ribcage. Shot after shot connects as Mikah shoots Crystal off towards the ropes. Crystal rebounds and catches Mikah with a shoulder block.

Mikah falls to the mat as Crystal runs toward the opposite side of the ring. She bounces off those ropes, leaps over Mikah before getting caught with a hip toss. Mikah goes right back to the side headlock as she squeezes her arm tighter around the neck of Crystal. Crystal is trying to place her hand in between the crook of Mikah's arm and her own neck. Crystal once again goes to the ribcage but this time she uses the point of her elbow. Mikah loosens her grip as Crystal tries to run but Mikah grabs a handful of hair and slings Crystal down to the canvas.

Simone: Mikah goes for the hair first.

Adams: this match is going to get bowling shoe ugly.

The back of Crystal's head bounces off the canvas as Mikah bounces off the ropes, leaps into the air before dropping a leg down across the neck. Mikah goes for the quick pin attempt thinking she has this in the bag.

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The referee is only able to get a one count before Crystal kicked out. Mikah gets up to one knee before slamming multiple right hands into the skull of Crystal. Blow after blow as minimal effect as Crystal is slow to block them. Mikah gets back up to her feet and drags Crystal back up to hers by using her hair. The referee admonishes Mikah for using the hair but she just flips her hand towards him. While holding Crystal by the hair, she repeatedly strikes with headbutts but each shot does more damage to Mikah then Crystal. After the final headbutt, Mikah is seen staggering while Crystal is down to one knee.

Mikah regains her footing and moves toward Crystal. Mikah reaches out to grab Crystal but Crystal fires off a wheel kick which knocks Mikah down to the mat. Crystal takes this time to shake the cobwebs loose before catching Mikah with a basement Dropkick as she was getting back up. The crowd doesn't seem to be into this match as Crystal decides to taunt Mikah by flicking her hair.

Simone: Unlike football, there are no penalties for taunting.

Adams: No, but you do get worse.

As Crystal continues to taunt, Mikah as gotten back up and once again slams Crystal back down to the canvas. Mikah goes for an elbow drop but Crystal moves out of the way. Mikah strikes the mat with her elbow as she rolls around in pain. Crystal notices it as she immediately begins to work over that arm. Crystal grabs the arm, twists it before slamming her right fist into it. Blow after blow, Mikah can be heard screaming as Crystal proceeds to lock in an armbar.

Mikah bites her lip trying not to scream as the referee is asking if she wants to quit. Mikah shoots him a dirty look before reaching over with her good arm and raking the eyes of Crystal. The move proved to be effective as Mikah rolls out of the ring. Crystal is staggering around as Mikah shakes some feeling back into her arm. A fan at ringside whistles at her as Mikah scoffs. She turns her attention to the fan as Crystal slides right into Mikah.

Mikah flies forward a bit as Crystal is now standing on the arena floor. Mikah turns to face her but is greeted by a wicked forearm shot. Crystal strikes with another and another before grabbing a hold of Mikah and slamming her into the barricade. Mikah bounces off it as Crystal slams her hips into the side of Mikah's head. Mikah slumps forehead a bit as Crystal admires her handiwork. She doesn't take long to taunt this time as she grabs a hold of Mikah's hair and drags her around the ringside area.

The referee is ordering Crystal back into the ring as she whips Mikah back first into another section of the barricade. The referee continues to yell at her as she ignores him.

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The referee begins to count both women out as Crystal picks Mikah back up and whips her shoulder first into the steel steps.

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The referee is at a count of five as Crystal rolls in and back out just to break the count up.

Simone: Crystal looks like she wants to punish Mikah.

Adams: I'm thinking this is a message to the other bombshells.

Crystal hovers over Mikah as a sinister smirk appears on her face. Crystal bends down to pick Mikah up but Mikah grabs a handful of her tights. With one solid tug, Crystal slams face first into the steel steps. Crystal immediately places her hands over her face as Mikah gingerly gets back up to a vertical base.

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The referee had restarted the count as Mikah grabs a hold of Crystal. She feigns throwing her back into the ring. Instead, she tosses her directly into the barricade. Mikah rolls back into the ring then back out. The referee doesn't seem to be thrilled that these ladies are fighting out of the ring.

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He restarts his count as Mikah smashes a knee against Crystal's head. Crystal falls to her knees as Mikah leaps up onto the barricade. She measures Crystal before jumping off with a double axe handle to the back. Crystal stumbles forward as Mikah is following her. Crystal staggers as Mikah grabs her by the trunks and tosses her back into the ring.

Simone: Back inside the ring we go

Adams: both ladies are putting it all on the line tonight.

Crystal is just getting back to her feet as Mikah rolls back into the ring. Crystal greets her with multiple stomps to the back. The referee admonishes Crystal as she yells at him. She lets go of the ring ropes and drapes Mikah across the middle one. Crystal sprints across one side of the ring, then comes back as she strikes with double knees to the spine. Mikah yelps as Crystal slides out, slaps Mikah hard across the face and slides back in. A loud ooh from the crowd is heard after the slap as Crystal grabs Mikah by the hair before leaping backwards for a Sitout mat slam.

Crystal goes for the pin attempt as Mikah is down.

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Mikah just barely rolls the shoulder up as Crystal goes for the cover again.

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Mikah once again kicks out as Crystal gets right into the referees face. She is screaming that it was a three but he keeps telling her it was a two. As she continues to argue with the ref, Mikah sneaks up behind and rolls Crystal up.

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Crystal kicks out while complaining that Mikah had a handful of her tights. The referee tells Crystal to grow up which causes her to shove him. A look of shock comes over his face as he raises his hand up. He goes to waggle his finger but stops. He turns to Crystal and tells her to fight.

Adams: Crystal just touched the referee and he isn't going to disqualify her.

Crystal screams as Mikah catches her flush with the French TKO.

Simone: Mikangelo, chalk this one up.

Mikah goes for the cover.

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Right as the referees hand was coming down for three, Crystal shoots her arm up which catches Mikah by surprise.

Adams: Crystal kicked out!

Simone: The look on Mikah's face sums it up.

Mikah can't believe it. She sits in a seated position before shooting back up to her feet. She paces back and forth wondering what to do next. She goes to pick Crystal up but gets caught in a small package.

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Mikah kicks out as she rolls back out to the floor. The referee orders her back inside as Crystal is getting back up to her feet. She is holding the back of her head while scanning the arena. She sees Mikah on the floor, sprints toward her and leaps through the ropes. She connects with a suicide dive which knocks Mikah back first into the barricade. Chants of this is awesome floods the arena as Crystal continues to pound on Mikah.

Crystal gets back up to her feet and grabs a handful of Mikah's hair. She drags her around the floor.

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The referee had started to count again as Crystal slams Mikah face first into the steel steps. Crystal does this repeatedly while shouting into Mikah's ear. Crystal is about to smash Mikah's face for the tenth time until Mikah blocks it and slams Crystal's face instead. Crystal grasps at her face while walking away from ringside.

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The referee is about to call the match until he stops again. He motions to the time keeper to not ring the bell.

Simone: Smart call by the referee. This match deserves to have a definitive winner.

Crystal is halfway up the ramp as Mikah catches her with a stiff forearm shot to the base of the neck. Crystal falls face first onto the steel grating as Mikah lifts Crystal up. A small pool of blood had formed as Mikah drags Crystal back towards the ring. A camera shows Crystal's face dawning a Crimson mask as Mikah flings her back inside.

Adams: Oh man, those movie good looks are no more for Crystal.

Simone: What does Mikah have in mind?

Mikah quickly follows her back inside the ring. She goes to clothesline Crystal but Crystal ducks the attempt. Mikah stumbles forward just slightly. She finally catches her footing, goes to turn around but gets met with a wicked chick kick to the side of her head.

Simone: Smells Like Roses. Crystal hit that from out of nowhere.

Adams: Could this be it?

Crystal's momentum from the kick sees he fall directly on top of Mikah as the referee slides into position.

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The referee calls for the bell as the entire arena breaks out into a chorus of boos.

Justin: Here is your winner and still World Bombshell Champion......Crystal Millar.

The referee raises Crystal's arm high as she is handed her championship.

Simone: Crystal did it. She defeated Mikah and retained her championship.

Adams: The question remains who will knock her off.

Simone: I don't know.

Crystal is helped up to her feet by her husband as she lifts the championship belt high into the air.

Adams: Crystal has finally broke her losing streak one on one with Mikah.

Simone: And that's all we have time for this week, join us next week on Climax Control!

Adams: G'night everybody!




THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Annie, Dustin, The Lord MK, Jenny, Erik, Gerrit, Marge, Jet City, Todd, Wong, Court. Also to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed.