Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Bren Events Center in Irvine, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

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 the rows of seats around the building. 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 Bren Events Center in Irvine, California 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 POPS for the flamboyant hostess of SCW, as she dances her way out onto the stage, dressed as a high school cheerleader, complete with pom-poms in one hand, and the house mic in the other. As the music begins, so does the performance.

Amanda: Your sports team is vastly inferior
That simple fact is plainly obvious to see
We're gonna kick your collective posterior
Of course you realize we're speaking figuratively
Our stats are thoroughly impressive
Our coach really has the Midas touch
Our players are fast and strong and brave
And your guys, eh, not so much

In fact we've played teams across the nation
And you're the worst one we've come across
Try to assimilate that information
And it just might help you cope with your impending loss
Oh, and if somehow we are still failing
To effectively articulate the points at hand
Allow us now to summarize them in a manner
That your feeble brains can understand

We're great (we're great)
And you suck (you suck)
We're great (we're great)
And you suck (you suck)
We're great (we're great)
And you suck (you suck)
You see there's us (we're great)
And then there's you (you suck)
We're really, really great (really great)
In contrast, you really suck (really suck)
Okay, full disclosure, we're not that great
But nevertheless, you suck

Your sports team will soon suffer swift defeat
That theory's backed up by empirical evidence
We're gonna grind up your guys into burger meat
Again, of course, we're speaking in the figurative sense
What's the use of even going through the motions
When you know that you're gonna lose anyhow
So why don't you save us all some time
And give up now (you suck!)

The crowd applauds as Amanda prances about the stage to blow kisses and she then vanishes backstage, behind the curtains.

Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to Irvine, California for Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone...

Adams: And I'm wondering why we can't taste our own tongues - er, I'm also Jason Adams.

Simone: I'd act surprised but I've come to expect the unexpected with you, Jason.

Adams: Ah! A challenge!

Simone: Indeed. Tonight we have eight big matches...

Adams: Eight? I thought we had nine.

Simone: Rage versus Samuel Devereux was postponed, remember?

Adams: Oh yeah! I understand Samuel pulled something after a night partying with Jamie Dean.

Simone: And Rage missed his flight while watching a "Shameless" marathon. Anyway, tonight we have the long awaited debut of Teddy Warren opens things up tonight as he faces Leon Black!

Adams: I understand Teddy wanted a t shirt that reads 'Beware the Hair' but Angel threatened him with legal action.

Simone: Then the Bombshells are up next as former World Champion Raynin takes on former Roulette Champion, Veronica Taylor!

Adams: It's a battle of former champions where Raynin seeks the bear whom she loves -- and Veronica? Well nobody loves her.

Simone: that was harsh, Jason. No matter how accurate it might be.

Adams: Then more Battle of the Bombshells when the Mean Girls' own Mercedes Vargas takes on a mean girl in her own right, Chelsea Payne!

Simone: neither of these women play nice with others so you really have to feel sorry for whoever the poor schlep is that's refereeing that one.

Adams: And more Bombshells are next, literally because it's a tag team match!

Simone: It's been awhile since we've seen Team technicolor but Remi and Edie are indeed back but they have their work cut out for them as they face the new and formidable duo of Odette Stevens and Evie Baang!

Adams: Have Evie and Odette named their team yet?

Simone: Not yet. Odette has asked for aid in that endeavor on twitter recently. Why? Do you have an idea?

Adams: I thought they could take a cue from Ben and Jamie and use their first initials and call themselves EIEIO.

Simone: ..... You mention that to them.

Adams: I will, thanks!

Simone: This evening we will determine the number one challenger for Despayre's Internet Championship when Calvin Harris goes one on one against Xander Bishop!

Adams: You know that one will be wild! It always is when gold is on the line, or a potential chance at gold!

Simone: And both of these men have already taken an immediate dislike towards each other on social media so that will only intensify things between them.

Adams: Then we have another tag match when the former champions, the Elders, take on the Unholy Alliance!

Simone: Last week we saw the Elders make a suggestion for SCW's first tag team battle royals to decide the number one challengers for both sets of gold. I understand Mark and Christian are still debating the merits of that idea and whether or not to go along with it.

Adams: Mark and Christian have opposing view points? That'll never be settled then!

Simone: Speaking of championships, the first of two roulette titles matches is next as Ryan Keys shows to one and all that he is a defending champion as he puts his Roulette gold on the line against perhaps the most dangerous man in SCW, the psychotic Chris Shipman!

Adams: I think Ryan should be more concerned coming away from this match in one piece instead of coming away from the match with his title!

Simone: Shipman does indeed have that threat about him but Ryan has defeated him before, but with gold on the line, Shipman will be even more dangerous.

Adams: Then it's the Bombshells turn, and there's a reason why this is the Main Event! It's the Battle of the Metal and Punk Connection as Jessie Salco challenges her friend and partner Amy Marshall for the championship!

Simone: Just another in a long line of Christian's questionable decisions, making these two friends compete for the gold.

Adams: Not once, but three times! It's a Best of Three series!

Simone: Which only puts even more pressure on these two friends. So let's get this evening underway!




The spotlight hit's the curtain as it does the loud sounds of "Forever" by Drake begins to blast across the speakers. The moment it does "The Lyrical One" Teddy emerges from the curtains clad in a United Kingdom Flag robe matching trunks and matching boots. He smiles proudly as his wife Kate Steele-Warren is right beside him. She has a megaphone in her hands as she claps proudly for her husband.

Justin: On his way to the ring from Long Island, New York Reppin Tampa Florida, and his wife's Berkshire England. Standing at 5'10 210 lbs Being accompanied by his wife Kate Steele.... He is "The Lyrical One" Teddy Warren- Steele!

Teddy smiles as he begins to shadow box nodding his head to the beat.

Kate: TEDDY, TEDDY, TEDDY!

The fans begin to chant with her as he bounces his head to the music. He runs up the stairs and steps into the ring as he bounces about. He takes his robe off and stands in the center of the ring. He is all smiles waiting for the match to start.

Justin: And his opponent...from Chicago Illinois, at two hundred and five pounds...Leon Black!

Judith blasts throughout the arena with blue lights shading the arena like a depressing darkened night.. Leon would walk out onto the stage once the vocals had begun for the song, he looked around at the venue to hear a mixed reaction, but it wasn't like he cared. Walking down to the ring, he didn't bother interacting with the crowd.. He just wanted to fight and prove he could be better than what he was. When he got to the bottom of the ramp, he took a left and then walked up the steps before walking alongside the apron and eventually stepping into the ring and stared his opponent down.

Simone: Tonight is the debut of Kate Steele's husband in SCW. I have seen him with Kate now we get to see him on his own in the ring.

Adams: And I for one can't wait. And we won't have to wait for long as there is the bell...

Holly Wood signals for the bell as Teddy plays to the crowd while Leon watches him. As Teddy turns to face Black, he is taken off his feet with a hard European uppercut from Leon. Clutching his chin, Teddy rolls to his feet and looks at Black who is smiling slowly as he motions for the young man to advance. Teddy shakes his head and begins to circle with Black before both men lock up in a collar and elbow that Teddy manages to turn into a headlock. Quickly transitioning, Teddy rolls through to a hammerlock then a quick scoop slam on Black.

Adams: Teddy Steele getting one up on Black early in this match.

Simone: It may be that he has gotten the advantage early but it is still early in the match and Black isn't beaten that easily.

Leon Black gets to his hands and knees as Teddy moves towards him and pulls him up into a headlock and throws the arm of Black over his neck to deliver a snap suplex that has Leon arching in pain. Teddy rolls through the suplex and mounts Leon to land some quick rights on the downed man before he is pulled off by Holly Wood who warns him. Teddy nods as Leon stands near the ropes. Moving towards Black, Teddy swings with a boxing punch but Black dodges then comes back with three body shots to the midsection of Teddy then sends him sprawling on the mat with an uppercut. Black grabs at the arm of Teddy and tucks it between his legs as Teddy scrambles to grab the bottom rope. Reaching for the chin of Teddy, Leon is stopped by Holly Wood who begins his five count for Black to let go of the hold.

Simone: Leon Black almost with a submission win against Teddy.

Adams: Ted was smart to grab the ropes. Otherwise I think that Black might have had him in a world of hurt.

Black lets the hold go as he stares intently at Holly Wood as he rises to his feet. Teddy pulls himself up by the ropes but is caught from behind by Black who leaps up to send Teddy over the top rope with a roundhouse kick to the back of his head. Teddy rolls to the barricade and lays against it as he recovers. The referee begins his ten count as Black prowls along the ring ropes. Teddy gets slowly to his feet at five and is able to pull himself under the bottom rope to beat the count. Black moves towards Teddy who is on his hands and knees and trying to stand but is taken out by a missile dropkick to the side of the head.

Adams: Black with a devastating kick to the head of Teddy Steele. That will definitely ring your bell.

Leon pulls Teddy away from the ropes then rolls up his leg and makes a pin attempt that Teddy barely kicks out of. Black can't believe it as he looks at Holly Wood in disbelief. Teddy rolls to the corner and pulls himself up as Leon moves towards him. Teddy begins to weave back and forth as Black pulls up short. Teddy catches a confused Black with a lucky jab. He begins to taunt Black with more jabs as the fans count with him. Finally as Leon staggered from the jabs, Teddy cocked back and hit a roundhouse punch that sent Black to the mat.

Simone: Showboating from Teddy Steele. I don't think he should be showboating like that, Black is a ring veteran who could change the match on a dime.

Adams: Oh come on, he's looking good doing what he is doing.

Helping Black to his feet, Teddy scoops Leon up and tossing him on his shoulder uses a power slam to bring Leon to the canvas. Grabbing the leg of Black, Teddy rolls him up and arches back to pin Leon's shoulders to the mat. The referee dropped and began to slap the canvas but only got a two count as Black kicked out. Teddy rolled to his feet and then turns to grab Black who is also getting to his feet and then stands him up straight and leaps up to take Black down once more with a hurricanrana. Black pushed himself out of the ring as Teddy gets back to his feet. Black slams his hands on the apron as Teddy moves to the ropes to bring Leon back into the ring but is pulled off his feet by Black who grabs his ankles. Dragging Teddy to the ringpost, Black moved one to either side of the steel post and then slams one leg against the ringpost. Teddy screams in pain as he grabs for his leg. Black pushes him back again and slams the leg against the ringpost. Teddy grabbed his leg once more as he tries to stop Black from once more adding to the pain. Black then grabbed both legs and looked to the crowd. As Leon was about to pull Teddy into the ringpost, Teddy was able to pull himself backwards so that Black went face first into the steel ringpost.

Adams: That has gotta hurt.

Simone: And will definitely leave a mark if you ask me.

Teddy pulls himself into the ring as Black is on his knees on the outside as he holds his face. Holly Wood checks on Teddy then moves to begin his ten count as Black holds his face and leans against the ring apron. At six, he rolls into the ring and then moves to where Teddy is leaning against the ropes trying to get rid of the pain in his leg. Black slams a knee into the back of Teddy's head that drives him into the corner. As Teddy tried to turn and fight out of the corner, Black continues to rain hard body blows on Teddy in the corner. Teddy tried to cover up but the blows force him to sag in the corner. Leon backs away slightly and then springs off the bottom rope to hit a spinning heel kick on the head of Teddy who then fell out of the corner and lay on the mat.

Simone: It looks like Leon Black has Ted's number.

Adams: I can't watch.

Black rolls Teddy over and then rolls him up for a pin. Teddy kicks out and then rolls to his hands and knees. Black gets to his feet and then is backed off by Holly Wood who then turns to check on Teddy who is slowly getting to his hands and knees to recover. Leon charges across the ring and jumps up to hit the Cranium but Teddy escaped the move by rolling to the side. Black lands on both feet as Teddy rushes to his feet and catches Black from behind and hits a german suplex that sends Leon to the mat. Teddy gets to his feet and then reaches down to pull Black up and whips Leon into the corner.

Adams: This could be it. It looks like Teddy's going to Drop da Beat on Black.

Teddy climbs on the turnbuckle behind Black and then tucks Leon's head under his arm and flips off the turnbuckle and drives the head of Leon into the mat. Laid out, Black is stunned as Teddy rolls quickly and grabs both of Black's legs, he rolls Leon up as Holly Wood drops to the mat and slams his hand against it three times. The referee motions for the bell as Teddy straightens up and holds his hands up in victory as Black is checked on.

Justin: The winner of the match, Teddy STEELE!!

Simone: Teddy Steele manages to get a win in his debut here tonight which can only be built on in the coming months.

Teddy and Kate celebrate in the ring as Black is helped out of the ring and helped up the aisle as "Forever" plays.




The scene comes back with the Angels of the Fallen walking through the backstage area, coming from the parking structure with Dark Tiger and Jeremiah Hardin. Dark Tiger is pushing Darknyss in her wheelchair as the others carry their bags. They turn the corner and Gothika walks right into Michael Argento, who's looking extremely agitated. He comes up short, and stops himself just before he barrels into her. She gasps and looks at him confused.

Gothika: "Michael! Wha... What are you doing here? I thought you were going to check yourself into the bite rehab place."

He grabs her by the shoulders, frowning in her face.

Michael Argento: "I've come to try to change your mind about sending me away. I miss you so much! I can't eat, I can't sleep, all I do is think about you! I need to be with you! Please, let me come back!"

As Michael's talking, the edge of his shirt slips down a bit and it reveals a fresh bite mark on his neck. It's so fresh, it's still dripping droplets of blood. Gothika frowns and reaches up to pull down the neckline of his shirt to reveal not just one, but four bite marks of different sizes. She shakes her head and backs away from him.

Gothika: "Oh yeah, I can see just how much you need me. Listen Michael. I've already told you that I'm not about to sit back and watch you kill yourself because of your fetish. I love you. You know I do. Which is why the thought of you hurting yourself in this way just rips my heart to shreds."

Michael shakes his head and runs his hands over his face, inhaling deeply.

Michael Argento: "What do you want me to say?"

Gothika throws her hands up and shakes her head.

Gothika: "I want you to say that you don't want to end up a fuckin' blood doll and a zombie! I want you to say that you give a shit about yourself, and that you want to get better! I want you to want mor out of yourself than just to be reduced to someone's toy! I never wanted that for you! I wanted you to keep your freedom of will and not be dependent on me or on anyone else!"

Michael opens his mouth to say something, but Gothika shuts it down with a finger, waving it in the air.

Gothika: "There's not a single thing you could say to me right now unless it's 'ok, I'm going to the rehab to make myself better.' If it's anything other than that, you can just turn around and make your way out of my life!!"

When Michael doesn't say anything, Gothika rolls her eyes and pushes past him.

Gothika: "Com on guys. Raynin has a match she's gotta get ready for."

As they walk past, Dark Tiger pats Michael on the shoulder.

Dark Tiger: "Dude, you know she's right. You need to step up and do what's right."

Dark Tiger continues on and leaves Michael standing there in the hallway. As the camera follows the group, it catches a glimpse of a familiar face in a shadowy alcove. Once everyone has gone, Ekaterina steps out of the shadows, rubbing her hands together and laughing maniacally as the show fades out.




Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the dangerous form of Rage: steps from behind the curtain, the golden briefcase in hand, to a loud round of booing from the crowd. He stares directly at the ring, refusing to acknowledge the fans booing and heckling him as he starts walking slowly down the ramp towards the ring. Once there, he stops just outside the ring, slides the briefcase in the ring under the bottom rope and grabs a hold of the second rope. He pulls himself up to the ring apron and then steps over the top rope into the ring. He leaves the briefcase where it is laying in the ring and walks over, demanding a microphone.

Simone: I wonder what this is all about. Very rarely does Rage come out to the ring to speak about anything.

Adams: And for good reason!

Justin Decent hands him a microphone and Rage turns around, heading to the center of the ring. His music finally dies down, though the crowd doesn't quiet down at the same time. He stares down at the golden briefcase with an intense glare as he brings the microphone up to finally speak.

Rage:: None of you fuckers thought I would do it, did you? I bet you all were split on your bets thinking that either Calvin Harris or Xander Bishop would have walked out of Inception with this briefcase, didn't you?

Adams: My money was on the bloke who can't speak English very well...

The crowd boos loudly and a sick smile appears on his face as he points at the golden briefcase.

Rage:: How'd that turn out for all of you who doubted me, huh? How does it feel to be sitting there, seeing me with the golden briefcase and a guaranteed championship match anytime I want it? And at any championship I want? How does it fucking feel that I'm standing out here with all the damn power while all your beloved champions are backstage, confident that those titles will be in their possession for a long time to come?

The crowd boos him yet again and he finally reaches down and picks up the briefcase, holding it up as he spins around, looking around the crowd.

Rage:: Every fucking champion in the back should be fucking worried right now because I have this briefcase and no one else does! Well...everyone but J needs to worry, but I'll get to that in a little bit. The roulette champion....the Internet Champion...the tag team champions...they should all be very fucking worried, because I could swoop in and take their damn titles any time I want and there is not a damn thing any of them can do about it!

Simone: They could do something about it if they beat him when he cashes in that guaranteed title shot...

Adams: I wouldn't let him hear you say that...

Rage keeps a hold of the briefcase as his eyes narrow even further and his intensity grows.

Rage:: It's true and you all fucking know it! I could take the roulette title if I wanted! Hell, I could even do it tonight, regardless of which one of those two bastards walks out of that match as the winner. I could cash in this briefcase and easily beat the piss out of Ryan Keys or my own former Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Chris Shipman. I mean, I've beat that deranged piece of shit before, I could easily do it again. That title could be mine tonight.

Another sick smile appears on Rage's face, but only for a fleeting moment as the next possibility enters his mind, and everyone else's. The internet champion...Despayre.

Rage:: Or maybe...the Internet Championship. The title I held until almost five months ago. It ain't no secret I lost the belt to Despayre. It's also no secret that I tapped out to him, but you know what else isn't a secret?

The crowd speaks in hushed murmors as he looks directly into the camera.

Rage:: That I never cashed in my guaranteed rematch clause. So basically, I've got two guaranteed shots at the Internet title, if that is what I want. Despayre may have beat me once, but you see, a lot of shit has changed since that match and I guarantee you, a second match wouldn't see the same outcome. Especially if I were to cash this briefcase in against Despayre. Despayre and I might have history in the Sins, but if I want that Internet Championship back, ain't nothing gonna stop me from fucking taking it back. And that includes Synn...

The crowd lets out an audible "Oooh" at the tone of voice Rage uses when speaking Synn's name.

Simone: I'd hate to hear Synn's reaction to that one...

Adams: Are you kidding me?! I'd love to hear that one!

Rage:: Or maybe...maybe just maybe I'll go out and find myself a tag team partner and go after those idiots in Jet City and take the tag team titles away from them? They probably think they're safe just because they're the tag team champions? Think again assholes. This briefcase means that no championship is safe...except the World Heavyweight Championship.

Simone: And that...that comes as a shock to me.

Adams: You kidding?! He's J2H's guard dog now!

The crowd lets out an audible boo as Rage just smiles and nods.

Rage:: Deal with it, people. This briefcase in my possession means that the only championship that is safe is the World Heavyweight Championship. This briefcase is an insurance policy that that title J2H has in his possession? It ain't leaving us...

Simone: Did he just say "us"?

Rage:: That's right, you heard me. The World Heavyweight Championship is staying right where it's at. J2H has been the champion for a whole fucking year now. It ain't going anywhere. So let that be a warning to every one of you worthless pieces of shit in the backstage. Champions. Non-champions. I don't fucking care. This briefcase means that not only does J2H hold the fucking power in this place, but so do I. J2Hism holds all the fucking power in SCW, and there's not a damn thing any of you can do about it. But I dare you all to try, because the devil is ready to have some fun.

Rage then drops the microphone as the camera zooms in on the intense glare on his face. It focuses there for a few moments before he finally exits the ring and heads backstage as the crowd continues to boo him loudly, but he only soaks that in, letting a wicked smile spread across his face as he disappears backstage.

Simone: Harsh words coming from the former Sin of Wrath, putting the entire men's roster on notice.

Adams: Boy am I glad I'm safe!

Simone: With that man? I wouldn't be so sure...




The camera cuts to the backstage area after the first match. J2H is seen walking in to the building with Melody Grace next to him, the two top champions carrying their title belts over their shoulders. Melody has her arm entwined with J2H's as the two walk in to the hallways. Pussy Willow quickly approaches them.

Pussy: Hey guys, can I ask you some questions?

J2H holds his hand up, stopping Pussy from talking.

J2H: No, in fact, we are gonna do this a little differently tonight. I am gonna ask you a question, a question that everyone here wants the answer to.

Pussy smiles at J2H.

Pussy: And what is that?

His tone lowers as he asks the question.

J2H: Is Drake Green here?

A look of disappointment paints itself on Pussy's face, clearly expecting the question to be asked about her.

Pussy: I don't know.

He grits his teeth.

J2H: Then why the fuck are you here wasting my time? I need to know if Drake Green is here, so I can hunt him down and kick the living shit out of him!

Pussy turns her attention to the Bombshell champion as J2H throws his hands up in disgust. As J2H's annoyance takes over Melody tries to calm him down by squeezing his arm but she knows that's not going to change his outlook on things. Pussy however turns to her work "daughter" and smiles.

Melody: Forgive him Work Mom, he is just hell bent on kicking Drake back into the dark ages because he ruined our moment.

Melody and Pussy share a smile, followed by an understanding nod before Pussy finally asks Melody a question.

Pussy: Mel, I must say you dazzle in gold babygirl... but since last week the SCW fans have been asking me, why did you come out last week and paint the world's biggest target on your back? You went after your friends, you taunted people from the past... you poked the bear that is Alexis, why?

Pussy looked naturally concerned for Melody, but the World Bombshell Champion just adjusted her belt over her shoulder and smiled.

Melody: Why did I paint the world's biggest target on my back? Why? Oh I'll tell you why Work Mom, this World Bombshell Championship has been hidden in the dark for way, WAY to long and it's about time that it is brought to the light so it can shine. So if that means shaking the apple tree so the fruits can fall, I'll shake the damn tree week in and week out. I want people to be hungry for this Championship I want people the crave it because it deserves the attention, it deserves the spotlight and not just because of how long someone has held it for.

J2H looks at Melody with a questionable look on his face.

Melody: What? Oh... not a jab at you, the men's division is completely different to the women's. Plus your reign is legendary... as for the girl's well let's just say they were treating this Championship like the ring out of Lord of the rings and they turned out looking like GollyPants.

Pussy: Did you mean Gollum?

Melody just shrugs her shoulders before Pussy breaks the silence with a smile.

Pussy: So what you're saying is that you're going to be a fighting champion?

Melody just politely nods.

Melody: Yes, I said it last week but I'll say it again, every match is going to be a title match in my eyes... winner takes all.

Pussy turns her attention to J2H for a moment.

Pussy: Do you think this is a smart idea?

Melody looks at Pussy a little shocked before she changes her attention to her boyfriend. J2H just looks at Mel and holds her close.

J2H: Smart idea or not, the outcome won't matter because nobody on the roster or off the roster for that matter can beat Melody Grace right now. So let them come, because you'll all end up falling at the feet of the Queen of Sin City Wrestling.

Melody blushes but she screws her nose up as being called the Queen.

J2H: Now that's real talk...

Before he could say his trademark "bitch" The looks he was receiving from Melody stopped him however the J2H fans in attendance finished it off for him. With that said and done the scene fades away into the next.




Zuri Chastain appears to be standing in a dimly part of the backstage area as the cameras quickly grab their focus on her. The guys in the truck work extremely hard to give her enough back light as she motions for the camera to come closer.

Zuri Chastain: I bet all of you out in TV Land are wondering why Belinda and I weren't here last week. I can assure you we weren't bitching about losing once again but after Inception 2, our pallets got wet with championship fever.

She smirks while turning her head to the side as the camera follows her movements.

Zuri Chastain: Later tonight, we will be sending a message to the Female Elders. So Song and Alana, you two had best be close to a television set or a backstage monitor. Because what we got to say will directly effect what you do.

Zuri senses the cameraman wanting to ask the one question on everyone's mind. She turns to face the camera while holding her finger up.

Zuri Chastain: Hold that thought.

She says with a softness in her tone while snickering to herself. Belinda walks into the picture while patting Zuri on the shoulder.

Belinda Warwick: Are you ready?

Zuri Chastain: Always

Zuri and Belinda shows a cheeky grin while walking out of the shot.

Simone: What could be the message?

Adams: It's never good when someone does that grin.




Justin Decent climbs the ringsteps and moves to the middle of the ring.

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall and introducing first...

The lights start to strobe, and you hear a sultry feminine voice voice say 3 words..

ARE YOU READY??!!

The sound of a machine gun rat a tat tats and the lights strobe in time with the sound as Raynin's name forms on the big screen as if it was created by rapid gunfire. the strobing lights continue as the sounds of "Wreak Havoc" by Skylar Grey blares over the speakers, and the crowd is on it's feet with excitement. Raynin's name shatters on the screen like it was a piece of glass that's been struck with a hammer, and the lights come up on the stage to Raynin standing there, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk. She pulls out what looks to be an automatic rifle and fires it off out over the crowd where it releases large bursts of glitter to fall over the crowd. She nods slowly, then raises her fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring, still carrying the rifle.

She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, fires off more rounds of glitter over the crowd, thin lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, repeating the process and hyping the crowd up even more. She then jumps down into the ring and places the rifle against the ring post, kissing 2 fingers and placing them on the rifle before she stands back up and leans back on the turnbuckle, waiting on her opponent..

Justin: And her opponent...from West Palm Beach Florida, she is a former Roulette champion, Veronica Taylor!!

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 and out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she 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. 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. Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. She then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope 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.

Simone: Well Veronica looks to be in fine form tonight Jason. Do you think that she is ready for Raynin?

Adams: After last week, I don't think that there are many people ready for Raynin. And here we go...

Before Drew can motion for the bell, Veronica charges across the ring and launches herself at Raynin who staggers slightly from the surprise attack. Veronica is dropping forearms on the head of Raynin who reaches over her shoulder and catches Veronica by the back of the neck and pulls her over her head to toss her to the mat. Veronica screams in surprise as she sits up quickly then rolls over and smiles at Raynin while holding out her hands in a calming way. Raynin pulls up short as she watches as Veronica gets to her feet and moves to pat Raynin on the shoulder. Raynin looks at the hand patting her shoulder then at Veronica who realizes that her friendliness isn't working. Quickly using the distraction, Veronica slams a fist into the face of Raynin, her fingers curling into claws and rakes the eyes of Raynin who reaches for them and rubs furiously as Veronica is warned off by Drew Patton.

Adams: Veronica getting clear advantage by using her favorite move.

Simone: What's that Jason?

Adams: Cheating!

Veronica whips a semi blind Raynin into the ropes and follows her in. Smiling, she lifts her foot and places it against the throat of Raynin who is hung up in the corner. Using a corner foot choke, Veronica all but ignores Patton who begins a five count on the former champion. At four and a half, Veronica releases the choke and plays to the fans while Raynin slumps slightly in the corner gulping for air.

Simone: Veronica needs to be really careful she doesn't get disqualified by Drew Patton. Can you just imagine how she would react to that?

Adams: She's probably be like North Korea...Nuclear and won't care who is saying anything.

Veronica begins to strut around the ring as she blows kisses to the fans who are booing her. Raynin straightens in the corner and charges out at Veronica who turns to be caught in the chest with a clothesline that takes her to the mat. Raynin stops and looks down at Veronica who is clutching at her chest as she rolls to the ropes. Veronica pulls herself up and then turns to scream at Raynin who only tilts her head and moves closer. Veronica screams as she ducks between the ropes to have Drew save her from the Fallen member. Raynin is warned back as Veronica pulls her head back through the ropes into the ring.

Adams: Veronica managed to save that pretty face of hers. But I don't think that will wash with Raynin for too long.

Veronica and Raynin move to circle each other as Raynin locks up Veronica's arm and pulls her off her feet as she whips her into the ring ropes and catches her with a hard tilt a whirl slam to the mat that makes Veronica arch in pain. Raynin pushes her down and goes for a pin but only gets a one count as Veronica kicks out. Raynin gets to her knees and grabs a fistful of hair as she stands then scoops up Veronica once more for a body slam but Taylor reaches for the eyes and again rakes her fingers forcing a break. Raynin screams in pain as Veronica continues to force her fingers into the face of Raynin.

Simone: Veronica Taylor seems to see where Raynin has a weak spot.

Adams: And with Veronica raking her eyes, Raynin can't see a thing.

Veronica shoves Raynin away from her as she moves to the ropes and climbs on the turnbuckle, sitting on the top one as she watches Raynin wipe her eyes and turn towards her. Raynin staggers towards the corner where Veronica is resting on the turnbuckle and is turned into a sleeper hold by Veronica who is warned by Drew Patton to release it as she is on the ropes. Veronica shakes her head as she tells Drew to check on Raynin. Drew begins to count to five forcing Veronica to release the hold. Raynin drops to the canvas as Veronica jumps over her limp body and gets right in the face of Drew. She begins to jaw at him about costing her the match as Raynin recovers in the corner. Getting to her feet, Raynin moves to stand behind Veronica who is gesturing at Patton.

Adams: Veronica, turn around...you aren't going to like what is about to happen.

Simone: She may not like it Jason but from what has been going on, she deserves it.

Raynin catches Veronica from behind. Veronica's look of surprise turns into a scream for help as Raynin launches her over her head with a german suplex. Veronica rolls to the ropes and to the outside. Motioning that she wants nothing else to do with Raynin, Veronica begins to move up the ramp as Raynin slides out of the ring and follows her. Grabbing Veronica by the hair, Raynin spins her around and catches her with a short arm clothesline that takes her to the floor. Raynin grabs Veronica by the arm and drags her back to the ring where she rolls her into the ring and then climbs on the apron to jump on the top rope and launch herself off with a missile dropkick that sends a slowly rising Veronica Taylor to the mat once more.

Simone: Raynin has started to take control of this match and I am pretty sure that Veronica is in for a world of hurt. .

Adams: I am not sure about that Belly. Veronica is a two time Roulette champion...she still might have some tricks up her sleeve.

Veronica fights back as she grabs the hair of Raynin and pulls her face into a bitch slap that staggers Raynin. With Raynin's back to her, Veronica pulls her close to the ropes and locks in an abdominal stretch that forces a cry of pain from Raynin. Grabbing the top rope, Veronica adds to the pressure on the ribs of the Fallen member, releasing the ropes as Drew moves to check on her hand. When Patton checks on Raynin again, Veronica reaches for the rope but doesn't see Drew catch her movement and before she can grab the rope, he slaps her hand away from it and forces the break. Veronica is livid as she can't believe what is happening. Raynin moves to the side and regains her strength. Veronica turns to catch Raynin by the head but is surprised by a recovered Raynin who had jumped on the middle rope and hits a springboard swanton which take both women to the mat.

Adams: Oh my god...this looks like it could be the start of the end for Veronica.

Raynin gets to her feet and pulls Veronica up and into a thrust kick that sends her to the mat. Getting to the turnbuckle, Raynin spares only a second as she glances back at a rising Veronica Taylor before leaping on the ropes and catching the head of Taylor to drive it into the mat with a jumping tornado DDT that lays out Veronica. Rolling up Veronica, Raynin only gets a two count as Veronica barely kicks out. Getting to her feet, Raynin moves to the corner once more and slowly climbs to the top. Looking over the fans, she launches herself off the top and onto the prone Veronica with the Reach for the Stars splash. Rolling off the downed Mean Girl, Raynin holds her midsection as she rolls back over and grabs the leg of Veronica to roll her up for the pin. Drew Patton drops to the mat and checks to make sure that both shoulders are down before counting the three and then signalling for the bell. Raynin rolls to the side and gets to her feet as Drew holds her arm up in victory.

Justin: The winner of the match, RAYNIN!!

Adams: Raynin wins the match with authority. I guess she is putting the bombshells on notice, the Fallen are back.

Simone: And Raynin proving that the Fallen are still bombshells to be reckoned with. I don't think that anyone will take them as anything but serious in the future.

Veronica is helped out of the ring and up the ramp as Raynin mounts the turnbuckles to taunt the fans who are cheering the victory.




The ring has been set up to accommodate the Rap Battle between Xander Bishop and James Tuscini attended to by Pinky del Ferrando. James is dressed casually in blue jeans, a black pullover shirt, and black athletic shoes. Pinky is wearing a black business suit with white shirt, black shoes, and black tie. Xander is attire can be seen consisting of a pair of baggy designer jeans, he can also be seen sporting a pair of Nike SB Dunks. Though his upper torso however can be seen consisting of that of the professional basketball team the Brooklyn Nets jersey which he can be seen wearing for the evening. Bishop also can also be seen sporting a matching Brooklyn Nets snap-back ball cap with the same logo embroidered on the front that his jersey has on it.

Justin: Tonight we have a special treat with a Rap Battle between James Tuscini with Pinky del Ferrando and Xander Bishop. Tuscini has put his Re-Match Contract for the Roulette Championship on the line. If James loses the Rap Battle he must had the Re-Match Contract over to Xander Bishop. If James wins the Rap Battle then he retains possession of the Re-Match Contract. I will flip a coin and I ask James Tuscini to call it while the coin is in the air.

While the coin is in the air James calls out "heads" and the coin hits the mat and comes up heads so James and Pinky state they want to perform their Rap first. Xander Bishop backs off a little to give the two space if they want to move around the ring during their performance.

Justin: The winner of this Rap Battle will be the members in the arena tonight. After both wrestlers have completed their Rap performances I will ask you to applaud and the person who gets the most applause will be declared the winner. James are you ready to go?

James: Xander you challenged us to a Rap battle and now you got it. They say be careful what you wish for as you might just get it. And, punk, you gonna get destroyed in this Rap battle tonight!

Pinky: We're gonna double team you into the ground. We're gonna give you a back-and-forth like you've never seen before. We call this "It's a messed up, screwed up, *bleeped* up world" and we're ready to give it to you.

James and Pinky motion to cue the music and the two launch in a back-and-forth Rap.

James: Lady Gaga is a guy, Justin Bieber is a girl.

Pinky: It's a messed up, screwed up, *bleeped* up world.

James: Sandy Erwin lied to me, she was a friggin' ho.

Pinky: So we made her pack up and move to Chi-ca-go.

James: Then we got challenged for an epic Rap battle.

Pinky: Bishop gonna lose and he's gonna be rattled.

James: Bishop is nothing but a low life low-lander.

Pinky: We proved we're better we just smoked Xander.

James: Bishop got slam dunked so now he wants to hurl.

Pinky: It's a messed up, screwed up, *bleeped* up world.

The two are done with their side of the Rap Battle. They end with a pose and the crowd gives them a mixed reaction for their performance. James and Pinky give a smug look in the direction of Bishop.

James: Top that punk!

Xander raises his mic and he is about to launch into his side of the Rap battle. He moves around and then stands several feet away from James Tuscini. He stares him down like that of a venomous snake coiling up before it prepares to strike its prey, but instead of starting his Rap he drops the mic and charges Tuscini hitting him with a spear that drives James hard into the mat. Tuscini is nearly unconscious as Bishop gets up and stalks Pinky del Ferrando. Not being a wrestler and not wanting to get hit with something Pinky dives under the ring ropes to the arena floor. Bishop follows him to the arena floor but he is met by a charging Dmitri who has come to the ring to lend assistance to James and Pinky. This causes Xander to get back into the ring. He looks over the ring ropes and starts arguing with Dmitri who is challenging him to exit the ring and fight him at ringside. While Bishop is distracted with Dmitri we see that James Tuscini has recovered and runs up behind Bishop, though before James can get his revenge on Bishop out of nowhere "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward shows up, Ward stands in the entrance aisle, just in front of the black curtains ordering James to back off, not allowing him to seek out his revenge on Bishop and he does. As the two stand in the ring Mark Ward addresses them from the entrance aisle area.

HS: Well you two just couldn't have a friendly Rap battle and act civilized huh? I'm disappointed in you two. Did you really think I would sit back and let you two cheap shot each other during the Rap battle? Here's what I'm going to do. Next Climax Control you two are in a Grudge Match. Everyone associated with James Tuscini, especially Pinky del Ferrando and Dmitri are banned from getting involved in the match, that includes everyone associated with Xander Bishop who are also banned from getting involved in the match. Either of you have someone show up and get involved in the match and the match ends and you lose the match. What type of match will I assign you to? You will find out when the Climax Control card is posted. And if you two get into another altercation before your next match both of you will be suspended for a month. Damn! The shit I have to put up with around here!

"Hot Stuff" Mark Ward leaves the ringside area and disappears to the backstage area. Xander and James continue to look at each other, staring back at one another, neither one taking their eyes off of the other as they both slowly exit the ring knowing that they have to wait until the next Climax Control to get down to business against each other.




The cameras cut to the inside of Travis Nathaniel Andrews' private dressing room as he is steadily watching the monitor. His personal assistant is sitting on the leather couch just going over a few things as his baby sister is playing on her phone. Travis leans back in his chair and places both hands on top of his head.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: This show is missing something.

Sandra Andrews: It's missing you big bro.

Travis snickers at that comment as he spins his chair around.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I did make my presence felt after teaching that walking hazmat suit a thing or two about respect.

Sandra chuckles as Shawna lifts her eyes off her clipboard.

Shawna Jennings: Travis, what is your plan moving forward? You don't have Mark Ward backing you anymore.

Travis's good mood turns to a sour note as he glances over at his assistant.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I never needed that walking egomaniac. He just thought I did when I joined his pathetic excuse for a power group. The first mistake he made was placing Drake Green in the group. The guy was a walking injury fest and it didn't help much when I snapped his shoulder in two. The second mistake was letting Sean Jackson just walk out without a proper send off. The final mistake was letting me get outnumbered on several occasions when we were battling those rejects from Universal's Halloween Horror Nights. Now that I am on my own, I can be who I set out to be all along.

Sandra Andrews: Which is what big bro?

Travis smirks.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I am still the must see superstar on this roster but I will soon prove to the world that I am Mister Sin City Wrestling. I don't need a championship but I do need bodies hitting the floor. No matter what, everyone will be seeing a blur after I leave them in my dust.

Shawna nods her head softly while returning to her task. Travis spins back toward the monitor as he continues to smirk.




We cut backstage to see Dax Beckett walking backstage by himself, dressed in his usual blue jeans, and khaki jacket, open to show his tattoos off. His hair is gelled up nice and neat tonight as he walks toward the men's locker room. He hears a noise and stops, turning around to see a stagehand walking behind him. He takes a deep breath as the stagehand pauses to look at him strangely. Dax turns back around just as he bumps into Ivan Darrell's chest, causing him to jump back in a very forced martial arts type pose, ready to strike.

Dax: Fuck! Oh, goddammit... Why would you guys sneak up on me like that? Shit...

Dax's chest heaves for a moment as relief starts to wash over his face. He nods as he collects himself, shaking hands with Ivan and Andrew as they start to walk along the hallways.

Andrew: Sorry Dax! Didn't mean to startle you.

Ivan: Yeah, what Andrew said. We got a bit of a bone to pick with ya Dax. We know you meant well helping us get the win against Bad Boys last week, but from what we know of both Mickey and Giani, we have a feeling that the help you gave us is going to cause them to do something drastic.

Andrew: Yeah, we aren't sure exactly what, but we can expect them to retaliate in some form against the three of us.

Dax nods his head, sighing as he hears what his friends have to say. He runs his right hand almost nervously behind his head as he thinks it over.

Dax: Three of us against two of them? They'd be stupid to try it. But, they aren't the sharpest lightbulbs in the crayon box... To be honest? We knew those ass hats wouldn't take a loss, so by not laying down for the one, two, three, we already started some shit. We could pull some dirty tricks like them, and go attack them with sledgehammers... Or we could hold our heads up high and do it right. We're good guys. It's what we do.

Dax nods his head, sure of himself and what he's saying. He looks over his shoulder for a second and then leans in to talk more quietly with his friends.

Dax: Look, we got each other's backs. As long as we can keep eyes on the back of our head, there's nothing these guys can do to get to us. Can we agree on that?

Andrew and Ivan look to one another as if having a silent conversation between themselves. After a moment, they look to Dax and nod their heads slowly. Dax laughs with delight as he gives them very enthusiastic high fives. He snaps his fingers as he wraps his arms around their shoulders, and they walk off together.




We can see Dmitri and Ekaterina talking backstage where Dmitri is annoyed by her presence, trying to get under his skin as she teases him.

Dmitri: You asked me to meet you here Ekaterina, what do you want???

She playfully looks at him, pushing her hand upon his chest as she licks her lips

Ekaterina: I want to tell you that I'm sorry that I have been so evil towards you and Gothika. I guess I have to ...

Dmitri cuts her off.

Dmitri: You apologising to me?? What do you really want???

She playfully acts shocked as she pushes her hand off his chest.

Ekaterina: Now, can't a girl admit that she was perhaps a little bit quick on judgment?? Obviously she loves you and I can tell..., your hormones are running wild don't they??

He bares his fangs, clearly not liking what she is trying to do to him, but not knowing where she's going to.

Ekaterina: You see Dmitri, I've got something in mind for the two of you that would make you understand things so much more clearer that it has ever been before.

Dmitri: Stop making nonsense and tell me what you are up to!!

Ekaterina: Why would I be up to someth...

Dmitri: STOP IT!!! I know you!!!

She chuckles as she scratches his cheek.

Ekaterina: Oh my sweet and dear Dmitri, how foolish to think that I have always something evil in my mind?? Oh no, I have something that would befefit you, that would benefit her... and it surely will benefit me....

Dmitri looks surprised as he watches Ekaterina turn away from him, walking off as the camera shot shows her evil smile as she is licking her lips while Dmitri is very clueless.




The cameras begin to pan around the arena as Jason Adams and Belinda Simone get set for some bombshell action.

Adams: I can't wait for this match. There is nothing l like more than a good old fashioned cat fight.

Simone: Let's just hope these fans can keep their excitement level up.

The arena is dark as the beginning of the music starts. A womanly figure appears on the stage as two spotlights circle until settling on the figure. She's dressed in a gold hooded jacket, the hood covering her head as she looks down at her feet. As the tempo picks up, she flips her head back, flashing a brilliant smile to the fans. She unzips the jacket as she starts walking backward with her hands raised and then spins as she reaches the ring. She grabs the bottom rope and uses it to help herself jump up. She throws off the jacket and then flips herself over the top rope into the ring.

Justin: The following bombshell contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Manhattan, New York, please welcome Chelsea Payne.

Chelsea throws her arms into the air as an assortment of jeers and boos fill the arena. Chelsea scoffs while waiting for her opponent to grace them with her presence.

Simone: Chelsea looks ready to go.

Adams: I wonder if she is seeing anyone.

Belinda shakes her head as the song "Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by the Irish band U2 begins to play over the sound system as Mercedes Vargas comes walking out from behind the curtain. Her nose is slightly tilted upwards as she stands at the top of the ramp. She begins to bad mouth everyone in sight as she slowly descends down the walkway.

Justin: And her opponent, from Buenos Ares, Argentina, representing the Mean Girls, she is the self proclaimed Argentine Assassin, please welcome Mercedes Vargas.

Mercedes gives a princess like wave for the crowd while taunting a few members of the SCW Universe sitting in the front row. Chelsea is standing in the middle of the ring as Mercedes hops up onto the ring apron. She points at Chelsea and orders to stay back. Mercedes ducks between the middle and bottom rope while more jeers fill the arena. She turns just slightly to climb up on the turnbuckle and looks down at Chelsea.

Simone: This is going to be a barn burner for sure.

Adams: I don't think Irvine, CA has barns.

Mercedes turns her head to glare at the crowd when the opening beats of "Moments That Matter" start to play over the speakers. Mercedes starts shaking her head while remaining on the turnbuckle. The lights turn to an orchid color as Zuri Chastain steps out onto the stage. The crowd immediately change from jeers to cheers as she pumps her fist into the air.

Adams: Oh my GOD!

Simone: We knew Zuri was here after seeing her earlier backstage but I had know idea she was going to be out here.

Mercedes looks at Zuri with a cold glare as Zuri lifts her hands in the air while giving a slight wave to her rival. Zuri starts to make her way down the ramp while greeting a few fans in the front row. Mercedes is ordering the referee to send Zuri to the back but Zuri turns the corner and walks around the ring.

Adams: It looks like Zuri is going to be joining us here at ring side.

Simone: Jason, are you sure that is Zuri? She isn't wearing her mask.

The camera quickly shows Zuri's unmasked face as a collective gasp comes over the crowd. Zuri just shrugs her shoulders while trying to tell Mercedes to focus on Chelsea.

Simone: I really don't think Zuri is out here for a fight.

Adams: Are you sure? The history between Zuri and Mercedes is well documented.

As Zuri continues to greet a few more fans, Mercedes turns her attention to Chelsea. The referee quickly checks if both ladies are ready as Mercedes yells for him to begin the match. The bell finally sounds as Mercedes explodes from her corner and takes Chelsea down with a stiff running clothesline. Chelsea hits the canvas but doesn't stay down long as she is right back up to her feet.

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Right as she does, Mercedes hooks her with a side headlock then proceeds to throw down while keeping control over the head. Chelsea moves her arms along the canvas before placing her legs around Mercedes's neck. Mercedes kips up out of the small leg scissors. She turns around to grab Chelsea again but gets caught in a side headlock. Chelsea doesn't wait long before throwing down Mercedes.

Chelsea cranks back on the headlock as the referee checks on Mercedes. She screams that she is fine while returning the favor with a leg scissors of her own. Mandy quickly kips up out of it as both ladies stand in a ready stance.

Simone: These two are so evenly match its not funny.

Adams: Someone will make a mistake and the other will capitalize on the advantage.

Zuri finally makes her way over towards the commentary table as Mercedes sticks her right hand out for a test of strength. Chelsea looks at the hand and goes to stick her hand up. Which leads to Mercedes kicking Chelsea in the gut and connecting with a quick Gutwrench Suplex. Mercedes quickly goes for the quick cover.

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Chelsea kicks out with ease as Mercedes gets back up to her feet, bounces off he ropes and comes back with a running back Senton. Mercedes drops all of her weight down onto Chelsea as she follows it up with a handspring body splash. Mercedes goes for another cover.

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Chelsea kicks out as Mercedes looks at the referee while making a gesture with her hands for him to count faster.

Simone: Chelsea is a tough New Yorker.

Adams: I do believe Mercedes is beginning to get frustrated.

Zuri is working to get her headset over her head as Mercedes has gotten back up to her feet and grabs a hold of Chelsea's hands. A slight smirk comes across Mercedes' lips as she steps onto the long hair of Chelsea. She lifts her up while keeping Chelsea's hair underneath her boot. Chelsea screams out in pain as the referee is admonishing Mercedes for her actions. Mercedes let's go while bending down to pick Chelsea up off the canvas.

As she bends down, Chelsea proceeds to kick her in the head while still being on her back. Mercedes grabs at her head as Chelsea throws another stiff kick to her leg before kipping back up to her feet. Mercedes shakes her head while bouncing off the ropes but Chelsea does a matrix type evasion maneuver as Mercedes stumbles forward. The moment Mercedes does regain her balance, Chelsea catches her with a picture perfect dropkick.

Mercedes can feel the momentum had swung into Chelsea's corner as she rolls out of the ring. Chelsea demands for Mercedes to get back into the ring but Mercedes holds up her hands in a time out gesture as she paces back and forth. Chelsea tells the referee that Mercedes needs to get her ass back into the ring. The referee tells Chelsea to shut up as he walks over to the ring ropes.

Zuri Chastain: Is this working now?

Simone: We hear you now Zuri. Welcome to the table.

Zuri Chastain: I almost didn't want to come out here but I wanted to see if Mercedes still remembers me.

Adams: Looks like Mercedes is taking a breather.

Zuri chuckles as Mercedes takes her eyes off of Chelsea and turns them toward Zuri. Mercedes continues to scream at Zuri but Zuri just laughs. Mercedes continues to run her mouth while Zuri is pointing towards the ring. Mercedes turns only to find Chelsea flying over the top rope with a Asbury flop. The shot knocks Mercedes down as Chelsea hops up to her feet. She smacks the top of the announce table while letting out a primal scream.

Zuri gives her a thumbs up gesture as she continues to chuckle. Chelsea ignores the fact Zuri is sitting there as she grabs a hold of Mercedes and leads her around the ring.

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The referee starts the count as Chelsea slams the head of Mercedes off the steel ring steps. Chelsea repeats it with multiple slams before connecting with a step up tornado DDT. Mercedes's head is driven hard into the thinly padded floor as Chelsea hops back up to her feet.

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The count is close to seven as Chelsea slides in and out just to break up the count. She once again lifts Mercedes up and looks to ram her head into the steel ring post but Mercedes has different plans as she counters it. Chelsea's face bounces off the ring post as Mercedes flings her into the barricade which she nearly lands upside down. Mercedes continues to keep one eye on Zuri who is looking on with amusement.

Simone: Zuri, it would appear your presence is effecting Mercedes.

Zuri Chastain: How can I be affecting her that badly? I mean all I did was walk out and take a seat.

Adams: Maybe Mercedes thinks you want another match.

Zuri Chastain: The thought crossed my mind but I don't know if these people would want a Zuri vs Mercedes 4 on their television screens.

Mercedes starts to lay the boots into Chelsea before telling the referee to shut up. Mercedes picks Chelsea up and throws her back into the ring. A few fans have started a Justice League chant which gets under the skin of Mercedes. She yells at a few fans while hopping up onto the ring apron. She goes to enter the ring but Chelsea catches her with a front dropkick.

Mercedes gets tangled up in the ropes as she grabs at her right knee. Chelsea doesn't let up as she springs off the ropes and connects with a leg drop. Chelsea goes for the quick cover.

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Mercedes kicks out as Chelsea quickly jumps up to their feet. She gets out onto the ring apron and motions for Mercy to get up to her feet. Chelsea goes to spring off the ropes but Mercedes catches her with a fireman's carry before dropping back with a vicious Samoan drop.

The crowd is chanting "This is awesome" as Mercedes rolls onto her knees. Chelsea is holding her back as Mercedes leaps onto the second turnbuckle then springs off the top rope while connecting with a high cross body. Mercedes plants Chelsea in the center of the ring with a pinning attempt.

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Chelsea kicks out as Mercedes sits up. She is clawing at her hair wondering what it will take for her to put Chelsea away.

Zuri Chastain: Don't waste time Mercy.

Simone: Both of these ladies have to be spent.

Adams: I'm still shocked Mercy was able to pull off that wicked cross body.

Mercedes has made it back up to her feet as she is leaning against the turnbuckles. She is trying to psych herself up as Chelsea is getting up to her feet slowly. Mercedes notices the position as she quickly strikes with her patent Superkick.

Simone: The Black Thorn

Adams: That's all she wrote.

Chelsea lands on her back as Mercedes falls into the cover.

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Simone: What leaping ability Chelsea has but how can she be moving after taking all of that Superkick?

Zuri Chastain: It's got to be the adrenaline because I've tasted that Superkick before and it knocked me for a loop.

Adams: And that's saying something since you are one of the toughest bombshells on the roster.

Zuri's cheeks slowly start to flush red as Chelsea has Mercedes's arm hooked around her neck. Chelsea goes to hook her tights but Mercedes fights her off. After a few shots to the gut, Chelsea falls back off as Mercedes doesn't waste anymore time. She leaps off the top rope, brings both arms and feet into her body before landing flush onto the knees of Chelsea.

Mercy grabs at her sternum as she slowly gets up to her feet. Chelsea has somehow made it back to hers. Mercy throws a wild punch which Chelsea ducks cleanly before leveling Mercy with a chick kick. Chelsea seizes the opportunity, grabs a hold of the ropes, leaps up while splitting her legs on them before landing in a corkscrew motion.

Adams: The Gold Standard has been set.

Chelsea hooks the leg closet to the ropes while grapevining the other.

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The bell dings as a loud gasp befalls the crowd.

Justin: Here is your winner, Chelsea Payne.

"Rise" by Katy Perry starts to play over the speakers as Chelsea starts to celebrate her biggest victory of her young SCW career.

Simone: What an upset? Mercedes clearly underestimated Chelsea.

Zuri Chastain: How much you want to bet she will find a way to blame me?

Adams: But you didn't do anything.

Zuri Chastain: Do you think those air headed Barbie dolls see it that way?

Belinda and Jason nods their head as Chelsea continues to celebrate. Zuri slowly stands up from her spot as she exits through the crowd.




The scene comes back in with Raynin slinking around the backstage area. She's carrying a nerf bow and has a quiver of nerf arrows strapped to her hip, and on her back, she's got on a pair of white angel wings. She's ducking behind containers and hiding behind pillars where she can. She's trying to play incognito, but with the wings, she actually sticks out like a sore thumb. She pulls out a luchador's mask from her back pocket and slips it on, grinning to herself.

She looks around, trying to make sure she's not seen, then does a running powerslide across a hallway, notching an arrow and letting it fly as she slips across a hallway. As soon as she slips behind a wheeled cart, she hears a high pitched feminine shriek coming from down the hallway. Raynin peeks from around the cart and we see Rocky Mountains standing there, trembling in shock and anger with the arrow stuck dead center on her forehead. She screams again as she crosses her eyes, trying to look at the arrow in the middle of her head.

Rocky Mountains: "What in the hell is this... this thing??!!"

Rocky reaches up and pulls off the arrow from her forehead, which leaves a big red circle. Attached to the arrow is a note. She pulls off the note and reads it.

Rocky Mountains: "You've been cupidized?!! Go kiss someone to find true love?! Happy Valentines Day, Your resident Match Maker??!! What in the hell??!! Who did this?!! Who did this?!!"

Raynin giggles and slips away down the hallway as Rocky keeps shrieking at the top of her lungs.




The camera opens up backstage as Rage is walking down the hall, still carrying the golden briefcase. His eyes are narrowed and he glares at everyone who looks in his direction, but he never speaks a word to them. He eventually comes to a stop and the camera pans back to see World Heavyweight Champion, J2H, standing in front of him with a smile on his face. The World Heavyweight title is draped over his shoulder.

J2H: Nice speech out there. That should put everyone on notice.

Rage lets out a laugh.

Rage: It should, but you honestly think anyone is going to give a fuck? Doesn't matter to me, because either way, they all had their chance to listen. None of them can say I didn't warn them.

J2H: Take your time, though. Don't be rushing into anything. You've got that briefcase. You can hang on to it for as long as you want.

Rage nods and just looks down to the briefcase and just shrugs his shoulders for a moment.

Rage: Yeah, I know. But, look, I ain't worried about this briefcase right now. It's not really on the top of my list, and I think you know that.

J2H nods slowly and adjusts the World Heavyweight title over his shoulder.

J2H: You don't need to worry about that shit right now.

Rage: Bullshit I don't. What's the fucking plan with Drake Green? You're just going to let him come out there, beat the shit out of you like he did and tuck his tail between his legs to save his own ass? I don't work like that...I can find him and---

J2H holds his hand up and silences Rage before Rage can go any further. Rage narrows his eyes, not too happy with that, but J2H just looks at him.

J2H: Look, you know what it's like to face Drake Green, right?

Rage snarls and nods, but the memory of his match against Drake Green isn't exactly a good one.

Rage: Yeah, I fucking do...

J2H: Right. And what happened in that match?

Rage snarls again, but he doesn't respond. J2H, however, just nods.

J2H: He fucking beat you. Right? You had a chance to take this from him...

J2H motions towards the World Heavyweight Championship and Rage looks towards it too.

J2H: ...and he beat you. I know you have my back in this, Rage. But Drake Green will be dealt with in time, when I see fit. So don't go doing anything stupid and just...wait. You've got the briefcase. I've got the title. We have the power. Plain and simple. Your pissed off? So am I. Let that anger stew for a bit because all you need to worry about right now going up against whoever Mark and Christian put you against and making a damn impact every damn week.

Rage: That's still the plan, but--

J2H: No buts. Just stick to the plan and shit will work out. Trust me.

Rage lets out a frustrated sigh, but he doesn't speak another word as J2H just pats him on the arm and then brushes past him, walking down the hall. Rage turns around a moment later and follows behind him, looking around occasionally, guarding J2H's back.



We shift to backstage to find Evie Baang standing alongside Ben Jordan the two look to be in a deep conversation. However Evie's attitude around Ben has changed as her normally flirty personality is closed off; her arms are folded across her chest as if she is blocking herself from him. Ben can sense the tension in the air and it's him that addresses it.

Ben: Eves, about the kiss.

Evie just drops her head to the ground not wanting to think about the two worlds she was now torn between. With a quick sigh the Aussie returns her attention back up to Cockney.

Evie: It was heat of the moment, it will never happen again. We have apologised. Things like this happen all the time.

Ben just nodded as if to agree.

Ben: It meant nothing, something between us would never happen nor would it work. Nevertheless, I don't want it to ruin...

Before Ben could continue Evie's tag team partner Odette Steven's walks up on the two, she has a wicked smile on her face as she looks between the two. Odette flashes Ben a sly smile before her voice is heard.

Odette: Oh don't mind me, I just wanted to remind someone that we have a match coming up very soon... so she should be focusing on that.

Evie looked down at Odette with almost a snarl on her face before the "older" Aussie turned her attention back to the Cockney.

Odette: You seem different... did you do something with your hair? No that's not it... hmm I wonder what it could be?

She was teasing them both as she knew the full story before Evie just cut her off.

Evie: We should go, but Ben please, don't sweat this... everything will be back to normal in no time. It's fine.

Odette couldn't help but add some fuel to the fire.

Odette: Oh it's totally fine.

Evie wanted to kill her tag team partner right now and the heated look on her face backed that up. Ben on the other hand was trying to keep up on if these two were even friends to begin with.

Odette: Evie did you invite Jordo here to drinks after the show? I mean tonight is my big return to Climax Control so it should be celebrated.

The look on Evie's face intensified. While Ben seemed a little surprised that he wasn't invited.

Ben: I'll be there, any reason to hit the booze right?

Odette: That's perfect, I'll see you there... maybe you and Gabriel could plan a Millwall Cup day thingy.

Ben nodded as if that was a good idea, while Evie was glaring between the two about to lose her mind.

Evie: We should go.

Without another word spoken she turned on her heels and made a beeline out of this awkwardness while Odette and Ben stayed behind the young mum smiled up at the Cockney and was about to say something but Ben put his index finger up to silence her.

Ben: Don't even go there.

Odette: I wasn't going to say a single word.

As she faked and innocence the footage slowly blurred away to the next instalment of Sunday Night Climax Control.




We move backstage to see Dax Beckett standing by an RC Cola machine, just finishing off a can. He looks around as if he's expecting something terrible to happen at any moment. However, the last sip from the can gives him momentary pause as he let's out a sigh of pure and unadulterated pleasure. He crumples the can between his hands and tosses it into the trashcan. He turns to go on his merry way when he bumps into someone, immediately putting him on the defensive as he raises his arms to strike.

Dax: Son of a motherfff... Oh my god, people can't keep sneaking up on me like that!

Song: I'm kind of a Ninja so it's my thing to sneak around you know!!

Camera pans around and we see a full body red ninja suited Song.

Song: So buddy what you up to?

Dax: Ha! I get it... Because you're Asian, and... wait, is that okay to say?

Dax stares at the camera for a moment, blinking his eyes. Song removes her head portion of the suit and sticks out her tongue on Dax while he back is turned. After a second, he turns back to Song and smirks.

Song; leans in while on her tippy toes.

Song: I really do know Ninjutsu. That is between us.

Song lowers herself back down to stand normal next to Dax. She looks at Dax with a smile

Song: So did you enjoy the Spring Festival?

Song looks at the camera

Song: That is the Chinese New Year for those not caught up on the chinese ways.

Dax: I did very much. As I'm sure you know, I got a role in an upcoming movie, directed by someone that you may or may not know. I was stoked, but the cast parties were epic! I thought you were there, but I might have had one too many drinks...

Dax shrugs his shoulders as Song giggles at Dax's almost confused statement.

Dax: All That Glitters, in theaters this March. Talk about a cheap plug...

Song cuts off Dax. She takes a few steps forward and have the camera get a shot of just her face. She clears her throat

Song: Coming soon to a theatre near you, a movie about... Who cares what it's about it stars Dax Freakin Beckett and one half of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions...

The fans start to cheer.

Song: Nope not me, but my own partner Alana Allure!!!

The crowd starts to boo a bit. Song makes her way back to Dax.

Song: Sorry I tried to plug it but sometimes I forget the fans love me not Alana. He-he.

Dax: I think they're gonna love her in this one. There's a lot of Alana's "Allure" in this movie. At least, that's what all the girls were saying after the shoots.

Dax shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't quite understand what he's just said, before playing it off a bit.

Song: All the fans love to stare at her, and all the guys and most ladies wish they could see more of her body so this movie gives them that chance.

Dax: After this movie, a couple people will have nothing left to the imagination... Even me. That right there should be a major draw. Theaters across America will be selling out!

Dax holds his arms out, gloating as if the fans are going to cheer loudly for his exploits. When they don't, he sulks for a second, saddened by this.

Dax: Anyway, it's going to be great. Academy Award winning stuff... at least that's what Kenzi said.

Song: Well I mean from what I hear it's going straight to DVD so it will be for sale very soon. Not sure how the awards thing works but those movies tend to be in the theaters for a bit then hit DVD. But I assure you all that you will enjoy the movie.

Song and Dax look at the camera as they are being told to wrap it up. Song looks at Dax really quickly

Song: Can you be a sweetheart and get me a RC Cola please?

Song smiles at Dax then turns to the cameraman. Song walks over to the cameraman.

Song: Hey do be rushing me damn it. I am one half of the...

Cameraman cuts the footage.




The camera goes backstage where the area was set up with lights, a backdrop with the SCW log along with the SCW roulette wheel that was currently being the topic of discussion in the interview that was underway. Interviewer, Pussy Willow holds a microphone near the SCW Roulette Champion, Ryan Keys, who is looking at the options on the wheel. Clearly amazed with the new matches added to it.

Ryan Keys: The pudding match is new too. I'd probably be happy with that one better than the tuxedo match. I don't think anyone wanted to see that tonight. I don't even think Shipman would show up to a match like that.

He keeps looking through at the wheel with his belt secured around his hips. Comically it's larger than Ryan's current ring gear bottoms, which made it look like he wasn't wearing anything. That was the opening topic in the interview, but that was explained thankfully.

Pussy: Any matches you don't want to face against... TNA?

That question obviously made Ryan frown and have a hard time trying to give an answer. True he and Ryan butted heads last week, but that was it. Still,it was random enough to drag his attention away from the wheel long enough for him to look back at the woman. With a confused tone he asks about what was said, not noticing that Pussy was looking past behind him.

Ryan Keys: TNA? Where does he come into any of this?

A loud scoff echoes throughout the area as the camera pan away from Ryan to show the must see superstar Travis Nathaniel Andrews standing there in his traditional business suit with his eyes covered with dark sunglasses. Shawna Jennings is standing beside on his left as Travis raises a hand to rub his chin.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: When will you learn that my name will always be in some conversation where that championship is concerned.

He says while pointing his finger at the SCW Roulette Championship belt sitting firmly on Ryan's shoulder.

Pussy: Travis, this isn't your interview.

Travis doesn't even acknowledge Pussy's presence as Shawna interjects herself into the conversation.

Shawna Jennings: Since when did those that matter Pussy. You mentioned his name so he has every right to be here.

Travis keeps his steel blue eyes pointed at Ryan while waiting to hear from the champion.

Ryan Keys: I'll probably learn that when I earn how to pop in out of nowhere. Especially when I'm not even expected to be around.

Icy cold eyes meet steel with Ryan stares back at Travis. He wasn't one to forget something like what Travis pulled last week, and he was having big doubts about forgiving. Playing it off was his best option, though the two of them seem to forget about the interview.

Ryan Keys: Not that I'm asking what are you doing here but.... what are you doing here? no, wait, don't tell me... You were just in the neighborhood and you just so happen to stop right here. Am I in the ball park already?

He wasn't about to back down. If Travis was going to pick a fight Ryan was just the guy to give him one. From their side Pussy was trying to take some control over her interview but she seems to be talking to a wall when it comes to of the egos.

Travis chuckles as he sees Ryan trying to get into a better position.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: That is the difference between everyone and me. Everyone else needs a reason to make an appearance here on Climax Control but when you are the must see superstar on the roster. You make it a point to show up even when you aren't competing in a match.

Travis rubs his chin before reaching up and removing his sunglasses. His eyes are burning a hole right through Ryan as he steps a little closer.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Last time I checked, I don't need to run my itinerary through everyone but I'll play along this once. I already had it my mind to make my presence felt here in Irvine, CA. So when I heard Pussy mention my name, I just had to come and hear what you were going to say. Unfortunately, you didn't say anything that was worth a damn. I just hope you slam that wanna be psycho on his head.

Travis then places a finger on the center plate of the roulette belt.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: This will be mine sooner or later.

Travis says with a smirk while looking directly into Ryan's eyes.

Ryan Keys: Of course I didn't says anything that was worth a damn, you were involved. But I'm happy to see you bounce back and walk around. A must see superstar like yourself needs to keep reminding people of who you are.

Ryan liked to find holes in what people say. Looking at where Travis was pointing he only smirked and stood his ground. There was not going to be any backing down.

Ryan Keys: Seriously, that was nice work last week. And don't worry about Shipman, I got it under control. Who knows, maybe he'll hit harder than you. One can only hope. That's why I'm defending what's mine. If you want this so bad you're gonna have to do a lot more than get a win off a rookie.

There was something comical about how they forgot about the people around them. But a pissing contest usually was like this. Ryan wasn't going to budge as he clutches the title to keep it on himself, learning from his mistake last week.

Travis gets right up in Ryan's face and looks him right in the eye.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: When you can make Shipman tap out then you can come talk to me. As for me hitting you harder than last week.

Travis looks away for a second before turning back and leveling Ryan with a stiff right hand.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Be careful of what you wish for.

He says with a smirk before stepping over Ryan and walking out of the shot. Shawna hangs back a bit before chuckling under her breath. She finally follows after Travis as Pussy is left with her jaw dropped open.




Justin: Ladies and gentleman the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Bombshell Tag Team match!

The crowd delivers a huge pop as all eyes fall to the entrance.

Adams: One a tag match this will be! Four of my favorites duking it out in the ring! It doesn't get better than that!

Simone: Every Bombshell is your favorite, Jason.

The arena fades to complete black for five seconds before the lights flash on and off a few times before Irresistible by Fall Out Boy featuring Demi Lovato starts to play. On the stage is Remington and Eden, standing back to back. One arm is down by their sides and the other is on their hip. Slowly, they slide down to a squatting position. Remi slides her hand down Eden's leg and Eden slides her hand down Remi's as they slowly stand back up, keeping their legs straight.

Justin: Introducing first...from Pa'ia, Hawaii...At a combined weight of two hundred forty-five pounds...Eden and Remi...TEAM TECHNICOLOR!!!

Remi winks at Eden as they walk down the ramp next to one another, keeping the same pace as they wave to the fans before stopping at the foot of the ramp and posing with their backs to one another before walking to the ring and hopping up onto the apron before getting in between the bottom and middle rope.

Simone: Eden and Remi haven't been in the ring in several months, Jason. I have to wonder if they have what it takes to beat Evie and Odette.

Adams: Of course they have what it takes!

Eden goes to one of the turnbuckles and climbs up onto the second one before raising both arms in the air and shimmy's her chest a bit. Remi just sits on the middle rope, leaning against the top one as their music dies down.

The cameras whirl back around and focus on the top of stage before the lights cut off leaving the arena in darkness. The creepy and spine tickling sounds of an electric guitar come to life over the personal address system followed by a deep heavy drum beat. As "Anthem of the Year 2000" by SilverChair hits, the stage area dimly lights up glowing red. The lights continue to gradually get brighter to expose Evie Baang standing in the middle of the runway with her back to the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Victor Harbour, South Australia... Evieeee Baang!

Evie turns around slowly and keeps her hoodie over her head before she makes her way down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans as her focus is on the ring in front of her. She slowly walks up the steal steps before stepping into the ring while the lighting gradually returns to normal. Evie walks around the ring pulling on the ropes getting ready for her match while her song slowly dies down to nothing.

Adams: Evie looks like she's out for blood. What did Eden and Remi ever do to her?!

Simone: Evie blames them for Bad Company failing.

Adams: Oh sure! Blame the hot bombshells and not the untrustworthy blokes with problems of their own!

The lighting in the arena cut off before "Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?" as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system.

"Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me" as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette's dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp.

Justin: And introducing her tag team partner...From Queensland, Australia...Weighing in at one-hundred twenty-six pounds...Odette Stevens!!!

Odette takes in the moment before she charges her way down towards the ring. She slides into it under the bottom rope before she jumps up to her feet. The former SCW Bombshell Champion makes her way up beside Evie and the two exchange a high five, before the start quietly talking amongst themselves, strategizing for this match.

Edie and Remi quickly decide that Remi will be the one to start things off while Evie and Odette quietly discuss between the two of them. Odette seems ready to get the match started but Evie is just nodding quickly before Odette steps through the ropes and Evie turns and stares across the ring at Remi.

Simone: Looks like Evie and Remi are going to start things off.

Adams: Yes! I've been looking forward to this for so long!

The crowd quiets down to a low chatter as Drew finally calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Evie and Remi engage in an intense staredown across the ring from one another, as Evie's glare looks like it could drop Remi where she stands. Remi just rolls her eyes and laughs before the two finally start approaching one another and the crowd starts buzzing anxiously. They get toe to toe with one another, both taking their time in making the first move and after a few moments, Remi shakes her head as Evie stands there frozen. Remi turns around to tag in Edie, who is gladly itching for a shot at Evie but when Remi turns around, Evie grabs her by her hair and snaps her down to the canvas and she quickly starts delivering a fast series of stomps and kicks to Remi before she crouches down on top of her and starts pounding away with fist after fist to the temple!

Simone: Even I would have seen that coming...

Adams: I didn't. Evie was in some sort of trance!

Simone: Yeah, waiting for Remi to do exactly what she did!

Odette stands in her corner proudly watching as Evie unleashes all her frustrations on Remi and Edie watches, shouting words of encouragement to Remi and reaching her hand inside the ring, hoping to get a tag, but Evie won't let up. She quickly jumps back to her feet and pulls Remi up by her hair and sets her up and then delivers a quick but powerful DDT before she rolls Remi onto her back and goes for the pin, glaring right at Edie! Drew drops down for the count!

1!

2- The count is quickly broken up as Edie steps through the ropes and Evie jumps back to her feet!

Simone: A little too soon to try and end this one. Stuff like that is sure to happen a lot during this match.

Drew gets up and has to hold Edie back as Evie smiles wickedly at her, wanting a piece of her just as much as Edie does, but Drew ushers Edie back to the apron, and patiently waits for the tag from Remi. The brief reprieve has given Remi a few moments to get back to her feet against the ropes and when Evie rushes back over to her, she gets an elbow up, nailing Evie right in the jaw! Evie stumbles back and brings her hand to her mouth, checking for any signs of blood and when she looks back in Remi's direction, Remi lunges at her, taking her down with a spear!

Adams: And Remi is right back in it! Evie better watch her back!

The crowd is cheering loudly as Remi returns the favor to Evie and delivers a couple of hard right shots, but she follows it up by grabbing Evie by the hair and she starts slamming her head into the canvas repeatedly! Once she has Evie seeing stars she jumps back to her feet, runs against the ropes and rebounds back with a knee to the throat before she hooks Evie's leg and Drew drops for the count!

1!

2!

2 1/2- Evie gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Evie isn't going to give up that easily.

Adams: Yeah, and that woman doesn't feel any pain either! It's going to take a lot to finish her off!

Remi doesn't seem to happy about it, but she doesn't argue as she gets back to her feet, pulling Evie with her. She drags the former Bad Company manager back to her feet and pulls her over towards her corner where she tags Edie!

Simone: And the first tag has been made! Edie ready to get a piece of the action!

Adams: But Remi isn't getting out of the ring...

Remi shoves Evie into the corner holding the top rope as she starts delivering a series of boots to the cut and Edie steps through the ropes! The two double team the fiery Aussie Bombshell as Drew shouts at Remi, ordering her out to the ring apron! Once Evie collapses in the corner, Remi finally steps through the ropes, letting her sister go to work on her! Edie stomps away, trying to further wear down Evie, and for a moment, it looks as though Evie is just smiling as Edie continues her assault!

Adams: And Evie is smiling...How the hell is she smiling?!

Simone: Your guess is as good as mine.

Evie looks like she's seeing one too many stars as Edie takes several steps back, but she keeps her eye on Evie. After a few moments, Edie takes in a deep breath before she rushes back across the ring, going for a knee right to Evie's head, but Evie ducks at the last second and rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring! Edie saves herself, and her knee, meeting the steel ringpost and Evie stands on the outside, trying to shake away the stars. Edie, however, climbs to the top rope as the crowd is now on their feet, cheering loudly as Edie stares right down at Evie! Evie spins around and Edie leaps off the top turnbuckle with a flying high cross body to Evie and both women crash down to the floor!

Adams: Edie went flying! What a move!

Simone: A move that both women are paying the price for now...

Odette frantically walks around the ring apron to check on Evie as Remi looks down to her sister at the same time. Both women are clearly feeling the effects of that high risk move, but they slowly start getting back to their feet. Remi even takes it upon herself to jump down from the ring apron to help her sister out but Odette will have none of that as before Remi can even lay another hand on Evie, Odette runs around the ring apron and leaps off, flying right at Remi and hitting her with a flying shoulder block! The crowd cheers loudly as all four women are now on the outside, battling it out! Edie and Evie, the two legal women and exchanging blows against the ring apron, while Odette and Remi roll around on the ground, hitting each other with a series of rights and lefts before Odette flips Remi off of her and Remi's leg bounces off the steel steps!

Simone: Uh oh...that didn't sound too good for Remi.

Adams: I felt that one in my leg!

Evie rolls Edie back into the ring, before sliding under the bottom rope herself and Odette gets back to her feet. Remi is holding her right leg as Odette smirks before she walks around the ring and pulls herself back up to the ring apron just in her corner. Evie and Edie are both worn down, but Evie seems to be feeling the affects more than anyone else as she reaches towards Odette, crawling her way towards her wanting the tag! Odette has her hand reached into the ring and Evie is just inches away but Edie grabs a hold of Evie's ankle, holding her back! Evie pushes herself up to her foot, hopping on the one leg but Edie tries to pull her back! Evie manages to turn and face Edie before she hits her with a spinning kick to the side of the head and Edie crashes right back down the canvas, but so does Evie!

Simone: So close but yet so far! Evie desperately needs to make the tag!

Both women are still down and Remi has pulled herself back up to the ring apron, favoring her right leg but slowly getting feeling back into it. She's reaching into the ring, waiting for the tag as Evie is slowly crawling back to the waiting Odette! Odette is reaching in as far as she can and Evie is just inches away until she finally pushes herself back up and leaps towards Odette, making the tag!

Adams: Finally! Evie made the tag!

Simone: And Odette is roaring to go!

Edie is crawling towards Remi when Odette rushes into the ring, running right towards her! She reaches down, and pulls Edie back to her feet, dragging her away from the corner and preventing the tag! Odette lifts Edie up and then drops her down with a backbreaker right over her knee before she drops down and pins her shoulders to the mat!

1!

2!

Remi rushes into the ring and breaks up the pin with a boot to the back of Odette's head!

Simone: What did I tell ya. That's twice now. Both teams want to win this one badly.

Drew jumps up and tries to usher Remi back to her corner but Odette jumps back to her feet and lunges at Remi, hitting her with a forearm to the head, just barely missing Drew Patton in the process and the two start brawling in the corner! Drew tries everything to break them up, but Odette has Remi pinned in the corner, delivering a few knee strikes to the midsection! Neither one is able to see Edie has gotten back to her feet, holding her back. Edie stands up straight, fighting through the pain, and she sees Odette assaulting her sister in the corner and she quickly puts an end to that! She rushes over, grabbing Odette by her hair and hitting her with a knee to the small of her back! Odette finally stops her assault on Remi as Edie drags her just a few feet away, dropping her with a hair pull backbreaker right over her knee and then following it up with a quick elbow drop over the throat! Remi has stepped through the ropes, trying to get her strength back as Edie gets back to her feet and walks over, making the tag!

Adams: And Remi is back in it! These girls are making me dizzy.

Simone: But it's one hell of a match, I'll admit.

Evie is standing back in her own corner, shouting to Odette as Remi reaches down and pulls Odette up to her feet. She wastes no time in putting Odette into a painful abdominal stretching, trying to get her to submit! Drew checks on Odette, asking if she wishes to give up, but Odette shakes her head, letting out pained cries as she tries to figure out a way out of the submission hold and Remi only locks it in tighter!

Simone: Odette in a tough spot right now. This could be bad!

Adams: Unless Evie rushes into the ring and breaks it up.

Evie begins stomping her foot on the ring apron, continuing to shout words of encouragement to Odette but Remi shakes her head, refusing to release the hold! The more Evie stomps and shouts to her, the more Odette tries to twist her way out of the hold, but Remi tries to fight it! It is to no avail as eventually, Odette manages to twist and contort her body out of the abdominal stretch and she grabs Remi, dropping her down in a neck breaker! Edie is reaching into the ring, hoping for a tag, but Remi is holding her neck, moving slowly! Odette, however is crawling back towards Evie, arms outstretched before Odette jumps back to her feet and leaps over making the tag and Evie rushes into the ring quickly! She charges over to Remi, looking ready to finish this off once and for all. She drags Remi away from the corner as Odette stands back in her corner, taking in a few deep breaths! Evie stares right at Edie as she sets Remi up for the Toxic Maid and Edie suddenly dashes through the ropes, trying to stop it!

Simone: What's going to happen?! Odette is looking right in Edie's direction and Evie has Remi ready to finish things off!

Adams: Edie's not going to let it happen!

Edie rushes at Evie but Odette rushes from behind and takes Edie down with a vicious spear as Evie hits the Toxic Maid and goes for the pin!

1!

2!

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: You were saying, Jason?

Justin: Ladies and gentleman here are your winners via pinfall...Odette Stevens and Evie Baang!!!

Drew Patton stands between the two Aussie Bombshells and raises both their hands in victory as Edie and Remi roll out of the ring. Evie and Odette turn and watch with a smile as Team Technicolor makes their exit and disappears backstage.

Simone: Evie and Odette have done it again. They're 2 and 0 as a tag team.

Adams: Bombshell tag division is officially on notice! Gabriel's Girls are here to stay!

Evie and Odette then exit the ring and make their way backstage to a mixed reaction from the crowd.




The scene comes back in with Raynin in one of the many broom closets backstage. She's still dressed as cupid and wearing the luchador's mask as she peeks out of the door that she's opened just a crack.

Raynin: "After Rocky's reaction to love, I think I'm really needed today."

She sees James Tuscini and his Uncle Pinky standing in front of the stylist's table, discussing possible new looks for hair with the stylist.

James: "See right here?! It's too poofy! It's just too poofy! I think it needs to be more, you know, sexy not poofy."

Raynin takes aim with her nerf bow and sends the arrow flying off and it hits James in the butt cheek, making him jump and scream.

James: "I'm hit!! I'm hit!! They got me Unc!! How bad is it? Am I bleedin'?"

Pinky shakes his head and points at the arrow stuck to James' backside.

Pinky: "Calm down, calm down!! It's just a weird arrow thingy!"

James reaches back and pulls off the arrow, then reads the note that's attached to it.

James: "You've been cupidized?!! Go kiss someone to find true love?! Happy Valentines Day, Your resident Match Maker??!! Oh hell no! Not again!! Once was enough thank you very much!!"

James looks around, then looks his uncle up and down, and sticks him with the arrow in the butt and Pinky jumps in surprise.

Pinky: "Hey James!! Whatcha do that for?"

James hands Pinky the note and he reads it, then start to grin before he starts dancing and singing, twirling around like a ballerina.

Pinky: "Loooooove is a many splendored thing!!!"

Pinky tries to kiss the hair stylist, but she stops him short by brandishing a hot curling iron at him. Pinky dances backwards and continues on singing and dancing down the hallway. James wipes his brow and shakes his head.

James: "Wheew! I dodged a bullet with that one. Now, back to my hair. So I want sexy, not poofy, ok?"

Raynin slips away down the hallway, and the camera follows Pinky as the scene fades.




The scene opens backstage during the middle of the show, where we see Amy heading down the hallway in search for someone. Stopping and asking someone to where the person she is looking for, she thanks them and adjust the Roulette title on her shoulder before continuing and comes to a door and knocks.

The swings open and Shane - Jessie's husband - answers the door.

Amy: "Hey Shane, is Jessie about?"

Shane: "Sure."

Shane nods and turns, as Jessie makes an appearance at the door.

Amy:"Can we talk?"

Jessie:"Sure."

Jessie steps out of the locker room and closes the door behind her.

Jessie:"What's up?"

Amy:"I'm sorry about last week. I didn't mean to blow you off. I just wanted to set things straight with Chris and get him to change him mind. But the man just pissed me off even more."

Jessie:"I thought as much. But it's fine. Ready for tonight?"

Jessie asks changing the subject to their match later on.

Amy:"I am. Whatever happens... no hard feelings?"

Amy asks.

Jessie:"No hard feelings, no matter who wins tonight we're going to tear the fucking house down and set a high standard for the other two matches in our series, regardless of when the flamboyant menace schedules them."

Jessie responds with a grin.

Jessie:"Let me just say this, may the best metalhead from Miami win."

Jessie adds jokingly, Amy smirks as she sticks out her hand for a handshake.

Amy:"Good luck tonight Jessie."

Amy waits for the handshake and Jessie accepts it.

Jessie:"You too Amy."

And with that the scene fades.




The shot opens up at the locker room door of the Fallen, we can see the door is open as Gothika is talking to someone on the phone. On the outside of the door we can see Dmitri standing there, holding a black and red rose in his hand, clearly nervous as hell as to enter the room to confront Gothika.

Gothika: Michael, I told you I want you to check into rehab. It's the best for the both of us as this is clearly hurting us both.

She sighs as she hears him over the phone, clearly not agreeing with her when suddenly she senses the presence of Dmitri. Staring at him as he is at the door entrance, looking nervous as she motions with her hand to wait a moment. Causing him to nod.

Gothika: Michael, please.... I don't have all day. I....,

The line ends as Michael clearly hung up on her being very upset as she sighs again. Lowering her head as she cannot believe what is going on with him.

Dmitri: Should I come back later?

Gothika shakes her head, saying no before looking back into his direction.

Gothika: At this moment, I could use some company.

Dmitri nervously walks over towards her as there is a silence coming over them as Dmitri doesn't know what to say.

Gothika: So you were here for??

He looks up at her eyes and stares at them for a few moment before snapping out of it and starts to stammer.

Dmitri: I uhm., I'm not good at this... I...

She smiles as she slowly moves towards him and places a hand on his cheek.

Gothika: It's okay, I won't bite... yet

The two laugh as Dmitri takes a few moments to find the right words to talk to her.

Dmitri: Even though my life has been a living hell due to Ekaterina. For the past month or so I have found something that eventually keeps me going.

He stares at her with a purpose as he moves his hand behind his back and hands her the black and red rose that he has hidden for her as that causes her to smile.

Dmitri: I never thought I would feel this feeling again that I feel right now. And I feel I know what I want in life... and that's

He steps closer to kiss her, moving his head closer to hers as he is about to kiss her as she turns her head at the final moment. Causing his lips to touch her cheek instead of her lips. Dmitri pulls his head back with a confused look on his face.

Dmitri: What's wrong? I thought you wanted this too?

A look of concern on his face emerges as she slowly turns her face towards him as she stares at his eyes

Gothika: You know I do Dmitri, but you know what you must do. I will hold on to this rose and I will wait for you. I promise...

The two stare at each other as you can feel the tension between them.

Gothika: Good luck with your match tonight, I will be rooting you on.

Dmitri smiles as he grabs her hand and kisses it while never leaving her eyes with his before walking off as Gothika looks at him before turning her attention to the black and red rose and smiles.




The cameras cut backstage and sees Xander Bishop standing in a hallway awaiting his match. He looks over as Shipman steps into view.

Shipman: Bishop my ni*********h.

Shipman proceeds to throw up hand signs like he is trying to throw gang signs up.

Shipman: How you enjoying Black History Month. I know our boy MLK is rolling in his grave watching all these honkies and crackaz try to celebrate it like they know our suffering. Fearing for our lives every time one of those 5-0 roll by. Well n***a, looks like I got to go kick that cracka Ryan Keys ass now. Keep up the good fight. Cash me ouside, how bout dat?

Shipman walks away yelling "BLACK LIVES MATTER" as Bishop just looks at him confused and mouths "Wha da fuk?




"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."

A girly laugh can be heard and "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched begins to play. After a few seconds Polly Playtime appears from the backstage area and chooses to just stand on the stage for a few moments, letting it all sink in, noticeably limping a bit still from last week's match against Melody Grace. The men in the crowd swoon as all the ladies in the crowd boo their hearts out. Polly winks her left green eye. The camera gets a really good close look at that, sensing that Polly is ready to potentially do something evil.

Justin: "Please welcome, from Panguitch, Utah, she is the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"

As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and slowly and carefully begins to descend the ramp, down to the ring.

Simone: "Clearly our Bombshell Internet Champion still feeling the effects of that ill-timed dive against our Bombshell World Champion last week. Yet she's here tonight for a special announcement that concerns her and the championship she's wearing around her waist."

Adams: "From the looks of it, her leg doesn't seem to be as bad tonight as it was last Sunday. Behind closed doors I interviewed her on Wednesday and already she said it was feeling better, and that she'd easily be ready for whoever her next number one contender is. These females out here see her as evil, but it's only because they're against her. She was quite nice when I interviewed her."

Simone: "That would make you the first. Usually she is just shooing everyone away. But regardless, I wonder who will be the next number one contender for the Bombshell Internet Championship."

Polly takes her time getting to the ring, but she doesn't go to get into it. Instead she walks slowly around the ring, over to the timekeeper and asks the timekeeper for their microphone. She is handed it, but doesn't do anything with it until her music and the feminine boos quiet down.

Polly: "Ready? Okay. As you can all see, thanks to Melody Grace, I won't be competing here tonight. However, there's no reason to be sad... or happy as I know some of you are out there... because my career is NOT over. Not even close. My leg will be as good as new in about a week or so, according to the doctor I selected to check me out."

"Now, do I blame Melody for what happened? No. She got lucky and somehow ducked out of the way of my dive. She was clearly scared she was about to lose. That's a story for another night though. Do I feel embarrassed and humiliated that in the end I lost to her? Absolutely not! I'm not going to put Melody down, and I bet a lot of you out there are wondering why. It's quite simple. She showed that she's NOT a total good girl. Inside her she definitely has some darkness and evil inside of her. To Melody, please oh please don't hide it. Show us who you are! I have NEVER hidden who I am, which is one of the major reasons as to why I am your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion today!"

Polly pauses, but it's only a brief pause. During the pause there is quite the mixed reactions, though the boos outnumber the rest, meaning there are clearly more females in attendance.

Polly: "Speaking of which, I hope Mark and Christian have NOT picked the names I am about to mention, as NONE of them deserve even a sniff at the Bombshell Internet Championship at this juncture. First, Melody Grace. Duh, this one's obvious. It's not that I'm afraid of her as next time I face her, trust me, I'll beat her. It IS because she's our Bombshell World Champion and will undoubtedly be soon facing a tough challenge of her own."

"Second, Kate Steele. She has severely dropped the ball against me twice now. She is totally undeserving and should not even be allowed a chance to go for ANY championship again until she actually you know... wins a match?"

That sparks quite a few boos in the crowd.

Polly: "Don't boo facts guys and gals. It's not good for you. Which brings me to... third, Mercedes Vargas. She too dropped the ball twice against me, with the first time sneaking up on me without me even knowing, you know, just because she's supposedly a mean girl. Meh, I don't buy it. She's as basic as they come and even though unlike Kate she actually wins some, she still isn't anywhere near ready to take THIS from ME!"

Polly points down at her belt, and this gets the males in the crowd to cheer for her, probably due to Mercedes being the bigger evil to them. Polly smiles now as she continues on.

Polly: "As for the fourth and fifth on my list of those that don't deserve a chance against me, Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall! First reason, they're busy playing around with each other. Second reason, they've both already lost to me. And third reason is for Amy alone, she tried to end my career, but FAILED! So what I'm saying is, I want to face someone I have not faced yet. I want four bombshells that are willing to step up and compete at the highest level they've ever competed at. And I'm hoping Mark and Christian can make it happen. Because this young woman? She's ready to play in that very wrestling ring, and ready to humiliate... someone... NEW!!!"

Polly partially turns and drops the microphone on the timekeeper table. She then turns back to the stage and waits, her green eyes just glaring in that direction.




Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 10 minute time limit, and is a #1 Contender's match for the SCW Internet Championship!

The crowd cheer

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing at this time all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling. . . CALVIN HARRIS!

Hearing that announcement put the crowd on edge. It was like they were hearing nails running down a chalkboard. Not a pleasant situation at all. Again they were vocal getting louder with their boos. At this point they were so loud it was hard for people to even hear themselves think. Let alone begin to form an actual thought that made any sense. By this time that he had been introduced to the crowd. Calvin was halfway down the ramp, seemingly taking his time. That smirk of his remained on his expression as he let out a couple of chuckles at those fans he deemed pathetic. Though, he had finally made it to the end of the ramp.

Calvin took a couple of steps towards the ring and reached up with his right hand grabbing the middle rope. He proceeded to pull himself up onto the apron and onto his knees. He pushed himself right up to his feet and in a pretty swift motion. He lifted one leg over the middle rope, ducked down under the top, and found himself right in the ring. That's when Calvin took it upon himself to take the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed it right up to the second rung and looked out at the booing crowd. Not a single one of them were backing down from how they felt about him. Something that was just making him happier and happier with each boo he heard. All of the sudden he brought his hands up and out to each side of him while tilting his head back a bit. It was almost like he was in a position where he was forcing the crowd to "bask" in all his glory or as if he was wanting them to "praise" him. Something that wasn't going to happen. Not even on his best day. That taunt remained for only a couple of seconds. At least until the theme song found itself fading out. At that point Calvin turned himself around leaping down from the turnbuckle and found himself bouncing around on his two feet waiting for the next bit of action to take place.

The Lights throughout the entire Sin City Wrestling auditorium dim simultaneously on out throughout the entire theatre as it plunges into darkness as "Murder Was the Case" - by Snoop Doggy Dogg ft. Dat Nigga Daz begins to blare on out of the PA system, various screens throughout the theatre come to life showing that of XANDER BISHOP in the gorilla position, the camera focusing on his back and more so that of his name ("BISHOP") which can be seen having been stitched onto his custom jersey for the evening.

A single pulsating light comes to life shining down upon him, lighting up the stitching on his back for all to see. As the stitching of his custom jersey he can be seen wearing for the evening is seen by the fans of Sin City Wrestling, he swings around to face the fans, a devilish Cheshire cat like grin can be seen on Bishop's face serving as the perfect statement.

Justin: Coming from Brooklyn, New York he weighs in tonight at 227 pounds, he stands approximately 6'0" inches in height... he is Poppin' Off Records hottest selling artist he is... "THE NEW DYNASTY" of Sin City Wrestling he is the one the only... XANDER BISHOP!!!

As Bishop's name is heard he slowly begins making his way on down the entrance aisle his ring attire can be seen consisting of a pair of custom made boxing shorts with his logo stitched at the bottom, echoing the color scheme of the jersey he can be seen wearing for the evening. Bishop also can also be seen sporting a snap-back flat billed ball cap with the same logo embroidered on the front, a compression sleeve on his left arm, and a matching pair of Nike SB Dunks.

He can be seen slowly getting closer to the ring as he's swarmed with various Boo's and cheers along with various chants; both of approval and disapproval of the youngster as he slowly walks around to the black steel steps as he, methodically, walks on up them as the boos, cheers and chants of both approval and disapproval continue to be heard, as he slowly slithers on up the side of the nearest ring post like a snake as he does he throws out his arm as he continues to soak in the love and hatred he's receiving from the nearby fans and those around the arena showing their support and nonsupport for him as he awaits for the start of the match.

Simone: It's time to find out who the next contender is for Despayre's Internet Championship! These two have had some epic battles since joining Sin City Wrestling, and have earned the right to challenge Despayre for his championship.

Adams: Xander Bishop and Calvin Harris have been chomping at the bit for an opportunity to get their hands on gold, and this is their moment. Who has the edge going into this match? It's hard to say. These two have been neck and neck on their race to the Internet Championship. What we can say is this. Whoever executes their game plan with precision point accuracy will be the victor here tonight!

DING DING DING

Holly Wood calls for the bell. Calvin Harris and Xander Bishop stare daggers at each other from each corner. Xander points his "gun" at fires a direct shot. "The Martyr of Professional Wrestling" simply smirks at Xander Bishop; catches his "bullet" and drops it on the mat.

Simone: Harris isn't having any of Xander's "poppin' off". He gives him a salute of his own... the single finger variety, and we're underway.

Adams: These have no love lost between them, that's for sure! This is going to get very interesting... very quickly.

Harris and Bishop meet in the center of the ring, and immediately start trading lefts and rights. Neither man gets the upperhand to kick off the match, but it doesn't stop either from getting out some pent up aggression towards the other. Bishop finally has had enough and loads up for a big shot. He swings an overhead right hand at Calvin Harris, but Harris ducks out of the way. Calvin nails Xander with his patented Pele kick sending Xander Bishop to his knees.

Simone: Harris has broken the stalemate that was the slugfest to kick off this match with a picture perfect Pele!

Adams: GOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLL!

Xander tries to shake the cobwebs off, but Harris wastes no time dropping Bishop with a stiff boot to the face! He quickly goes for a cover. Holly Wood drops down to the count the pinfall.

Simone: Quick cover by Calvin Harris while he has Xander Bishop reeling!

Adams: Way to early in the match though, and Bishop kicks out with authority at one!

Xander shoves Calvin Harris off him aggressively, and rolls under the bottom rope to gather himself. Harris launches himself through the ropes with a suicide dive attempt at Xander Bishop!

Simone: Xander telegraphs the suicide dive from "The Martyr of Professional Wrestling"!

Adams: What a European uppercut from "The Young Immortal"! Calvin Harris is on dream street, and Xander has taken control of this #1 Contender's match! Xander needs to take advantage right here and right now if he wants to be facing Despayre for the Sin City Wrestling Internet Championship. This is your opportunity kid! Grab it!

Xander throws up the "Westside" at the crowd, and then waves it in front of Calvin Harris' face as he lays on the floor. He grabs two handfuls of Harris' hair, pulling him to his feet and shoving him back into the ring. Xander pulls himself up onto the apron with the assistance of the middle rope. Calvin is slow to his feet, and Xander waits for him patiently... calculating...

Simone: Xander flies!

Adams: Look at that hang time!

Xander Bishop springs off the top rope, soaring across the ring and cracking Calvin Harris with a clothesline that sends both men crashing to the canvas! Xander slides over and drapes an arm across Calvin Harris.

Simone: Sloppy cover by Xander Bishop, and he pays for it as Harris is easily out at a count of two. You can't just toss an arm over your opponent in this important of a match.

Adams: These men are both throwing caution to the wind her tonight. They both know exactly how important this opportunity. To get a shot at one of the legends of Sin City Wrestling, and get their first taste of gold... that's HUGE for these two.

As Xander is getting back up after the missed opportunity at victory, and the #1 contendership... Calvin drives his thumb deep into the eye socket of the "King of the Streets"! Calvin follows up by also raking the eyes of Xander for good measure! Xander swings wildly at Harris, but misses due to his momentary blindness. Harris rolls up Xander for a rope assisted two count only thanks to Holly Wood seeing the feet on the rope at the last second.

Simone: Calvin Harris is pulling every trick out of his hat to secure the #1 contendership. Thank goodness for Holly Wood's keen eye and seeing the underhanded tactics.

Adams: She missed the thumb to the eye though... oh, and the eye rake. Just saying.

Calvin protests for a moment, and then continues his onslaught on Xander Bishop. He lays in a few boots into the ribs of Xander Bishop. He pulls Xander to his feet by his jersey, and throws him into the turnbuckles. The force that he throws Xander with tears the jersey in the process. Calvin stomps over to the corner, and begins laying vicious chops into the exposed chest of Xander Bishop. Blood vessels split under the skin of Bishop, and causes the blood to rush to the skin leaving welts almost instantaneously.

Simone:Harris is unloading on Xander Bishop with those knife edge chops!

Adams: He is lighting him up with them! Xander is definitely going to be feeling those tomorrow morning.

Harris cracks Xander with a hard shot to the side of the head. He backs up several steps, and then rushes towards the corner. Xander drops to his butt at the last possible moment, causing Calvin Harris to miss wildly with his Yakuza Kick and crotching himself over the top rope. Xander scrambles back to his feet quickly. Calvin Harris is still hung up in the corner ropes, when you see the lightbulb go off inside Xander Bishop's head. He sprints in, and leaps high in the air!

Simone: DRIVEBY! Xander Bishop connects with a stunning Superman punch that has rocked Calvin Harris. This is the opportunity that "The New Dynasty" is built on! Calvin Harris is out on his feet, and Xander Bishop needs to seize this moment!

Adams: Now's the time to finish this kid! Despayre is just THREE SECONDS AWAY!

DING! DING! DING! The bell sounds...

Simone:There's the bell! What just happened?

Justin Decent heads over to Holly Wood, and fills in the ref. Xander Bishop is losing it in the ring right now. Harris gathers himself, and pulls himself up with some help from the ropes. Holly Wood signals to Xander and Calvin to meet her in the center of the ring. She speaks with both men before giving a nod to our ring announcer Justin Decent. Xander and Calvin are both visibly frustrated with what is about to go down.

Justin: We have reached the 10 minute time limit. This match is a DRAW!

Holly Wood raises the arms of both Calvin Harris and Xander Bishop!

Simone: We've got a time limit draw here tonight in our #1 Contender's match. What does this mean for the Internet Championship?

Adams: And what does this mean for Despayre!? I can't wait to see what the office has to say about this outcome. Once again, Harris and Bishop have pushed each other to their limits and are deserving of challenging Despayre for his Internet Championship!




The scene comes back in with Raynin slinking through the corridors again. She stops short as she sees the Surf Boys, hanging around the refreshments table. They're talking and laughing, having themselves a great time. Narly jumps up on the table and starts riding it like a surf board.

Narly: "Man, those rips this morning were just totally awesome!!"

Radical nods in agreement

Radical: "Dude! I know!! We were riding like, whooooooo!!!"

Raynin ducks through some outfits hanging on a rack near the refreshments area and peeks out through the clothes to where Narly and Radical are pretending to surf. She pulls out a second crossbow, and notches an arrow in each, then lets them fly. They hit both Narly and Radical in the middle of their foreheads. They stop and look at each other in shock.

Narly: "DUDE!!!"

Radical: "BRO!!!"

Narly: "Dude, you've got a nerf arrow sticking out of your head!"

Radical: "Bro!! You've got one too!!! Whoa!! Freaky!!"

Narly points at the arrow on Radicas's head again.

Narly: "Yo!! It's got a note on it!!"

Radical: "Yeah man, yours too!!"

They each reach up and pull off the notes and read them aloud together.

Narly and Radical: "You've been Cupidized!! Valentine's Day is not just for lovers, but also for friends. Dudes, hug it out! Happy Valentine's Day! Your friendly neighborhood Match Maker!"

They look at each other and huge grins spread across their faces. They each hold their arms out to each other and hug it out.

Narly: "Dude!!!"

Radical: "You too, Bro!! You too!!"

Raynin nods with a grin, then slinks off down the hallways again.




The camera cuts to backstage where Hot Stuff Mark Ward walking through the halls. He turns the corner and bumps into Drake Green, who is their apparently to meet his wife Mikah.

HS: Well...look who it.

Drake: Mark...

HS: Drake...you seem to be popping up here quite a bit haven't ya?

Drake: Yeah well...some times the wife likes the support.

HS: I bet she does.

Green cocks his eyes at his former boss before looking him up and down.

Drake: Did you change your hair or something?

HS: Nope.

Drake: You sure because you look-

Ward cuts him off.

HS: Nope. Same old fresh cut.

Drake: Are you sure because you look-

Ward cuts him off again.

HS: Positive. Same old me.

Drake: Right, well, can't say it's good seeing you. I'll catch ya later.

Green brushes past Mark and heads up the hall towards Mikah's dressing room. Mark starts on his way again but after a moment stops walking and turns back toward Drake.

HS: Hey, Green. Hold up.

Green turns back toward Mark.

HS: I can't deny I really enjoyed ya smackin' the bollocks out of James a few weeks ago.

Drake: Yeah well, some times some people deserve it.

HS: Truth is I found it funny as all hell. Any interest in doing it for real? In the ring?

Green chuckles.

Drake: Not a chance, Mark. That kid doesn't deserve it. He ain't worth lacing up anything. See you around.

Green turns back around and walks away but Mark stands there, smiling and obviously scheming, as he watches Drake walk off.




The cameras quickly move in as reporter Pussy Willow is seen rushing toward the Men's Locker Room. As she gets closer, she sees Bad Boys Giani Di Luca and Mickey Carroll standing outside of the door, having a low key conversation with someone. Mickey looks over his shoulder and pats Giani on the shoulder. Giani looks back, annoyed at the ambitious reporter as he says loud enough for the camera to hear.

Giani: I'm glad that you could help us out wit' our little numbers problem, bro. Welcome aboard...

Mickey hands the jacket over to a mystery star, shaking hands, as Giani offers the same gesture. The door closes, and Giani turns to face the fast approaching Pussy Willow. Mickey picks his bat up from his side and stretches it out behind his neck, resting the inside of his elbows on it as he flashes her an arrogant smirk. He reaches his hand down for a cigarette and lighter, somehow managing to light it without losing his "bad ass" pose.

Mickey: Oi, what ye want, Belisha Beacons? Smelled blood in the water, so ye 'ad to come swimming up to like a hungry beast?

Pussy: I was hoping to help spread the word on what appears to be the newest member to your little group of bullies.

Mickey: Bollocks, ye dirty slag.

Mickey huffs a bit, blowing a cloud of smoke into Pussy's face, causing her to cough a bit. Giani places a hand on Mickey's shoulder, trying to calm down the angry redhead. He motions with his hand to calm down, and then he steps in front of Mickey, placing the palm of his hand on the doorframe as he gives her a flirty sort of smile.

Giani: Mickey, Mickey, Mickey... We ain't no Mean Girls, so there's no need to insult this lovely lady hey... I think what my boy here is tryin' to say is that we ain't givin' away our ace in the hole just yet, and...

Mickey: But she just called us a pack of bullies!

Giani: Look, bro... C'mon! She spent most of 2014 gettin' bullied by the Mean Girls. My boo is Veronica Freakin' Taylor, the numba one stunna whose runnin' the show. And you're gettin' it in wit' Mercedes Vargas... I mean, at least I think ya are.

Mickey: G, a true gentleman doesn't kiss and tell... Luckily for me, I think we both know I'm not gentleman, so...

Pussy clears his throat, and Mickey blows another cloud right in her face, causing her to turn her head slightly as she continues on with her inquiries.

Pussy: It was actually Ms. Rocky Mountains who was tortured by the Mean Girls. They only attacked me once, and...

Mickey: Cool story, bro...

Giani: SWAGGER JACKER! You just jacked my swag, ye bloomin' wank stain!

Mickey raises an eyebrow at Giani, who then returns his attention back to Pussy briefly.

Giani: Whatever, dawg... Listen, P-Dubba-Dubba Double D's, I think what my boy Mickey is tryin' to get through ya thick ass skull? Is that you will know who is behind that door when we're good and goddamn ready for ya to. And it's not 'cause we're pullin' the whole "Let's be a fuckin' douchebag to the reporter to make ourselves look more like a fuckin' asshole." tired ass routine. I think Mickey genuinely hate ya, and I'm just generally annoyed by ya presence, honestly. So, I'm gonna save us all the hassle, and I'm gonna take this microphone from ya...

Giani slowly, yet very forcefully, plucks the microphone from Pussy's hand, much to her shock. Before she can object, Giani leans forward with an arrogant and falsely kind smile in his face as he sucks in a deep, almost exasperated breath, waving Pussy out of the shot.

Giani: Uh, now get the fuck outta heyyy...

Mickey: Ye heard the man, Strawberry Creams. It's time that the Bad Boys 'ad a little bit of a heart to heart with The Nobodies... I mean, Dying Breed.

Giani: Keep walkin' around scared out there. Every corner ya walk around, I want ya to think to ya'selves... "Is this the corner Bad Boys is waitin' around? When I turn, are they gonna be waitin' to shove their feet so far up our asses that we tastin' the fresh white sneakehz of Giani Di Luca, or the steel toed shit kickehz of Mickey Carroll?" Y'all wanted to play it dirt last week. It's cool, it's cool. It might surprise most of the fans, but we actually like to play dirty. Before this, there was honor in this fight. Dax Beckett crossed the freakin' line last week when he stuck his nose into a match that didn't even involve him. When he reached inside the ring, and grabbed onto my leg, he might as well have broken his own leg instead, cause that's what we're gonna do. When you raise the stakes, best believe that Bad Boys is gonna double down! Dying Breed? Y'all turned this into a war, and all is fair in love and war...

Mickey: Exactly which one is it? Since we are in Irvine, California, it only seems natural to 'ave to spell it out...

Giani: It's war. So Dax... enjoy ya career while ya still have one, cause when all is said and done, your's ain't never gonna be the same. Game, set, match, ya dirty piece of hipster trash.

Giani makes a gesture with his hand, running it across his throat before walking off. Mickey lunges at the camera, pausing just inches away from it as he prominently states.

Mickey: Burn!

Mickey shoves the camera out of the way, causing it to crash against the ground, making the screen temporarily scramble before fading elsewhere.




Backstage, Christian Underwood is now seen on the SCW-Tron above the stage, standing against the SCW backdrop along with the busty reporter, Miss Pussy Willow. At the sight of the boss and co-owner, the crowd erupts in boos. Hearing them obviously, Christian smiles and nods, then mocks them by cupping a hand to his ear. Rolling his eyes, Christian shakes his head in faux dismay as he turns to Pussy Willow who begins her interview...

Pussy Willow: Christian? Earlier this evening, the Bombshell Internet Champion Polly Playtime was out here, complaining about a lack of variety in her challengers. I was wondering if you had anything to say to address her concerns?

Christian: Well I think the first thing that I should say is that I completely agree with her. The same women have been facing Polly time and again, and so far she's turned away every single one that has come after her championship. So yes, she's correct in saying that she has had very little variety going up against her so I thought to myself, what better way to decide who should be next in line to face Ms. Playtime at our next Supercard, than by holding a little tournament?

Pussy Willow: A tournament? For the number one contender spot?

Christian: Exactly! Just a small one, because the names that are deserving for a shot at Polly are now few and far between, but I think I narrowed it down to four names that are most deserving. First and foremost, I think Mikah should be entered into this event, being a former World Champion and one of the very best! Next, Chelsea Payne has been on a roll lately, so why not allow her a chance to prove herself against the top ranked women in SCW? Third, Lucy Seraphina. A former Bombshell Internet Champion in her own right and a former World Tag Team Champion. Nobody can say that she's undeserving.

Pussy Willow: And the fourth?

Christian smiles.

Christian: oh the fourth is the fun one, the one I thought should really add some serious flavor to this little tournament. Former two-time World Champion. Former three-time World Tag Team Champion. Miss Willow, I am speaking of ... Raynin!

The crowd reacts to the four names with fanfare as Christian nods in satisfaction.

Christian: There are four women Polly has yet to face, and four who individually should give our champion a fantastic challenge, whoever should win. And it'll kick off next week. Now if you'll excuse me? I have a show to run.

Christian turns and walks off camera, leaving Pussy Willow shaking her head.

Pussy Willow: Wow! A four woman tournament to decide Polly Playtime's next challenger! Mikah! Raynin! Chelsea Payne! And Lucy Seraphina! Tune in next week fans for the start of this event!




We are taken backstage where James Tuscini, Pinky del Ferrando, and Dmitri, are standing in the hallway having a discussion.

James: Damn Dmitri! That altercation between me and Ekaterina was intense. For a moment I thought I was gonna die. Fortunately she's so much in love with you that she didn't destroy me. Those feelings she has for you have also saved you from extinction.

Dmitri: I can't say more than I hope one day she gets what she deserves.

Pinky: I know what she deserves! For her to issue a threat to James that he needs to watch me closely as she's going after me she better realize that I have the Italian Mafia officially behind me now.

Dmitri: You two need to know there is nothing human that can stand up to Ekaterina and survive. James was fortunate that Ekaterina let him go the other day.

James: I gave you my take on what's happening with you and Ekaterina and Gothika and now the final decision is in your hands. You have to decide what your future is going to be.

Dmitri: My future is defeating and destroying Jon Dough and Eyesnsane tonight and moving on to take on Jet City again for the Tag Team Championship. There will be no Tag Team Battle Royal to determine who the Number One Contender is for the Tag Championship because with our win tonight we retain our Number One Contender status.

James: I have a feeling Ekaterina might show up at ringside to distract us. Even though she has deep feelings for you, and she always claims she wants us to win, she has an odd way of encouraging us in our Tag Team matches. If only she were out of the way forever we would be doing better.

Pinky: Don't worry about Ekaterina. If she pulls some crap at ringside I have several surprised for her. She's not the only one who can get around without being noticed.

Dmitri: What do you have I mind?

Pinky: You think I'm gonna tell anyone and have Ekaterina listen in and get a heads up of what we can do to her? Not a chance. Surprise is one of the best offensive weapons. Now get out there tonight and pound Jon Dough and Eyesnsane into the ground to keep your Number One Contendership.

The three men laugh and high five each other and the scene closes.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Our next match at Climax Control is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall to a finish!

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. 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.

Justin: Introducing first, to be accompanied by Uncle Pinky and Ekaterina! At a combined weight of five hundred and forty pounds, the team of Dmitri and James Tuscini -- the Unholy Alliance!

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 entrance way.

IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.

Justin Decent: Introducing their opponents! Coming to the ring and a combine weight of 32 and a half stones. Jon Dough...

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

Justin Decent: ... and his tag team partner Eyesnsane!

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

Adams: I always loved tag team wrestling and this one is going to be great!

Simone: On one hand we have a team that are former World Champions in the Elders, and their opponents, the Unholy Alliance, who covet those very same titles for the first time.

Backstage, the reigning World Champions, Kris and Jason Halc, are watching the monitor with the tag team gold over their respective shoulders.

Adams: Hoo hoo hoo! Look who's watching!

Simone: No surprise there. Jet City has to know that sooner or later, they'll be facing one of if not both of these tag teams.

Dmitri steps out to his corner, as Jon Dough does the same for his own. Drew checks to ensure both teams are ready and calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And at the sound of the bell, Eyesnsane and James Tuscini approach each other in the center of the ring and lock up, collar and elbow. The larger and stronger Tuscini slowly powers Eyesnsane back up against the ropes. Drew steps in as Eyesnsane holds his arms up, expecting a cheap shot, but before the official can count, James backs away, breaking cleanly, yet patting Eyesnsane on the chest with both hands and a smile on his face.

Simone: I have to admit a bit of surprise there on the part of the former two-time Roulette Champion.

Adams: You never know what to expect from that guy. One day he'll shake your hand, the other he'll knock your teeth out.

Eyesnsane frowns at the manner he is treated and the two men circle each other before locking up once again. And like before, James backs Eyesnsane up against the ropes -- only this time Eyesnsane counters with the leverage advantage and reverses their positions, pivoting around so that Tuscini is backed against the ropes. Drew intervenes and Eyesnsane breaks clean -- and returns the favor by patting James's cheek.

Adams: Ooo!

Simone: I'm not so sure that was wise of Eyesnsane, mocking a man with a temper like James Tuscini has.

And true in fashion, James's face creases into a frown and he lunges forward, swinging wildly, but Eyesnsane ducks the blow and as James spins around, Eyesnsane strikes fast with a spinning back fist to the face of the bigger man, staggering him!

Adams: Wow! What a shot!

Simone: Eyesnsane is an outstanding striker and very few men can match him in a battle of fisticuffs!

James swings again but the blow is blocked and Eyesnsane strikes him again in the ribs with first a left, then a right! The blows knock the air from Tuscini's lungs and send sharp, stabbing pains through his upper body and he lurches over at the waist, and Eyesnsane takes advantage with a side headlock. This does not last long as Tuscini uses the ropes to fire him off with an Irish whip, breaking the hold. The two collide in the center of the ring with a double shoulder block and the expected result -- Tuscini coming out on top and Eyesnsane hitting the mat! Tuscini then dashes into the ropes and Eyesnsane kips up off of the mat. Tuscini comes racing off and Eyesnsane leapfrogs over him. Tuscini hits the ropes and rebounds where Eyesnsane connects with a dropkick, sending him to the canvas! James is right back up and goes for a martial arts kick to the sternum, only James blocks it with his arm, grabbing the limb, and Eyesnsane shows his agility by kicking up and striking him in the back of the head with an Enzugari!

Simone: James Tuscini is going to have to do something because Eyesnsane has had the advantage in this battle of the bulls thus far.

Rather than follow up, Eyesnsane reaches up and tags in his partner, Jon Dough. The enigmatic masked man quickly climbs into the ring, but rather than face Tuscini, he silently points straight over at Dmitri and beckons him inside of the ring.

Adams: That guy actually WANTS Dmitri in the ring?

Simone: Well nobody ever said Jon Dough had both oars in the water.

Adams: Yeah but how smart is he being here?

James smiles and shakes his head as he steps back and tags Dmitri in. The much larger man steps OVER the ropes and into the ring, whereas Tuscini makes his exit. Jon stands ready, hands on knees and staring at the vampire grappler who slowly approaches him. Jon stands upright and the two lock up -- and immediately the advantage is Dmitri's as he scoops Dough up and slams him harshly to the canvas! Jon arches his back and grabs the small of his back as Dmitri stands over him while Tuscini nods in appreciation. Dmitri reaches down and grabs his opponent by the mask but Jon fends him off, swinging a kick up against the side of the vampire's head! Jon quickly gets to his feet, but not before Dmitri shakes off the effects of the blow and grabs him by the throat!

Adams: I'd say holy (beep) but that might not be PC when a vampire's involved!

Dmitri literally picks Jon up by the throat with one arm and dumps him over the top and Dough falls to the floor below!

Adams: I'd say this just went downhill fast for the Elders!

Eyesnsane jumps from his perch in his teams corner and hurries around to check on his partner, but Drew leans out and orders him back to his corner. Eyesnsane starts to argue with the official as Jon slowly pulls himself to his feet. Dmitri leans out through the ropes and grabs Jon by the mask, dragging him back up onto the ring apron -- when Jon grabs him by the head and drops down, catapulting Dmitri's throat over the top rope!

Simone: I'd say it looks like Jon was playing a bit of possum!

Adams: With that mask on, who can tell?

Dmitri rocks back on his feet, but remains upright! Jon grabs the top rope and brings himself in with a springboard vault, connecting with the Dashing Kick and taking the biggest man in the match down, finally! Jon hurriedly tags Eyesnsane back in and as Dmitri slowly returns to his feet. Eyesnsane lets loose with repeated back handed strikes to the side of his head! Eyesnsane then takes off into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Dmitri catches him by the arm and reels him in but Eyesnsane uses his leverage to turn into the maneuver and bring him down with a reverse neck breaker! Eyesnsane signals to Jon who springs over the top and into the ring! Seeing this, James tries to get inside but Drew heads him off! The Elders send Dmitri into the ropes where Dough strikes the big man with a shuffle sidekick, bending him at the waist, and Eyesnsane comes off the ropes across from him with an axe kick, right across the back of the head! Jon gets out of dodge as Eyesnsane goes for the cover and Drew turns to see it!

1.....
2.....
Dmitri T-H-R-O-W-S him clear off!

Adams: WOW! Look at the look on Eyesnsane face!

Simone: He had to have known Dmitri would be no easy win, especially after all those matches he had with J2H!

Eyesnsane gets back to his feet and cuts Dmitri off with a knee to the midsection. Eyesnsane quickly grabs Dmitri by the neck and arm from behind and brings him up and over with a cobra clutch suplex! A huge crashing sound on impact is heard as Dmitri hits the mat!

Simone: That took some strength on the part of Eyesnsane!

Adams: And he's trying for the pin again!

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

Eyesnsane lifts Dmitri to his feet and shoots him off the ropes. As Dmitri returns, Eyesnsane jumps and rolls through into a cross arm breaker! But before Drew can even begin to ask Dmitri about a submission, Tuscini is in the ring and breaks it up with a solid boot to the head of Eyesnsane.

Simone: Not sure that was needed. I just can't imagine Dmitri submitting, especially this early in a match.

Eyesnsane lift's Dmitri to his feet again, hitting him with a hard right hand. He grabs Dmitri and puts him into position for a cradle piledriver.

Adams: Boy if he hits this, it could be over fast.

Simone: And Dmitri would have a lot to answer for with Ekaterina.

Eyesnsane tries to lift Dmitri up but Dmitri blocks the attempt and keeps his feet firmly on the ground. Dmitri then displays his own power and reverses their situation, lifting Eyesnsane over with a back body drop, causing him to crash hard on the small of his back! Eyesnsane gets up to his feet but Dmitri scoops him up around the waistline and spins around, driving him down hard with a spine buster! Dmitri with the cover!

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

Dmitri picks Eyesnsane up and whips him in to the ropes but Jon tags himself in to the match. As Jon gets in, Dmitri charges towards Eyesnsane, but Eyesnsane ducks out of the way and Dmitri crashes in to Jon's masked kisser with a running big boot!

Adams: Well we don't know what he looks like under that mask so it may not have done that much worse damage!

Simone: It certainly put the Unholy Alliance in the driver's seat!

Eyesnsane steps out of the ring and Jon gets dragged to the corner by Dmitri. Dmitri hits Jon with huge body shots before tagging in James Tuscini. James climbs in and continues Dmitri's work and starts to aggressively hitting Jon with heavy punches and forearm shots. Tuscini pulls Jon in to the middle of the ring and whips him hard in to a neutral corner. Jon bounces out and James Irish whips him into the ropes. As he rebounds back, Tuscini catches him with a powerslam, immediately hooking the leg for the cover!

1...
2...
Jon kicks out!

Simone: Close one on the part of the Italian Dragon!

James pulls Jon to his feet but Jon grabs him with his head under Tuscini's chin and drops down into a split jawbreaker! Tuscini staggers back, holding his jaw, and Jon spins around and connects with a heel kick! This knocks Tuscini around and Jon grabs him around the waist from behind and hits a snap German suplex!

Simone: And just like that, the tide has turned again.

Jon drags James along the rope again and tags Eyesnsane back into the match.

Adams: You think the Elders have the edge here in teamwork?

Simone: Well admittedly they have been teaming together longer than Dmitri and James have.

Eyesnsane pulls James into the middle of the ring. Eyesnsane slides behind him and drops him over with a Dragon suplex and bridge!

1.....
2.....
Tuscini kicks out!

Eyesnsane lifts James back up to his feet and sends him careening into the near corner, but Tuscini comes charging right back out with a roar and clotheslines Eyesnsane almost out of his boots!

Adams: Now if only he can get to his corner!

Simone: Which man!?

Adams: Both!

Somehow Eyesnsane puts a hand up and Jon tags himself in! Dough jumps to the top of the corner and leaps off but Tuscini catches him in midair for a high angle belly to belly!

Adams: Holy..... !! Did you see that!!?

James tags in Dmitri, who climbs up to the top of his team's corner...

Simone: Are you kidding me?

And he leaps off, catching Jon with an aerial clothesline!

Adams: He just sent Jon into a tail spin!

Eyesnsane runs in to the ring to help out his partner but James intervenes and spears him through the ropes! Both Tuscini and Eyesnsane topple to the floor where a ringside brawl erupts between the two men! Drew looks out to them and Dmitri sends his opponent Jon Dough into the ropes and catches him on the rebound, throwing him up...

Adams: Shut of the Coffin!

And down with the choke slam! Dmitri covers him as Eyesnsane tries to get into the ring but Tuscini grabs him around the waist in order to prevent it!

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

Justin: Here are your winners ... James Tuscini and Dmitri -- THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE!

Eyesnsane fends Tuscini off and climbs into the ring to check on Jon as Dmitri drops to the floor, joining his tag team partner as they celebrate the win! Uncle Pinky and Ekaterina move over to their side of the ring and join in as the crowd cheers and jeers while Eyesnsane glares out after them!

Simone: That's a major win for Dmitri and James, and the second time they have beaten either the tag champions or former champions!

Adams: You can bet this puts them right near the top for a shot at Jet City!




When the scene comes back, Raynin is slinking through the hallways again, and comes across Ryan Keys. He's talking on the phone, and he turns his back to Raynin. She calculates her shot and lets her arrow fly, but at the last moment Ryan reaches out and catches the arrow in mid air. Raynin ducks behind a cabinet and keeps peeking out from behind it as Ryan looks around, trying to find where the arrow came from.

Ryan Keys: "What in the world?!! Is somebody playing games with me right now?"

He then looks at the arrow, and pulls the note off of it, taking a deep breath before he reads it.

Ryan Keys: "You've been cupidized!! Kiss the one you care about the most and take a chance at true love! Happy Valentines Day!! Your friendly neighborhood Match Maker!"

Ryan looks around again, then back at the note and shrugs. He then lifts the title belt to his lips and kisses it lovingly before he starts to stroke it adoringly.

Ryan Keys: "Oh yeah, definitely true love."

Raynin shrugs and chuckles then slips off down the hallways as the scene fades.




The feed cuts to the backstage area where a camera closes in on the open door leading to the Jet City locker room. The two brothers sit on opposite sides of a sectional couch with manager Jessica Jones splitting the difference and sitting in the bend between them. Jason's half of the SCW Tag Team Championships sits on a table to his right, where Kris' rests over his left shoulder, and he has his arms crossed over it, holding it to his chest.

Kris: All I am saying is that I won, so that means that I get to make the decisions moving forward. Why would we listen to what the loser wants to do?

Jessica sighs and rolls her eyes, while Jason simply shrugs. His voice is still level. After a full week of hearing Kris talk about it, it was no longer getting a reaction.

Jason: Because neither of us want to follow the every whim of an impulsive addict with the mind of a child. You are reckless, and you don't think before you do things.

Kris scoffs, and plays up how offended he is, by elevating his voice to a seriously exaggerated level.

Kris: And all these years you have been saying that it is part of my charm!

Jason holds up a hand to calm his brother, and finally looks up to his eyes.

Jason: It is. You are a lovable idiot. You're not exactly a leader though. I'm not sure anyone could keep up following you if you tried to be.

Kris looks back and forth between Jessica and his brother, coming to a simple resolution that seemed like a suitable compromise to him.

Kris: Okay, maybe not get to make all of the decisions for Jet City by myself, but at least Jessica has to listen to me now. I should at least get that.

Jessica gives him an 'Are you serious?' look while crossing her arms over her chest.

JJ: Got news for you. That's never going to happen!

Kris: And why not?

JJ: Because I answer to no one.

Kris gives her a stern look as he uses his index finger to point over at Jason.

Kris: You usually do as he requests!

Jessica shrugs.

JJ: He knows how to ask without pushing my buttons.

Kris shakes his head.

Kris: I know for a fact that he is incapable of asking anyone to do anything without being a condescending fuck. I mean, it has been the exact same thing for anything I have ever asked for in almost twenty-eight years.

He turns to Jason, cutting JJ out of the equation all together.

Kris: All I am saying, is that I won, so I am clearly the best Jet City has going right now. I feel like I should get something for all of my hard work. Why is that such a problem?

Jason shrugs and agrees with Kris.

Jason: You should totally get something for it, but it's not like I can tell her she has to listen to your every demand and she just... will... I mean she does what she wants. She is a person after all.

JJ: See he gets it.

Jessica tilts her head in Jason's direction.

JJ: That isn't my fault. Besides, this really shouldn't come as a surprise to you. You know how I am!

Kris shakes his head at the both of them. He raises his left index finger at Jason.

Kris: You take that free will bullshit and shove it up your ass.

He turns his head, raising his right index finger to Jessica.

Kris: And you, yes, I know how you are. I'm just saying that, at least while we are at shows, you totally work for us. So the least you could do is like... work for us...

Jason raises his eyebrows and has to at least agree with Kris, in principle.

Jason: You know, he does have a point. At least as far as being inside the building, and things that directly impact just professional stuff. Not like it is going to be picking up dry cleaning, or mixing drinks. It would have to be Jet City related.

JJ: I'm here, aren't I? It's not like I didn't consider myself to be working for Jet City. He pays me after all. Or well, I guess now you do!

Jessica points right back at Kris.

JJ: But if you think you're are going to be demanding and shit, I won't stand for that. You either ask in a respectable manner I can tolerate. Can you do that? If not, have Jason ask me.

At first he starts to argue, but closes his mouth shut and reconsiders his option. He offers Jessica a smile, finding a way to win.

Kris: Perfect! He pays you. So you listen to him. I beat him. So he listens to me. I can just tell him to tell you do do something, and all is well. It's like a chain of command. I like it.

JJ: Like I said, you pay me now.

Jessica gives him a friendly smile back.

JJ:As long as you want to be in charge of Jet City that is.

Jessica shrugs again.

JJ: But otherwise, I don't mind listening to Jason. So are we good here?

Jessica looks back and forth between the two brothers. Kris seems a bit perplexed as he tried to figure out why she was so willing to listen to Jason and not him. He shakes his head though.

Kris: No dice! He already has to listen to me because he lost. So, I can just tell him to pay you.

JJ: Well, you can figure out who pays me amongst yourselves. I'm going for a walk. Please don't kill each other while I'm gone.

As Jessica gets to her feet and heads for the door, once she is gone, their eyes return to each other. Kris again points at Jason.

Kris: She wanted you to win, didn't she?

Jason rolls his eyes.

Jason: Everyone did...




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we can here the chorus to the Anthrax song "Fight 'em till You Can't" blaring out, sure enough the music is coming from Jessie's IPhone as she is listening to the song whilst sitting on a crate in the backstage area.

Simone: Jessie has a big match ahead of her tonight as she takes on her longtime friend Amy Marshall!

Adams: And the Roulette Title's on the line and it's the first of a Best of Three series, this is huge!

The song ends and Jessie looks at her IPhone in search for another song to play, before she can find one however we hear someone clear their throat and Jessie looks up.

Jessie: Oh look, if it isn't the Flamboyant Menace, here to chastise me for having an attitude just by sitting around and playing music?

The camera pans to the left where we see SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood who is met with a chorus of boos.

Christian: Flamboyant ... menace.

Christian repeats, nodding while biting his bottom lip in contemplation.

Christian: Well first of all, I would hardly care if what you were playing actually happened to be music, but considering it's the type of stuff that low IQ degenerates seem drawn to, I can hardly fault you for that.

Christian backs up against a table and sits on the edge, folding his arms across his chest.

Christian: Second, if you want to get into a schoolyard level game of insults, the 1990's called. They want their rocker wrestler gimmick back.

He then holds up three fingers.

Christian: And third, your poor choice in music is hardly cause to accuse you of having an attitude. But the simple fact you started off this little exchange by insulting YOUR BOSS gives me ample reason to say that yes.

He nods.

Christian: You do indeed have an attitude.

Jessie rolls her eyes in response to Christian's comments before pocketing her phone.

Jessie: Yeah because pop music has so many intelligent lyrics, the lyrics to Justin Bieber's "Baby" are really thought provoking.

Jessie says with sarcasm dripping from her mouth.

Jessie: Also, the 1980s called, they want their fashion sense and gay stereotype back, you're so flaming that you probably have a fire hazard sign tattooed somewhere on your body!

Jessie says before folding her arms.

Jessie: As for my decision to insult my boss, well I probably wouldn't if it weren't for the fact that you put me in a Best of Three series against my best friend Amy with the Roulette Title on the line, I'm just saying, if you wanted to take the title off her you could've just stripped her off the title! Besides, I've had an attitude since day one so thanks for finally noticing!

Jessie says as she glances up at Christian.

Christian: Wow. I never had you pegged for a homophobe but there you have it. First thing you do when confronted by a gay man is refer to them as flaming, even when they're anything but.

Christian shrugs to that.

Christian: But don't be insulted, Jes. Barely anyone ever notices anything that has to do with you. And as for putting you up against Amy, most people? They'd be grateful for getting a championship match of any sort. But no.

He smiles and shakes his head.

Christian: Not you. You complain. After all, it's not like you were about to get a shot at the world title again, anytime soon. You don't really deserve it and hey. I just hate to see you embarrass yourself.

He holds his hands outward.

Christian: Because I'm a caring sort of guy.

Jessie: Caring? That's rich coming from the guy who practically left an open door for the Mean Girls to reform and cost Celeste the title, I'm not exactly her biggest fan but even I have to admit that that was bullshit.

Jessie says before standing up not really caring about the significant height difference Christian has on her.

Jessie: And trust me, if I was homophobic I wouldn't have left it at that one comment, tonight me and Amy are going to tear the house down and I am going to walk out a Two-Time Roulette Champion, I may not have the best of luck with titles here in SCW but there is one advantage that I have over you.

Jessie says as she starts putting her earplugs in.

Jessie: I look more threatening than a Hair Metal Band, unlike you!

Jessie says before walking off.




An empty stage, save for a podium with a speaker...

Rows and rows of empty seats ...

Footsteps sound across the stage, as reigning Internet Champion Despayre walks across the stage, dressed in a loosely fitted suit and tie, with the tie itself hanging down around his slim chest. (Those things were like hanging nooses, ya know!) With unbridled anticipation, Despayre takes his spot behind the podium and stares straight ahead.

Just .... stares.

He coughs lightly into his hand, then picks up a small glass of water and takes a sip to clear himself. he sets the glass back down, then picks up a stack of papers and shuffles them, then sits them back down. He looks back up into the camera and clasps his hands together...

Despayre: I imagine that you all are wondering why I gathered you here today. I had intended to be there personally in Irvine, California, but a certain someone wouldn't let me make the trip. I won't say his name but ...

He looks left and right, then cups a hand around the microphone and hoarsely whispers.

Despayre: His initials are S-Y-N-N!

He nods and stands upright to continue.

Despayre: Apparently he was concerned as to what I might do to rectify the given situation between Chris Shipman and myself. I mean, just because he caught me with a lighter and a bottle of Listerine isn't hardcore evidence that I was going to set fire to anyone as a means of justice. Which is why I am here, now and today, speaking to all of you from this undisclosed location...

Across the scene behind him, Theresa Aguilera pushes a vacuum cleaner in front of her. Despayre blinks then looks behind him. The housekeeper glances up and sees what she has walked into and hurriedly turns around and walks offstage. Despayre then turns around with a sheepish smile on his face before he clears his throat and gets serious once again.

Despayre: The crimes against the teddy bear community by one Chris Shipman is unforgivable. Even worse than that of the perpetrator known as Uncle Pinky! To set fire to a beloved protector is sacrilege I tell you!

Despayre brings a fist down hard onto the podium.

Despayre: Sacrilege! That is why I am here to answer Chris Shipman's challenge for a Shipman House of Fun match! Just as soon as Mister Ward or Missus Underwood wants to book it, I'm there! Any time, any place, anywhere! And as for Shipman himself? I am assuming that the whole wide world is upset with him and wishes to see that poor teddy bear avenged, and that is why, right here and now, I am offering a bounty on Shipman.

Despayre reaches down below the podium and brings up a large jar of Skittles.

Precious Skittles.

No, PURPLE Skittles! The much desired, much sought after purple Skittles! He sets the jar down onto the podium and nods.

Despayre: Avenge that poor teddy bear! Do unto Shipman what he did unto the teddy bear! Do so, and this jar is all yours! Thank you.

Despayre nods, then looks offstage.

Despayre: By the way, what's a Shipman House of Fun match?

Fade out.




Backstage, we see Ben Jordan talking on the phone, a smile on his face.

Ben: Yeah, everythings all good here Markus, they haven't forgotten about ya and looking forward to your return.

Ben looks up as he sees Pussy Willow nearby. She gives him a friendly nod Ben smiles, and talks down the phone.

Ben: Yeah mate, have a good time, I'll catch ya when you get back. Yep, you too. Laters.

Ben hits a button on his phone and looks at Pussy with a smile.

Ben: Hello love, you alright?

Pussy: I'm great Ben, thanks for asking. Got a few minutes?

Ben: I do actually, what's on ya mind?

Pussy: I watched Evie's promo and...

Ben: Listen darling, these things happen, it's a personal kinda matter so I'd much rather leave it at that. I'm just not that kinda relationship guy.

Pussy looks disappointed at Ben's response but Ben continues.

Ben: But don't look so glum, I can give you a proper exclusive if ya want.

Pussy: You can?

Ben: I can, cause I do have a little bit of an announcement to make, and you could be the one to hear it all first.

An excited look crosses Pussy's face.

Pussy: What is it?

Ben: I've been doing a lot of thinking. I'm seeing a lot of names returning and a lot of strong bombshells signing up and I haven't had a chance to work with 'em. I'd love the chance to do just that so I'm gonna use that old phrase that so many have used and I'm gonna even up the sign ups for the men, cause this is me throwing me hat in to the ring.

Pussy: You're gonna be in Blast From The Past Tournament?

Ben: That my dear, I am. I'm gonna have a good ol' go at it. Never know what might happen. Should be a giggle if nothing else. Anyways, I gotta get me arse in gear, people to see, things to do, but I will catch ya a bit later.

Ben winks towards Pussy and wanders off, leaving the reporter with a smile on her face.




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see tonight's competitors in the Men's Roulette Title Match Ryan Keys and Chris Shipman standing in front of the SCW Roulette Wheel where Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing by waiting to spin it.

Simone: Why am I expecting the wheel to stop on Steve's Rules?

Adams: Because Steve threatened to cost Ryan the title last week?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready gentlemen?

The two men nod and Ms. Rocky Mountains gives the wheel a spin, it goes past several violent match types such as Inferno and First Blood and at one point it does indeed go past Steve's Rules (which has a pic of Steve in a ref shirt underneath it) but that's it's only appearance, as it slows down it looks like the match will stop on Shipman's House of Fun which, obviously, worries Ryan and delights Shipman but it nudges over to the next stipulation but it's not clear which one is worse.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight's first Roulette Title Match will be a Barbed Wire Massacre Match!

Simone: Oh lord, I still remember how bloody the Barbed Wire Massacre Match between Keira Fisher and Melanie Gabrielle for the title at Summer XXXTreme III was!

Adams: Normally I'd feel sorry for the Main Event but between this and the Metal and Punk Connection imploding I'd say that they are on equal grounds!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good luck gentlemen!

The two men walk off to get ready for the match as the show cuts to commercial.




Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and just a fair warning to any parents watching at home, you might want to send your kids to bed early because the next match is a Barbed Wire Massacre Match!

Adams: And to the kids in the audience, cover your eyes! The ring ropes have been replaced with Barbed Wire which makes any diving attack or Irish Whip that much more dangerous! Throw in the fact that Chris Shipman is challenging for the Roulette Title and we have a perfect recipe for nightmare fuel!

Simone: I'm still trying to decide if it'll look like something from a Saw or a Eli Roth movie, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship! By a spin of the wheel it was determined that this match will be a Barbed Wire Massacre Match!

The crowd cheers and we can see that Justin Decent had the common sense to get the hell out of the ring whilst they were changing the ring ropes.

Justin: Introducing the challenger!

Father Williams walks out from behind the curtain and signals for silence before the lights go out as I want it all from Queen hits as we see a golden light emerge as it lights the entrance way as Chris Shipman walks out to the arena wearing a Golden Robe with a cross on the back.

Justin: From West London, England, weighing in at 265ibs he is "The Original Psycho" Chris Shipman!

He has his arms spread towards the fans as he has his eyes set upon his opponent. He finally gets to the ring as he opens his robe and reveals a golden wrestling tights and boots as he slowly walks up the ramp and enters the ring whilst paying no attention to the ring ropes.

Adams: Can you imagine if Chris won the title?

Simone: I'd rather not imagine what he'd do with the myriad of stipulations on that wheel!

Adams: I was talking about his upcoming match with Despayre, it'd be champion vs. champion!

Justin: And his opponent!

"I'm Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?" by A Day to Remember plays while blue and white lights strobe over the stage. As Ryan's entrance video is shown in the titantron the man himself walks out to take center stage. With a bright smile playing on his lips he does a confident pose before slowly making his way down the ramp. Ryan's wearing a Black tight tank top with "Key Style" lettering, and under it is his small wet look ring trunk. His "Key hole" designed knee high boots and arm bands with the words "Ryan" on one and keys on the other showed off his style.

Justin: From Las Vegas. Nevada, weighing in at 180ibs he is the reigning Roulette Champion Ryan Keys!

Slapping the hands of the fans to his side he jogs closer to the ring until he slides in through the bottom wire somehow avoiding cutting himself on it. As he makes way up the corner ring post he stops and looks around to hear the cheers of the crowd as he teases them with tearing off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Showing the same confident pose as before he hops down and extends his leg over the ring post to stretch them out and show his flexibility before the match starts.

Simone: I don't think there's a wrestler in the back to envies Ryan right now!

Adams: And that was before the stipulation was determined! Now? I bet even Steve's feeling sorry for him!

Ryan hands the title to Jacob after he explains the rules, or lack thereof, before holding the title up high and then carefully leaning out between the wire to hand it to a stagehand and calling for the bell.

Simone: And here we go with what'll probably be the most violent Climax Control match of 2017.

Adams: I don't know, a lot can happen in ten months.

DING DING DING

Shipman and Keys circle around each other for a few seconds before they go for a collar and elbow tie-up, given Shipman's size and strength advantage over the champion he starts backing Ryan up to the ropes and, on instinct, Ryan does resist at first, then he remembers what type of match he's in and drops down out of the Collar and Elbow Tie-Up and just in time to as his back was inches away from the top rope and Ryan uses the opportunity to hit Shipman with a Drop-Toe Hold sending him face first into the middle rope.

Simone: Well, we have first contact with the barbed wire.

Adams: My face hurts just looking at Shipman!

Ryan takes the opportunity to land some blows on Shipman whilst he's leaning against the ropes and then props him up so that he's leaning chest first across the barbed wire, Ryan then goes to run to the opposite ropes on instinct but manages to stop himself from making a dumb decision and instead just turns around and runs looking to leap on Shipman's back, unfortunately for Ryan Shipman has moved sending Ryan crotch first into the barbed wire.

Adams: MY BALLS HURT JUST FROM WATCHING THAT!

Simone: I'm a woman and even I felt that!

The crowd (both in the audience, in the locker room and, presumably, at home) wince in pain as Ryan falls to the matt clutching his balls in agonizing pain, Shipman, being Shipman, uses this opportunity to go for the first pin-attempt of the match 1.........2.........and Ryan kicks out! Shipman shakes his head before grabbing a hold of some of the barbed wire and ripping it from the top rope whilst ignoring the fact that his hand is bleeding.

Simone: Why would he grab a handful of barbed wire?

Adams: This is Chris Shipman we're talking about, he'd wrap his own balls in barbed wire and set them on fire if it meant winning him the match!

As it turns out, Jason wasn't that far off as far as Chris's plan for the Barbed Wire is concerned as he starts wrapping it around his already bleeding hand, by the time Ryan gets to his feet Chris has the barbed wire wrapped completely around his fist and he punches the champ square in the jaw sending him to the ground like a sack of potatoes, rather than go for an immediate pin Chris mounts Ryan's chest and starts pummeling Ryan's face with the fist wrapped in Barbed Wire and due to the rules of the match all Jacob can do is stand back and watch, Chris does eventually stop but only after Ryan has donned the proverbial Crimson Mask at which point he goes for a cover.

Simone: 1.........2..........

Adams: And Ryan kicks out! But if I where him I'd be worried about how much it's going to cost to get that stitched up!

Rather than go for another pin Chris unwraps some of the Barbed Wire and starts choking Ryan with it and like before the only thing Jacob can do is ask Ryan if he wants to submit, despite the blood loss and the choking Ryan refuses and after a few minutes he starts to fight his way back to his feet and despite Chris's best efforts Ryan manages to hit him with an arm drag that breaks the choke hold! Ryan stops to catch his breath near the ring ropes facing the right-hand side of the crowd and Chris goes to take the advantage with a running big boot, unfortunately for him Ryan ducks out of the way causing Chris to crotch himself on the barbed wire.

Adams: OW! MY BALLS!

Simone: And judging by the look on his face even this much pain is too much for Chris!

Seeing an opportunity to take the advantage Ryan hits Chris with a running dropkick that sends him to the outside, Chris starts to get back to his feet by the count of five and Ryan uses the opportunity to dive over the ropes and hit Chris with a wicked Suicide Dive! The crowd goes nuts for Ryan's death-defying stunt and the champ wastes no time in picking up Chris and rolling him back into the ring, Ryan follows him in as carefully as he can before he goes for a cover 1.........2..........

Simone: And Chris kicks out!

Adams: Never thought I'd say this but not even landing crotch first on barbed wire is enough to defeat him!

Ryan climbs up to the rope and waits for Shipman to get back to his feet, when he does Ryan leaps and hits him with a Hurricanrana before holding on for the pin 1.........2.........and Chris kicks out! Undaunted Ryan calls out for his finisher.

Simone: Ryan is looking for the Master Keys!

Adams: And he had better look out for Steve if his segment last week was any indication!

However, whilst Ryan waits for Chris to get to his feet "Girls, Girls, Girls" by Motley Crue hits the speakers and Ryan looks up towards the entrance ramp, sure enough Kaylee and two other women come out and do a sexually provocative dance to the song that's basically a series of kisses away from becoming a three-way.

Simone: Well, this was inevitable, wasn't it Jason?

Adams: ............

Belinda starts trying to wake Jason from his trance whilst Ryan yells obscenities at Kaylee from inside the ring having figured out what she's up too, unfortunately for him Chris has gotten back to his feet and has the barbed wire noose in his hands, before Ryan can yell anything else Chris wraps the Barbed Wire around Ryan's neck and tosses him over the top rope choking him conveniently facing the entrance ramp in the process.

Simone: The Hangman! I hope Steve realizes what he's doing by sending Kaylee and those women out here!

Adams: .............

Simone: WAKE UP JASON!

Ryan struggles for a few minutes before he stops moving so Jacob rolls out of the ring to check on him, it doesn't take him long to reach a decision and calls for the bell and, conveniently, the song ends and the three women quickly leave the stage.

Justin: Here is your winner via knockout and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION "THE ORIGINAL PSYCHO" CHRIS SHIPMAN!

Simone: I don't believe it, Chris Shipman is the Roulette Champion, dark times are ahead for us all.

Adams: Huh? What did I miss?

Simone: Just the end of the match!

Chris lets go off Ryan letting him slump to the floor whilst Jacob hands him the title.




The scene opens backstage at Climax Control just a few moments after the Roulette Title Match between Ryan Keys and Chris Shipman has ended with Chris as the new Roulette Champion but not without a little help from Kaylee and two other women, the camera follows the three women backstage before they meet up with Steve in the backstage area who has a massive grin on his face.

Steve: My plan worked perfectly! Now I just must get back in the Roulette Title Hunt!

Kaylee: I say that calls for a celebration, what do you think Rachel? Sarah?

Rachel: Oh, any ideas Sarah?

Sarah: Well he can either watch us, or join in.

Steve's grin grows wider just as Ms. Rocky Mountains walks up.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Steve, I must go get the wheel prepped for the Main Event so I'll make this quick, care to explain what happened back there?

Steve: What's there to explain? I had Kaylee and her friends end Ryan's title reign.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But why?

Steve: Why? Because the stip that said that I couldn't challenge Ryan again was fucking ridiculous and never should've been applied in the first place! I just ensured that this travesty of justice wouldn't continue!

As Steve says this Kaylee walks up to Rocky.

Kaylee: Now why don't you go play with your big wheel whilst we play with Steve's big cock?

Before Rocky can say anything else Kaylee kisses her on the lips for a few seconds, tongue and all, before breaking it off leaving her stunned as she follows Steve, Rachel and Sarah into Steve's locker room.




A dozen of deep red roses inside of a vase, decorated with sporadic baby's breath comes into view as they sway softly from the carrier walking. The camera pans out slightly to see Mickey Carroll, hugging them tightly against his left side, tucked slightly under his arm, while brandishing his signature bat in the left hand. A cigarette hangs loosely from his lips as he stops and looks around for a second. His red and black plaid shirt hangs out slightly, showing off the white undershirt, and his hair is slicked back, even more than normal. He continues on, passing the Bombshell locker room. He glares as Celeste North stares at him with an almost psychotic looking smile on his face. He narrows his eyes and laughs under his breath before shrugging his shoulders.

Mickey: Ye can't out-crazy crazy, luv. Look, if I didn't 'ave serious feelings for someone else, I'd stuff it like a Thanksgiving turkey. 'Ell, if ye wasn't such a bint, I'd probably even give ye the good ol' Aussie Kiss, and then deny it to me friends later.

Mickey puffs on his cigarette as he watches for a reaction that never comes. He waits an extended period of time, but Celeste doesn't budge an inch. Not until she walks over to Mickey, slowly, trying to intimidate him slightly. She picks one rose from the vase and gently sniffs it.

Celeste: Every rose has it's thorn, Mickey. Just remember that...

Mercedes: Is... there a problem here?

Celeste smirks as she gently places the rose back into the vase. She walks by Mercedes slowly, causing the Argentine Assassin to smile in anticipation for something. However, Celeste simply pats her on the back and walks back toward the Bombshell locker room with a smirk on her face. Mercedes raises an eyebrow at Celeste's behavior, and then even more as she catches a glimpse of the roses in Mickey's hand.

Mercedes: What in the world was that, and this, all about? Are you trying to be the latest to get it on with Glinda the Good Witch? Because, I hear a trip to Taco Bell gets you right in with that one.

Mickey: Um, no thanks... I 'ave no interest in that one. My interests lay elsewhere. Like, right in front of me...

Mercedes gets a touch of blush to her cheeks, despite trying her hardest not to. Mickey gives her his signature smolder look. He drops his cigarette from his lips and to the floor in a gentleman's fashion, grinding his heel over it. He places his bat down on the ground, leaning it up against the nearby wall. He steadies the vase in his hands.

Mickey: I've been meaning to ask ye a question for a couple of weeks now. Something that's really been weighing heavy on me head...

Dax: Hey, ass butt!

Mickey's eyes fill with anger and annoyance as he pauses in the middle of his sentence. He slowly turns away from Mercedes and stares right at a seething Dax Beckett. He shakes his head as Dax comes marching toward him.

Dax: I can sit by and listen to you talk shitty about me, and my friends, but don't you dare talk that way about a lady!

Mickey: While I can respect your Cass reference, mate, I must ask ye kindly to piss off, or else...

Dax: Or else what? It's just one on one right now, bruh...

Mickey laughs as he licks at his thumb in an arrogant manner. He nods his head, listening to what Dax has to say, but this lasts only a few seconds before Mickey surprises him by crashing the vase of roses against Dax's forehead, shattering the vase, and causing roses and water to fly everywhere. Dax falls over onto his back, trying to roll over on his hands and knees, cutting himself up further. Mickey picks his bat up, steadying it in his hands, but Mercedes holds him back, trying to calm the situation. As Dax finally makes it to his hands and knees, he tries to pull himself up on Mickey's pant leg, but Mercedes nails Dax in the face with a Spinning Heel Kick that knocks him back on the ground. She stares down at him, admiring her work before picking up a rose from the ground, sniffing it as Mickey takes her arm.

Mickey: Let's 'ave this chat somewhere a bit more private, shall we?

Mickey and Mercedes walk over Dax's limp and bleeding body, as if there were nothing to the beating they just unleashed together. The audience is heard booing as they walk off.




We once again return to the backstage area as Belinda Warwick is walking from the catering area. She looks to be on a mission as she and Zuri had split up for the evening. Zuri wanted to lay low while Belinda wanted to explore. She was enjoying the freedom as a group of fans notice her.

Girl fan: Oh my god, you're Belinda Warwick.

The young girl fan mentions as a smile comes across Belinda's lips.

Belinda Warrick: Yes I am little one, and what is your name?

Belinda kneels down so she can be close to the girl's eyes as possible. The young girl bows her head as one of the young boys takes a closer look.

Boy fan: You are smoking hot.

Belinda looks at the young boy with a slight grin while shaking her head.

Belinda Warrick: Now, now, that is no way to talk to a woman, young man. Plus, I don't think I am that hot.

Belinda was being honest since not many men were really fawning over her like she was some eye candy. From the side of the screen, Ben Jordan walks on to the camera.

Ben: They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Both Belinda and group of fans look towards Ben, the fans eyes widen seeing another SCW superstar.

Ben: You alright people?

A few scattered responses come from the group of fans as Ben looks at Belinda.

Ben: Nice seeing you knock around the halls a bit more Belinda, always been a bit of a fan.

Belinda looks slightly taken back by Ben's comment.

Belinda Warrick: Thanks.

Ben: Not a problem at all. Did you hear me announement earlier?

Belinda Warrick: No, I must have missed it.

Ben: Well, this geezer right here is gonna be in the Blast From The Past tournament.

Belinda Warrick: That's great news Ben.

Ben: I'm actually bouncing around like a kid on a sugar rush with this. We could end up as partners. Have you thought about who you want to team with?

Belinda Warrick: Not really, but there's a lot of good guys in it.

Ben: There is, but I know you haven't done this kinda competition before, but I have a few times so if you need any help, or advice about it all, I ain't too hard to find, always knocking around this place. Anyway, I gotta get going, but yeah, need any advice about this competion, gimme a yell.

Belinda Warrick: Thanks, I might just do that.

Ben nods and smiles at Belinda, strolling away as she turns her attentions back to the fans.




The cameras cut to the lobby of the arena as Sheldon Carver and Clint Outlaw of the Job Squad have set up a wooden table just a little off from the main door. Sitting on top of the table are magazines, video games and pictures of the entire roster. Clint pulls out his shiny flask, twists the top off it and tosses back a shot. He caps it back up as Sheldon looks at him.

Sheldon Carver: Are you sure we can sell these here?

Clint shrugs his shoulders while people start to walk past the table. Clint then pulls out a cash box and opens it up.

Clint Outlaw: Who would be upset if we sell some of this? It's just merchandise that gets left out at the merchandise stand.

Sheldon takes a minute to think about it as he smiles at a few fans.

Fan 1: How much is this poster of J2H and Melody Grace?

Sheldon Carver: That will be $25 dollars.

The fan eagerly reaches into her purse and pulls out twenty five dollars. She hands it over to Sheldon who then gives her the poster.

Sheldon Carver: Have a nice day

Sheldon gives a thumbs up sign as Clint shakes his head.

Clint Outlaw: I told you we will be hits right here.

Sheldon chuckles.

Sheldon Carver: I guess you are right. Who doesn't like buying merchandise?

Then a voice catches their attention from just off to their far right.

Christian: I suppose the key to that particular theory is to first make sure that it's your merchandise that you're selling.

The Job Squad's heads turn to spot the co-owner of SCW, Christian Underwood, casually approaching the pair. Dressed in a bright violet dress shirt and black slacks, Christian slides up in front of their table display, hands tucked in his pockets. He glances over the various goods on the table and then looks up at them and smiles.

Christian: Business good then fellas?

Christian rubs his chin and sighs.

Christian: Funny thing. We had word of some merchandise coming up missing from some of our other vendors. You two ...

He waves a hand between them.

Christian: ... wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

Clint Outlaw: Business is booming boss man. Just doing our part to help promote this great company.

Sheldon lifts his hands into the air while Clint continues with the business transactions.

Sheldon Carver: We came by these very legal like but I'm sure we can catch those mongrels stealing from the vendors.

Sheldon nudges Clint with an elbow to the sternum as he leans his head so his voice can't be heard.

Clint Outlaw: What say ye Christian? Would you like a T-shirt featuring some whacked out teddy bear sipping on something stronger than prune juice.

Sheldon notices another small fan walking up and hands them a foam finger which says Job Squad #1.

Christian notices the souvenir and frowns, pointing a finger at that.

Christian: Where, may I ask, did that come from? You two have yet to even have a match so as far as I knew, you had no merchandise to date.

Sheldon lifts his arms up while Clint takes a swig of his flask. He swallows it while looking at Christian. They both stammer with the words.

Sheldon Carver: Um...you see....we....uh...we have...

Voice: I got it made for us.

A voice rings out as the "Wild Man" Wallace Jordan enters the picture. He looks at the merchandise table then looks at Christian Underwood.

Wallace Jordan: Do you have a problem with my boys selling merchandise? Clint and Sheldon work out e'er day and they could take on any low card tag team.

Clint and Sheldon gulp as Wallace smirks after saying his remark. Christian returns the stare from Wallace and shakes his head.

Christian: Christ. I thought I smelled horse manure and hayseed.

He shakes his head.

Christian: Don't you have a cousin that you should be dating? You know what?

He holds up a hand and shakes his head.

Christian: Forget I asked. I'm afraid of what the answer might be. You're behind these two? You?

Christian raises his eyebrows.

Christian: Why am I not surprised? But then again, you didn't amount to much either when you were hanging around, more a ring boy than an actual wrestler.

Christian starts to turn away.

Christian: They'll get a match when they give me a reason to get one. Until then?

He points at the merchandise and the cash box.

Christian: That better had not disappear before the accountant gets to it.

That being said, the boss man turns and walks away.




J2H is seen walking towards the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, he knocks on the door and Hot Stuff's voice calls out from behind the door.

HS: Piss off James.

J2H looks confused as he grabs the door handle, pushing it down and walking in to the room.

J2H: How did you know it was me?

HS: I have a monitor in here dumbass.

J2H rolls his eyes at the boss who looks at him.

HS: Well spit it out.

J2H: First off, you look seriously different.

HS: I've heard that a lot tonight, but I'm pretty sure you didn't come in here to talk about how I look, so what do you want?

J2H: I want to know if you spoke to Drake Green? I want to know when I can kick his ass!

HS: I did speak to Drake. Hell, he actually showed up and spoke to me.

J2H: You mean the son of a bitch is here? I've been looking for him everywhere!

HS: Clearly, your eyes are shit.

J2H: Well...?

J2H puts his hands out in front of him.

HS: Well, nothings changed, he doesn't want to wrestle, he just wanted to beat the piss out of you and he did just that.

J2H: I don't care if he wants to fucking wrestle or not! I want the chance to do to him what he did to me.

HS: Well I want to be laying on a beach somewhere in the sun instead of talking to you, but we all have to play with the hand we're dealt with. Drake is not interested, I can not force him to get in a ring with you or anyone else. If I was you, I'd just forget it.

J2H: I won't forget it. I won't forget what a coward he is, so if you won't make it happen, I will.

J2H turns and looks at the camera.

J2H: Drake Green, if you're sitting out there listening, I'm not asking you to, I'm demanding you meet me in the ring next week. I'm not playing nice, prove to these people you're not a spineless coward and show yourself. Prove to the world you're a man and not some little bitch.

HS: Are you done breathing on my camera?

J2H turns and looks at Hot Stuff, who points to the door.

HS: Use that thing right now, and I won't have to get up and throw you through it.

J2H just stares at Hot Stuff before turning and walking towards the door, leaving the room and causing the camera to fade.




Justin: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time for your main event of the evening. I have received word that this SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship match will be... a Finisher Match, where the winner must hit one of their finishers on their opponent!"

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 and head-bangs at the top of the ramp before she makes her way down to the ring.

Justin: "Introducing, from Miami, Florida... she is "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 waiting for her opponent.

Simone: "Well, per orders of Christian Underwood, Jessie's opponent tonight is her friend Amy Marshall. And on top of it, they will meet up to two more times, all possible three match-ups with the Bombshell Roulette Championship on the line."

Adams: "I'm actually not against Christian here, as these two know each other so well and it should provide for some great match-ups. Like tonight for example, they know each others' finishers so very well, and probably know how to dodge all of them too!"

Simone: "Even though this whole series will be happening for all the wrong reasons."

"Victim of Me" by Descendants begins to play over the sounds system, the lights begin to strobe through the venue as Amy appears through the curtain dancing before stopping half way and pushes her hair back to reveal the black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.

Amy surveys the crowd for a moment and raises the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship up into the air as Justin makes her introduction.

Justin: "And her opponent, making her way to the ring... hailing from Juneau, Alaska... she is the current SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Amy Marshall!"

Amy continues down the ramp and slaps the hands of the awaiting fans. She then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to a corner, where she takes off the mask and looks right across the ring at her Metal & Punk Connection tag team partner Jessie Salco. Both of them begin warming up some as they wait for the referee to take the Bombshell Roulette Championship from Amy and for the referee to start the match.

DING DING DING

The moment the bell rings both Metal & Punk Connection team members go right at one another, meeting up in the center of the ring in a collar and elbow tie-up that neither of them wins. Both of them back off one another and Amy waits for Jessie to come to her.

Simone: "This might be smart from Amy. Allow your opponent to come to you."

Adams: "That's not a bad strategy, but it will only work for so long. Being too conservative can come back to bite you. I know a team..."

Simone: "As do a lot of us. But anyways..."

Jessie waits for a moment but then goes for Amy, attempting to clothesline her down. Amy holds station though, then jukes out of the way just at the right time. Right as Jessie flies past her, Amy performs a Leaping Reverse STO and drops Jessie right down to the canvas. Amy takes advantage by dropping and going for the early pin. Jasmine St. John is on it and reminds Amy that she can only win via a finisher.

Jessie kicks out of the erroneous pin that Amy still has her in and immediately sits up, looking stunned that she allowed Amy to sucker her in. Jessie looks at Amy and the two actually grin at one another before they both stand up. They do a quick handshake before going at it, exchanging some lefts and rights.

Simone: "At least they're going about this the right way, no cheap shots, which is clearly what Christian probably doesn't want."

Adams: "I'm sure we'll all get to hear what Christian has to say, but for now, let's see how the rest of the match goes down."

Amy wins the battle of the blows as she hits one square that gets Jessie to stagger some. Amy rears back and jumps into the air, hitting a flying thrust kick right to Jessie's abdomen. This sends Jessie backwards into the ropes. Jessie bounces off of them. Amy is ready with a dropkick that finds its mark, doubling Jessie over.

Adams: "Uh oh, she could go for one of her finishers right here! She has her by the head!"

Jessie immediately realizes it and fights her way out of the predicament, putting Amy flat on her back. With the finisher attempt thwarted, Jessie reaches down and latches up Amy before landing not one, not two, but three German suplexes. This leaves Amy down on the canvas. Jessie looks down and sighs, but then heads to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends to the top.

Simone: "And now it's possibly Jessie's turn. She could hit the Wall of Death from there."

Jessie sturdies herself at the top, but it's wasted time as Amy begins to get up. Jessie looks like she's about to fly off, but Amy makes it to the corner in time, forcing Jessie to hop off the top of the turnbuckle, seeing the opportunity has fallen by the wayside.

Adams: "Took too long there, a mistake that Amy tends not to make."

Jessie turns around and Amy hits a flying forearm, putting Jessie back down to the canvas. Jessie however begins to get back up right away. On Amy's rebound she clubs Jessie with another one. This time Jessie stays down and Amy is the one to ascend the ropes and hit a springboard plancha, landing right on top of Jessie. Amy rolls right off of Jessie. When she gets up she looks down and gently grabs Jessie by an arm and brings her partially up.

Adams: "Here we go. Christian's going to love this!"

Amy goes to put Jessie's head in between her legs, but again Jessie's wriggling and struggling. Jessie gets out of it and grabs for one of Amy's legs. Amy hops around on her free one and suddenly hits Jessie successfully with a kick to the side of the head! Jessie goes down but reaches up just enough to pull Amy down with her. The two battle down on the canvas, but it is Amy that wins out, leaving Jessie's face right in the canvas. Amy begins to get up. Jessie however remains down on the canvas. Jasmine St. John checks on Jessie but does not start a ten count due to the match being a Finisher Match. Jessie begins to stir and Amy nods. She stands right back up and again goes to put Jessie into position for one of her finishers, but again Jessie is fighting it. Again Jessie wriggles out and this time is able to use what strength she has to back body drop Amy, right on top of the top rope! Amy's back bounces against the rope and she falls forward back into the ring. Now it's Amy that's face first on the canvas. Jessie checks on her friend and sees that Amy is breathing. Jessie realizes she has to take a break herself and rolls out of the ring to take a breather.

Simone: "That was nasty. Amy looks to be okay however, though both of them are definitely worse for wear! I don't know how many times Jessie has stopped Amy from finishing this match and retaining her championship."

Adams: "I've lost count too."

Amy is beginning to recover in the ring and looks around to see that Jessie's on the outside. Amy slowly rolls out and cuts Jessie off at the pass. The two stare at one another and this gets the crowd to cheer. The two of them however both disappoint the fans by both rolling back into the ring. With the two both standing up and somewhat refreshed, they begin trading blows once again. That is until Amy ducks under one from Jessie. Amy gets behind Jessie and pulls her upward and into one single overhead suplex, dropping Jessie on her back onto the canvas. Amy gets right back up and grabs one of Jessie's legs. Amy looks around briefly and then goes to lock in a single leg Boston crab. Jessie struggles again however and is able to kick away out of it. Jessie quickly gets up and in the heat of the moment low blows Amy. The crowd boos and Jessie then realizes what she's done. She backs off as Amy looks up at her, stunned.

Adams: "Now that... THAT'S exactly what Christian wants!"

Simone: "Jessie just got caught up in the action. It happens."

Adams: "Yes it does, but still."

Amy gets back up and the two tie up once again middle of the ring. This time it's Jessie that gains the advantage and she's able to wrap around Amy and then drop her back first to the canvas. Jessie, as quick as possible, scurries to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs right up to the top. Jessie doesn't sturdy herself this time but instead takes a leap of faith and goes for the Wall of Death, but Amy is aware enough and is halfway up to her feet. Amy hops up into the air and gets both her knees up into Jessie's face, successfully hitting the Bad Girl right in mid-air. Both members of the Metal & Punk Connection fall to the canvas hard as Jasmine St. John calls for the bell and immediately shouts the result down to Justin Decent, who repeats it to all in attendance via his microphone.

Justin: "Here is your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion... Amy Marshall!!!"

Adams: "Wow! We have to see that again via a slow-motion replay! Looks at this!"

A replay is shown of Jessie leaping off to go for the Wall of Death, and then of Amy being in the right place in the right time and in mid-air catching Jessie with the Bad Girl.

Simone: "Okay, that was amazing. Jessie did not successfully follow through with the Wall of Death, but Amy DID follow through with the Bad Girl, thus remains the champion."

Adams: "YUP! And both ladies are exhausted! They're both still down in the ring!!!"

Simone: "Hopefully both of them are alright after that. But we're out of time for this week. We'll see you all at the next Climax Control."

The SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship is rolled into the ring by where Amy is still laying. Climax Control goes off the air with views of Jessie and Amy still both down in the ring.




THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Polly, Annie, The Lord MK, Marge, Dustin, Derek, Xander, Andy, Shipman, Ryan Keys, Jenny, Gerrit, Court, Sam, Jet City, Erik, Ro, Mercedes, Wong. Also thanks again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed.