Climax Control

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

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

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

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

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the rows of seats. 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 UCSB Events Center in Santa Barbara, 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 fans cheer as Amanda dances her way out onto the stage, microphone in hand and dressed in a tuxedo-style top and skirt, complete with top hat and high heels.

Amanda: Hey girl You know, our economy's in the toilet
But I'm still gonna treat you right
I said you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
I said you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
Yeah

Tatertots, Cold Duck on ice
And we can clip coupons all night
And baby you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
I said you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
Yeah

Take you out for dinner anywhere that you please
Like Burger King or Mickey D's
And baby you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
I said you can even have the large fries (Large Fries)
Yeah

Baby, you should know I am really quite a sweet guy
When I buy you bathroom tissue, I always get the 2-ply
Want it, you can get it, my dear
I got my Costco membership card right here,
Yeah You like Top Ramen?
Need Top Ramen?
Got a cupboard full of 'em,
I'll keep 'em comin'
You want it, I got it, go get it, just heat it dump the flavor packet on it and eat it
Pork and beans and Minute Rice
And we can play cribbage all night
And baby you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
I said you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
Yeah

I can take you to the Laundromat Downtown
And watch all the clothes go 'round and 'round
Or baby we can go wherever you like (If You Like)
I said we can go wherever you like (If You Like)
Yeah

Hottest shorty I know, if you had some lipo
You could be second runner-up Miss Ohio
Seven dollar bills rolled up inside my plastic billfold
Buy you a bagel even if it isn't day-old
And you never ever gotta wear your sister's old clothes
Long as I'm still assistant manager at Kinkos
Cut your hair with scissors and a soup bowl
You ain't gotta pay me, that's the way that I roll
My chick can have what she want
At Wal-Mart she can pick out anything she want
I know girl, you ain't never had a man like that
Who doesn't make you buy generic brand like that,

Yeah You like my Hyundai?
See my Hyundai?
I can take you to see your cousin Phil next Sunday
But that's kinda far and I'm not made of cash
Do you think you could chip in for gas?
Mac and cheese would be all right
But let's send out for pizza tonight
And you can order any toppings you like (If You Like)
I said you can even have the last slice (Last Slice)
Yeah

Ran myself a cable from my neighbor next door
Now I can get free HBO
And baby you can watch whatever you like (If You Like)
I said you can watch whatever you like (If You Like)
Yeah

And you can always ride the city bus
Got a stack of tokens just for us
Yo, my wallet's fat and full of ones
Yeah, it's all about the Washingtons,
That's right
You want White Castle?
Need White Castle?
Long as you got me it won't be no hassle
You want it, we'll get it, just don't be a hater
If I grab a bunch of napkins for later
Thrift store jeans, on sale half price
The underwear at Goodwill is nice
And baby you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
I said you can have whatever you like (If You Like)
Yeah

Baby I can give you anything you please
Even share my government cheese
And baby you can have as much as you like (If You Like)
I said you can go have as much as you like (If You Like)
Yeah

The crowd cheers and applauds as the lights dim down on the stage.

Simone: Hello everyone, and welcome back to the UCSB Center in Santa Barbara, California for Climax Control! This is our first time back in Santa Barbara in a year and we are thrilled to be here! I am Belinda Simone...

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams! ... See? No silly question first time out! Eh? Eh?

Simone: Are you certain you're well?

Adams: I feel fine. Well, a little tired. I think I need a new alarm clock. Mine keeps going off when I'm asleep.

Simone: And there it is. Originally we were scheduled to have nine matches this week, but once again we are down to eight.

Adams: Who dropped the ball this time?

Simone: Leon Black is no longer with us, and his scheduled opponent, Chris Callum, missed his flight.

Adams: Lucky!

Simone: So instead our opening match will be the first round match in the Number One Challenger's tournament for the Bombshell Internet Championship when Raynin, a member of the Fallen, takes on Chelsea Payne.

Adams: The winner will face the winner of next week's Mikah - Lucy Seraphina match!

Simone: And despite what Polly has to say about the four, any one of these women will give her the fight of her life, guaranteed.

Adams: Then we got the Superstars in singles action when Steve Ramone takes on Jeremiah Hardin.

Simone: Steve Ramone caused much controversy last week when he sent Kaylee out to ringside during the Roulette title match and some say cost Ryan Keys the championship against Chris Shipman.

Adams: Yeah and now Steve is going to have to keep a look out over both shoulders because not only does he have Ryan Keys mad at him, but Mister TNA as well!

Simone: Indeed. Travis was counting on his rivalry with Ryan bringing him a new championship match, but thanks to Steve, that is no longer the case.

Adams: Then we have a battle of the big boys when the 'King of the Hill' Rage aka J2H's bootlick takes on Samuel Devereux!

Simone: Samuel has been intensely quiet as of late, but he will have to make some noise in there if he wants to survive a match with Rage.

Adams: You know, despite what everyone has been saying, with all his success lately, one has to wonder if leaving the Sins was actually a good thing for Rage.

Simone: Ben Jordan steps back into singles competition for the first time in months, and he has a real test against him as he's taking on Joshua Acquin!

Adams: Ben is a former two-time World Tag Team Champion, but then again, so is Joshua Acquin!

Simone: The key difference between them is Ben Jordan is also a Triple Crown winner in his previous promotion, ACW. That singles success could prove a key to overcoming Joshua in this match.

Adams: Then we have a Streetfight up next between James Tuscini and Xander Bishop! These two guys are going to be in their street clothes, just slugging it out!

Simone: And this rivalry started over social media (big surprise), as well as a backstage confrontation. Last week we saw what was supposed to be a Rap battle between them, and it turned into a sneak attack on Xander's part.

Adams: And tonight the two heavy hitters are going to settle their issues with each other in typical SCW fashion; with swift and blinding violence!

Simone: Non-title tag team action will be up next when the reigning Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Alana Allure and Song go up against the Justice League, Belinda Warwick and Zuri Chastain.

Adams: I never understood non-title matches. if the champions are wrestling, then their titles should be on the line.

Simone: I agree completely, but given the threat Belinda and Zuri have proven to be, it may be in the champions' favor that their gold is not up for grabs.

Adams: A title that will be on the line is the Bombshell Internet Championship! Polly Playtime gets her wish when she faces a new challenger, Amy-Jayne!

Simone: And Polly could easily come to regret demanding all these new faces fighting for her championship because Amy-Jayne has always been an impressive competitor and she may very well pull off the upset and walk away the new champion.

Adams: And in the Main Event, another championship match! The World Tag Team titles!

Simone: Dying Breed pulled off a stunning upset a few weeks ago, besting Giani Di Luca and Mickey Carroll in a heavily contested tag team match. That win catapulted Ivan and Andrew into a top spot in the rankings and the bosses decided they had the right to face Kris and Jason Halc for the titles!

Adams: Getting a win over former champs like Mickey and Giani was big, big, big! And if Dying Breed can do it again...

Simone: Then we'll have new World Tag Team Champions! Let's get this show underway!


The crowd is alive inside of the UCSB Events Center in Santa Barbara, California. The lights in the arena flash around as the fans wave their signs of support for their favorite SCW Stars and Bombshells. They scream and cheer as the spotlight waves over them. After a moment of this, the lights die down as we prepare for action inside of the ring.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen!!! The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introd...

Suddenly, Justin Decent is cut off by the opening of "Bangarang" by Skrillex begins playing over the loudspeakers. The crowd instantly turns to boos as the Bad Boys logo is projected onto the stage floor. Once the music picks up, two figures emerge from behind the curtains, wearing white hooded jackets with a red "Bad Boys" logo printed on the back. Giani Di Luca holds his arms out to his side as he looks out across the audience through his sunglasses. Mickey Carroll holds his bat behind his neck, resting both hands on it as he smirks wickedly. Giani jumps around the stage, rubbing his presence in the faces of the fans before returning to the center. Giani and Mickey nod at one another as they walk down the ramp, taunting the fans and welcoming their hatred. Once they make it to the head of the ring, they walk over to the right side of the ring. Giani jumps onto the apron, and Mickey sets his bat on the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope, and picks his bat back up as he springs to his feet. He stands on the second rope, reaching over Giani as he flips off the fans he is facing. Giani flips his hood down and flexes his muscles, showing off to the fans. He turns around and enters the ring, as he and Mickey work the six corners, goading on the hatred. Once they have made it to all six sides, they settle against the far side, speaking to one another before Mickey winds up his bat. Giani sheds his jacket and shows off his impressive physique, shouting out "You're welcome!" to the fans. Mickey rests his bat against the ropes as he drops his jacket to the ground, kicking it off into the corner. He jogs in place, throwing jabs as Giani walks over to him, and they talk for a moment before Mickey leans outside of the ring, demanding a microphone from a the rather raw Justin Decent. He insists that a match is supposed to be taking place, but after Mickey shouts obscenities at him, he holds his hands up in surrender, handing off a microphone. Mickey lunges at him, and the announces flinches slightly before Mickey steps inside of the ring. He offers the microphone to Giani, who waves it off, shouting just loud enough for the microphone to hear.

Giani: THESE DOUCHEBAGS DON'T DESERVE TO HEAR ME TAWK!!!

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!

Mickey: What don't ye plonkers understand about it? Ye don't deserve to hear from the "Italian Stallion". Ye don't deserve to hear from the "Reflection of Perfection" or the "Original Bad Boy of Wrestling". As a matter of fact, ye don't really deserve to hear from "The Irish..." Er, "The Red..." Whatever, me moniker is still a work in progress, but trust me. I'll 'ave three er four of 'em before I'm done!

The crowd reacts a bit, but there is a small amount of laughter for the ACW Original. However, he doesn't react much to this, other than holding a commanding hand up in the air to stop the chatter. He looks around, not satisfied with the delay in the crowd as he takes center stage.

Mickey: What part of shut yer bloody fucking mouths is so hard for ye bellends to understand? Belt up and bask in our presence, because we've come out here to make a major announcement that concerns each and every one of ye in attendance, and every one of ye in the back... more specifically, Dax Beckett, and Dying Breed...

Crowd: *POP!*

Mickey lowers the microphone, waiting for the crowd to stop cheering for the people who have been a thorn in his and Giani's side for months now. He shakes his head, laughing in aggravation. He is ready to speak once more when "Your Own Drum" by Sully Urna begins playing. The crowd cheers even more loudly as the Dying Breed trio steps from behind the curtains. However, they don't waste any time in charging down the ramp and sliding under the bottom ropes. They jump to their feet and take a step closer to Mickey and Giani, causing the Bad Boys to take a step back. Giani holds onto his nose and waves them all off, indicating that they stench bothers him. However, Mickey grabs up his signature steel bat, holding it at his side as he points it at Dax, and then Garcia and Darrell, telling them to back up. Dax steps forward and snatches the microphone from Mickey, honoring his request before stepping back between Darrell and Garcia.

Dax: Look... don't you think this beef has gone on for long enough? I mean, the average feud in SCW lasts like two weeks these days, and this has gone on for like two months. I think we proved that we were better than you two, and we would like to move on to bigger and better things...

Giani (Screaming): IT DON'T GET BIGGER OR BETTER THAN BAD BOYS!!!

Dax: One bullshit win where you toss me a bat and then fall to the ground is bunk and you know it. My boys here beat you two weeks ago to prove my point. Let's stop beating a dead horse, and just move on already. This shit is kind of sad right now. Like, pay attention to me, because we're a washed up reality has been and a coat-tail riding motherfucker, going even lower by riding on the Mean Girls name, which hasn't meant a fucking thing since 2015. After last week, I cleared my chi, and took some time to realize that you two are just sad, and honestly... I feel sorry for you. All three of us do...

Mickey lunges at Dax with the bat, but Giani holds him back, giving him the opportunity to look much tougher than he actually is. Giani mutters something to him, which causes him to calm slightly. He then walks right up to Dax and plucks the microphone from his hand, taking a step back as he licks his thumb, shaking it off to let him know that it's been lit.

Giani: Look, you can call it whatever you want, kid, but the fact of the matter is that we ain't had a fair shake at this shit. You just said it yourself. "The three of us"... When ya boys back there won two weeks ago? It wasn't a two on two battle. You wanna walk around here frontin' like you some freakin' boy scout or some shit, when we had Orange Hulk and Dread Space over there beat, until ya stuck ya nose where it didn't belong. You wanna tawk about what's "fair" all the time, but we never once put our noses in your matches. Just 'cause we're smarter than you three don't mean that we should be penalized. We're still one to one, bro. And we got an ace in our back pocket that...

Dax rips the microphone from Giani's hand and tilts his head back.

Dax: BITCHES LOVE TAG MATCHES, PLAYA!

Crowd: *POP!*

Dax: In other words, let's crush this, right here, and right now, if you got the guts, that is...

Dax chuckles as he turns to talk to Andrew and Ivan, discussing who should start things off. However, this is when Mickey comes crashing into Dax with his baseball bat, making a sick thud against his skull, dropping him hard to the mat. He tosses the bat to the ground and smirks as he waves Ivan Darrell forward. The two engage in a slug fest of epic proportions that causes the audience to erupt into cheers. Giani and Andrew tie up in a power struggle that is quickly won by the much bigger Di Luca. He rolls behind Garcia and German Suplexes him right on top of Dax, further hurting the rookie. He turns to see how Mickey is doing, just in time to see his buddy fly against the ropes right next to him before Ivan comes crashing into them with a hard clothesline, that sends all three to the outside. Andrew checks on Dax, waving out the medical team. Dax lifts his head slightly as he sees them coming, and he urges Andrew to continue on the fight. He double checks before going along with it, sliding outside to brawl by his husband's side. The two battle it out with Giani and Mickey as they walk up the ramp, brawling back and forth. As they get to the top, referees Drew Patton, Jacob Summers, and Holly Wood come out to try to break it up as the medical team rushes past them to check on Dax. Jacob and Drew pull Dying Breed back as Holly uses her Mean Girls ties to talk Bad Boys down. She shoves Bad Boys back through the curtains and tries to talk them down. However, Dying Breed rushes by Drew and Jacob, ready to continue the fight.

Simone: We have a match scheduled to take place right now, but rest assured that we will continue to cover this after Chelsea Payne takes on Raynin!


Down one of the University's activity center hallways comes the reigning SCW Bombshell Internet Champion Polly Playtime. She is walking like a top-of-grade model would, and is looking really good at doing it, with the championship belt glistening as she wears it around her waist. She passes by many of the backstage folks until she sees Pussy Willow off to the right hand side. Polly doesn't miss a beat though, instead just modeling her way past her, as Pussy Willow glares until Polly is out of sight.

Simone: "Well, our Bombshell Internet Champion has arrived and she has a busy night tonight. Not only will she be defending her championship later on here tonight, but-"

Adams: "She'll be out here with us as Chelsea Payne takes on Raynin in the first of two first round matches to determine her new number one contender! This should be interesting having Polly here at the table!"

Simone: "You're sounding too excited about this already. Just please keep calm while she's out here. She's not out here for you or anything. She's going to be out here for a not so good purpose I'm sure."

Adams: "Don't be too fast to judge Belinda. She's just coming out to scout, that's all. At least she's not hiding behind the belt, unlike what so many wrestlers do as they never want to defend their championship."

Simone: "Now that I'll give her. Anyways, Chelsea vs. Raynin is next."


Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round Bombshell Internet Contender Tournament match!!!

The crowd cheers as we hear the music hit from the current Bombshell Internet champion Polly Playtime comes out to the arena to a chores of boos from the fans.

Justin: Currently entering the arena to do colour commentary for this match!! The Bombshell Internet Champion!! Polly Playtime!!

Polly sits down next to Adams as she places her championship belt in front of her on the desk and looks annoyed.

Simone: Polly, welcome to the announce table as we are happy to welcome you.

Polly: Yeah sure, whatever.

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: Currently in the ring!! Weighing in at 145 pounds!! Hailing from Austin, Texas!!! Raynin!!

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: And her opponent!! Weighing in at 115 pounds!! Hailing from SoHo, Manhatten, New York City, New York!! Chelsea Payne!!!

The bell has rang as Chelsea gets up in front of Raynin's face and looks her up and down before putting her hand up in front of her face. Clearly trying to annoy Raynin, as the former multi champion slaps the hand away and locks Payne in a standing side headlock before hip tossing her on the canvas while still holding on to the lock. Holly checks on whether the hold is a clean headlock as Chelsea is complaining that Raynin grabbed her hair for an unfair advantage on her. Holly checks with Raynin, who shakes her head saying no. Causing Holly to let the complaint slide as Chelsea slowly starts to get to her knees.

Adams: Polly, do you have a preference for this match to win??

Polly is looking into a hand mirror as she is trying to work on her lipstick.

Adams: Polly??

Polly: What??

Simone: He asked if you...

Polly: Yeah I heard him, if I had a preference to win this match? I don't care, I mean seriously. Neither are in any level of the champion. So basically neither deserve a shot at my championship belt.

Chelsea has gotten up to her feet, pushing Raynin to the ropes as she sets Raynin up for a dropkick as she drops the member of the Fallen to the canvas and goes for a quick cover as Holly goes for the three count.

Holly: One!! Two!!

Raynin gets her shoulder up in time, causing Holly shows the count of two as Chelsea complaints that Holly needs to count faster before grabbing the hair of Raynin and she bashes her head in the canvas four times before breaking it up as Holly warns her for being disqualified. This causes Chelsea to get upset about it as she starts to complain with the referee. In the meantime we see Raynin slowly get up from the canvas, the camera zooms in on her as we can see her twitch her eye and shake her head before screaming out in anger.

Simone: Oh no!!

Polly: What?? She going into a bitch fit??

Raynin jumps up to her feet, turns around and spins Chelsea around before blasting her with a right hand. Causing Chelsea to stagger backwards before Raynin follows it up with grabbing her head and runs to the turnbuckles for a Tornado DDT. She drops Chelsea and rolls her up for the pin.

Holly: One!! Two!!

Chelsea kicks out as she slides out of the ring, followed by the enraged Raynin to the outside as the two ladies run around the ring before Chelsea slides in the ring. There she stops and drives her knee in the side of Raynin after the member of the Fallen has slid in the ring as well. There we see Chelsea kick Raynin in the side several times before pushing Raynin with her feet to the outside as she slides out of the ring as well. There we see Chelsea stand on the ring apron, measuring Raynin who is slowly getting to her feet. Chelsea jumps off the apron and hits Raynin with a Tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown when Raynin turns around her way. This causes Raynin to hit her back of her head and her shoulders into the security railing as Chelsea chuckles before sliding in the ring.

Polly: Lucky move for a lucky wrestler.

Adams: She did beat Mercedez Vargas last week tho

Polly: So??

Holly Wood is starting to use the ten count on Raynin as Chelsea is grinning from ear to ear, believing that she has won the match. Only to be surprised by the fact that Raynin has managed to break the ten count by sliding in the ring at the count of nine. Only to have Chelsea to be all over her, the newcomer grabs Raynin by the head and whips Raynin into the other side of the ring in the corner as she follows it up with a corner splash into Raynin and follows it up with a Bulldog from the corner as she has grabbed the head of Raynin, she follows it up with the cover.

Holly: One!! Two!! Thr...

Adams: No!! To the delight of Angel!!!

Polly: You mean that furry toy bear?? Ugh... yuck.

Raynin grabs her head as she is feeling the after effects from the Bulldog and earlier the match by the Tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown on the outside. Chelsea kicks her in the back before grabbing Raynin by the head again and wraps her arm around her chin in a chinlock from behind. Spinning the head of Raynin left to right with authority as Raynin lifts her arms up to the head of Chelsea and drops her with a jaw breaker. Sending Chelsea to the ropes as she is tied up on the ropes as Holly tries to free her. This gives Raynin a moment to breathe as she stares at Chelsea and the enraged Raynin screams out again. Walks up to her and executes a spinning heel kick in the midsection of Chelsea before jumping over the top rope onto the apron before grabbing the head of Chelsea and suddenly jumps up and locks Chelsea in a sleeper with her mighty legs as Holly starts to count.

Simone: I can't say I've ever seen this version of the leg sleeper hold like this one!!!

Polly: Yawn

Raynin holds on to the ropes for leverage as she awaits the five count of Holly before releasing the hold at the count of four. She then drives her knee in the spine of Chelsea as that forces her to be freed from the ropes that she was on. Raynin jumps up the top ropes and goes for a diving Hurricanrana on Chelsea. But Chelsea manages to block the move as she feels the legs lock on to her head and move forwards for the Hurricanrana. She grabs the legs and executes a Sit Down Powerbomb on Raynin to the shock of the crowd as Holly goes for the cover.

Holly: One!!! Two!! Thre.....

Adams: NO!!!!

Crowd: Holy shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!

Chelsea can't believe it, looking in shock to Holly who gives her the signal that it was two. We can see a replay on a split screen as we see Raynin slowly start to stir as she is twitching her eyes again. Causing her to change to her normal self again as Chelsea feels that she needs to finish it off permanently. She jumps the turnbuckles and measures Raynin before Raynin slowly gets to her feet and moves towards Chelsea as Chelsea executes her Upper-Crust, only to be catched by Raynin who drops Chelsea with a Spine Buster in the middle of the ring.

Crowd: This is awesome!! This is awesome!!!

Polly: Boring!!!

Raynin slowly covers Chelsea as Holly goes for the three count.

Holly: One!! Two!! Three!!!

The bell rings as Raynin rolls off of Chelsea and has her arm lift in victory by Holly

Justin: The winner of the match and qualified to the next round of the Bombshell Internet championship tournament!! Raynin!!!


The crowd is still roaring after the amazing fight between Chelsea Payne and Raynin, as the cameras move backstage to see Andrew Garcia repeatedly smashing Mickey Carroll's face against the catering table, taking pleasure in watching Mickey struggle to find air. A few feet away, Ivan Darrell has a cord around Giani's throat, choking him as the referees attempt to talk them out of fighting. However, their soft words go unheeded as Ivan continues to choke Giani. Scott Oliver and Jasmine St. John have now joined the fray, however, Scott not very helpful as he puts a microphone in Mickey's face.

Scott: So... is it safe to assume that this whole war between Bad Boys and Dying Breed isn't actually over? Cause, it kinda doesn't look like it is, and... No comment? Okay...

Mickey: Sod o-awwwwpffpffpffpffpffff...

Scott moves over to Giani as Mickey is getting better acquainted with a banana cream pie. He leans down in front of Giani, bended on one knee as he turns his head to the side.

Scott: Giani! Do you have any comments about the thing? You know, from last week? You were all like "Thanks for considerin' the awfer, bro. DTF. GTL. Joy-sey..." and handed someone a Bad Boys jacket. I guess what I'm trying to ask is, who the fuck is it? Wait, edit that out because that's not professional. But seriously, who the fuck is it?

Giani gags in response to this, even going as far as to swing his huge arm out at Scott. He lunges back and runs his hands through his hair as he seems confused by what is going on. He sighs and turns to Ivan Darrell.

Scott: So, do you have any comments to the fans about your honeymoon? Did you go to Cancun? You two seem like a Cancun kinda couple. Either that, or a Bloodstock kinda couple, but if Steve Ramone is any indication, that hasn't happened yet, or else my Twitter TL would be flooded with that shit. Stuff. I meant stuff... Nah, I meant shit.

Ivan: Maybe we could do this another time? Kinda busy here...

Scott: Nah-haha... that's what she... or in this case, HE said...

Scott nods his head, proud of his little quip, as Ivan shakes his head. This distraction is just what Giani Di Luca needs as he stands up, lifting the smaller Ivan Darrell up as he crashes his back toward the wall, sandwiching Darrell behind him. Giani then flips Ivan over as he rushes toward Andrew, Shoulderbutting him to the ground. Mickey drops to the ground and crawls away as Giani does a Belly to Belly Suplex to Ivan, straight through the catering table. The crowd boos as Mickey gets up to his feet, offering several stomps to Andrew before both men pick him up and perform a Double Snap Suplex to Garcia on top of an equipment box. It sparks a bit as Giani and Mickey high five one another. They walk backwards admiring their work as they laugh. Scott watches on, looking to the referees with concern on his face.

Scott: Man, talk about a bad interview. I didn't even get one question answered. But, I guess your job is a lot harder, because you guys couldn't break that shit up.

Holly: You do know that you were supposed to be helping us, right?

Scott: I was? Well, why didn't anyone tell me?

Holly: We did, like five times...

Holly shakes her head as she walks off to make sure things have died down. Jasmine and Jacob check on Andrew and Ivan as Scott scratches his head, confused, but unwilling to admit it. He shrugs his shoulders as he walks over and leans down to Andrew, helping to check on him, until he raises his microphone to his lips.

Scott: Do you have anything to add to the whole honeymoon conversation? No? Okay. I'll wait until you're conscious again.

Scott gently pats Andrew on the shoulder as if this is somehow helping anyone.


We can see Gothika on the phone with someone when suddenly she gets ambushed from behind, causing her phone to drop out of her hand as the camera zooms out and we can see Ekaterina stand over her. Ekaterina grabs her by the neck and hair as she pulls her up to her feet and pushes Gothika face first into the wall.

Ekaterina: SO you thought you could mess with me huh? You thought you could just have your way with me and take away Dmitri from me??

Gothika tries to resist the attack from Ekaterina, but notices for a change that Ekaterina is showing her some power that she hasn't sensed before. Ekaterina pushes her neck into the wall with one hand as the other pulls away some of her hair as she breaths down her neck.

Ekaterina: Oh don't worry little one, I'm not going to hurt you just yet. Dmitri would be upset and I don't like to pamper little boys over a broken love that would stain my rugs too much.

Gothika: Let... me... go!! Fight me like a real vampire!!

A chuckle can be heard coming from the mouth of Ekaterina as she shushes Gothika in her ear.

Ekaterina: All in due time little one, I just warn you... you need to understand that if you keep these things up, I will make you regret the day that you ever came back and got in my way with Dmitri. I will give you the choice... leave him and you will not feel my wrath...

Gothika: NEVER!!!

Ekaterina starts to laugh as she pushes her into the wall as she lets go off her, just as Gothika turns around we can see Ekaterina already at the doorway.

Ekaterina: I already knew you would say that...., trust me. You will regret making that decision Gothika... you will find out soon enough... trust me....

with that Ekaterina walks off, leaving Gothika angered for what just happened


Justin: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is a Standard Rules Singles match between Jeremiah Hardin and Steve Ramone.

Jeremiah Hardin comes to the ramp as Trenches (Remix) by Pop Evil ft DMC plays and he comes to the ramp with his uncle Dark Tiger by his side. The crowd launched into a positive reaction when they see Hardin. Jeremiah comes down the ramp and fist bumps with the fans. When he gets a ways down the ramp Jeremiah roars when the Yeoooowwww! comes and he slides in the ring and then gets on the turnbuckle and roars again and the crowd roars with him.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Richmond, Virginia, being accompanied to the ring by his uncle Dark Tiger, standing six feet six inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds. He is the Man of War from the 804. He is the Big Cat from the VA Cap. Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin!!!!!!

The crowd continues their positive reaction and roaring while Jeremiah plays the crowd.

Simone: Jeremiah Hardin is always a welcome presence in the ring. However I have to say he's got his hands full with Steve Ramone as Ramone is unpredictable.

Adams: I doubt that Ramone will be any different for Hardin than his other opponents over the years.

Justin: Our next participant in this match hails from Queens, New York, and he stands in at six feet even and 200 pounds, he is "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone.

The crowd launches into a mixed reaction at the announcement of Steve Ramone but we know he doesn't care what the crowd thinks of him.

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

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

Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone comes out first air guitaring to the song before he is joined by Andreas and Cyrus, the three men ignore the fans at ringside whilst they walk down to the ringside as Steve sings along to the lyrics before they reach the ringside area where Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring first followed by Steve, they pose for the crowd before they turn their attention to Jeremiah Hardin, who arrived in the ring prior to them, and the three are getting too close and trash-talking for Referee Jacob Summers gets between them to prevent a brawl breaking out. Referee Summers orders Cyrus and Andreas to get out of the ring and they do so.

Adams: We nearly had a fight break out before the bell to start the match.

Simone: Ramone isn't stupid enough to get a Disqualification in a match before the match starts. However you can imagine his frustration being in a low-card match when he feels he is always Main Event material.

Referee Summers calls both wrestlers to join him in the center of the ring where he explains the rules and how this match will go. He informs the two that he will not tolerate rule-breaking and if he has to issue numerous warnings he is also willing to issue a Disqualification. Summers quickly checks both wrestlers to ensure they are not hiding foreign objects. Satisfied that both wrestlers understand how he will officiate this match, and that both are clean of foreign objects, he sends both of them to a corner to await the bell from the Timekeeper to start the match.

Simone: Let's get this match underway.

Adams: This will be an epic match.

Hardin and Ramone approach each other and lock up in a collar and elbow. They both work hard to gain the advantage and eventually Jeremiah backs Steve into the corner. Referee Summers is quick to step in and order the break due to Ramone being on the ropes. Hardin complies by releasing his hold on Ramone and raising his hands in a gesture of a clean break. Steve Ramone is not sure what to make of this as he doesn't always have opponents who make clean breaks. Ramone steps out of the corner and the two lock up again. They break apart and start landing forearm smashes to the other. Ramone quickly drops to the mat and executes a leg sweep that takes Hardin off his feet. Jeremiah gets up off the mat and the instant he stands up Ramone charges him with a shoulder block that drives Harden into the corner. Again Referee Summers steps in to call for the break. Hardin expects a clean break in return to the one he gave to Ramone earlier but instead of getting that he gets a punch to the side of his head from Ramone. Infuriated over the illegal break Hardin grabs Ramone and quickly spins him around and back into the corner. Jeremiah then begins landing numerous punches to the head of Steve. Jacob Summers issues a caution to Jeremiah Harden for the punches and Hardin reminds Summers that he didn't issue a warning to Ramone when Steve was punching him.

Adams: Hardin is a good point.

Simone: The point is to focus on your opponent and not on the Referee.

Hardin quickly returns his attention to Ramone. He shoves Ramone in the chest with both hands causing Steve to fall back into the corner ropes. Jeremiah then grabs the arm or Steve and he pulls Ramone out of the corner and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardin follows Ramone and as soon as Steve slams into the corner Jeremiah slams into him driving him hard into the corner. As Ramone steps out of the corner Hardin goes for the whip into the opposite corner again. He is successful as Ramone lands hard into the corner. Jeremiah runs at Ramone in the corner and at the last moment Steve leaps up and holds onto the corner ropes causing Jeremiah to miss his shoulder block move. As Hardin misses hitting Ramone he doesn't miss traveling far enough through the corner ropes to hit his shoulder on the steel ring post. Steve waits until Jeremiah starts to extract himself from the ropes then he dives down toward Hardin grabbing him around the waist on the way down. Jeremiah Hardin is flipped onto his back with Steve Ramone still holding onto him. Steve wisely places his legs over the arms of Jeremiah while pushing on Hardin's legs for leverage. Referee Summers drops down to make the pin count.

One...
Two...
Th...

Hardin gets his shoulder off the mat before the Referee could bring his hand down for the three count.

Adams: Oh that was so close! I thought Ramone had the win right there.

Simone: Most wrestlers operate on instinct. They are often caught off guard but they seem to know what's happening during a pin attempt.

Instead of doing a quick follow-up on Hardin an argument starts up when Ramone complains to Summers about his slow count on the pin attempt. Summers reminds Ramone that his officiating abilities are great and that it was a two-and-a-half count, and to get back into the match. Ramone turns around to go back on the attack but he's hit in the chest with a hard forearm smash. Ramone counters but Hardin blocks it. The two start trading forearms and knees and then Ramone grabs Hardin and shoves him head-first out of the ring where he lands on the ring apron and then he slips off to the arena floor.

Simone: Outside the ring on the arena floor is Steve Ramone territory. It would benefit Jeremiah Hardin to return to the ring as quickly as he can.

Adams: Then again this is a Standard Rules match and if Ramone takes the attack to the arena floor it could result in Referee Summers disqualifying him.

Ramone decides to go outside to go after Hardin. He dives under the ropes and slides to a stop on the arena floor. Steve gets up and runs in the direction of Jeremiah. Referee Summers begins to count on both men on the outside of the ring but he only gets a two count in when Hardin sees Ramone coming and he quickly runs up the ring steps and leaps over the ropes into the ring breaking the count. Ramone pulls himself up on the ring apron and he is standing looking into the ring. Hardin rushes him and lands a shoulder block to the body of Ramone but Steve holds tight to the ropes and remains on the apron. Ramone then pulls hard on the ropes catapulting himself over the ropes where he lands his body in the chest of Hardin. Steve is surprised when Harden grabs him and holds onto him and doesn't fall to the mat. Jeremiah spins around while leaping into the air and he comes down driving Steve into the mat. He goes for the cover but as soon as Referee Jacob Summers drops to start a pinfall count Ramone kicks out.

Adams: Sure has been a good back and forth. I'm sure both men are getting tired as their pace in this match has been quick.

Simone: As always it is likely to come down to which wrestler makes the first mistake that is enough for their opponent to capitalize on.

Hardin gets up and he is frustrated he didn't get the pin that time. He waits for Ramone to get to his feet and he lunges at him for a spear. Steve dodges the spear which causes Jeremiah to fly past him and he nearly loses his balance due to the missed hit. While Hardin is regaining his balance Ramone measures him up for what appears to be his Fearless Shot Superkick. When Jeremiah turns around and takes a step in the direction of Steve we see Ramone quickly land the Fearless Shot Superkick on Hardin. Jeremiah drops to the mat and Steve goes for the cover and he firmly hooks the legs. He doesn't notice that they are close to the ropes as Referee Summers drops down to make the pin count.

One...
Two...

Jacob Summers stops the count and Ramone is yelling at him asking him why he didn't finish his count on the pin. Summers points to the ropes where we see the arm of Hardin stretched out and his hand has grabbed onto the lower rope to Summers informs Ramone he has to break the hold and that's why he stopped the count.

Simone: This is about to get nasty.

Adams: Ramone shouldn't argue with the Referee and he shouldn't distract himself during the match.

Ramone gets dangerously close to Referee Summers and he is loudly complaining that he had the win and that Summers sucks. Jacob isn't having any of this from Ramone and he informs Steve if he touches him he will disqualify him for attacking a Referee. Ramone doesn't touch the Referee but he stays close in his face complaining about his officiating. There is a commotion at ringside as Travis Nathaniel Andrews arrives at the ring and he starts yelling stuff Ramone and Hardin. Steve Ramone is tired of having TNA, or anyone for that matter, come to the ring and cause a distraction. Ramone turns his attention away from Referee Summers to go over to the ropes and he starts arguing with Travis.

Adams: I'm not sure why Ramone is so upset about someone coming to the ring to cause a distraction when he did the same thing in many matches.

Simone: I guess some wrestlers can see the distractions in matches caused by others but not when they do it.

While Ramone is distracted with TNA Hardin gets to his feet. He regains his balance and looks over to see Ramone arguing with Travis. Jeremiah runs up behind Steve and he lands a head butt between his shoulder blades driving Ramone into the ring ropes. On the rebound Hardin grabs Ramone around the waist and pulls him up and over into a suplex. Jeremiah then rolls Steve up into a pin. Referee Summers quickly makes the count.

One...
Two...
Three...

Summers gets up and calls for the bell and this match is over. He orders Hardin to get off Ramone and he does and he walks across the ring to lean back in the corner. Travis takes off up the ramp and disappears into the backstage area.

Justin: Here is your winner of this match, by pinfall, he is Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin!!!

Jacob Summers raises the hand of Hardin in victory as the crowd gives a mixed reaction due to distraction caused by TNA. Hardin quickly slides out of the ring and maneuvers up the ramp to disappear behind into the backstage area. Ramone is on his feet arguing with the Referee over TNA's distraction. Referee Summers informs Steve that he didn't feel having TNA at ringside yelling things into the ring as interference so he let it go. Steve Ramone kicks the ropes and then he leaves the ring and stomps up the ramp to return backstage.

Adams: Do you think TNA came to ringside to help Hardin win this match by distracting Ramone?

Simone: I don't see that Hardin would do that. I believe TNA acted on his own but I'm sure he will have to answer to both Jeremiah Hardin and Steve Ramone for his actions.


Backstage, Christian Underwood can be seen smiling as he appears to be talking to someone off camera.

Christian: Sad as I am at your troubles, most bosses would not appreciate getting calls from their staff who tell them that they are unable to come to work. And trust me, I had a very important job for you last week Samantha...

The camera view pulls out to reveal Sam Marlowe standing there dressed in a pair of dark torn jeans, boots and a Betty Boop t-shirt. Her bottom lip is being sucked into her teeth as a worried look crosses her face.

Sam: I didn't know that...I figured that since I was suspended that it wouldn't be so bad if I NEEDED to take the time like I did last week. So that is why I thought you wouldn't mind my ta...

Sam's voice trails off as a tsking sound comes from Christian Underwood.

Christian: Of course I minded Samantha. I am trying to run a company here that needs everyone to do what I want them to do. After all, I am THE boss...

Sam: It's Sam and I thought you were one of the...

Christian: You thought...oh really Samantha. Is that any way to speak to the person that signs your paycheck? Now since you missed last week's task and I had to promote...ummm...

Christian Underwood looks around for anyone to point to and finds a lowly concession stand worker that he motions towards. Sam turns to see the poor worker who has no clue he is being held up as the point Christian is trying to make.

Christian: That person over there to concession stand technician, I am afraid that his job is now yours.

Sam's eyes widen as Christian turns slightly and holds up a coverall and pair of rubber gloves and holds them out to her with two fingers as his lips curl slightly.

Christian: Our superstars have come to expect a clean locker room and well, this week we are going to give them that aren't we Samantha?

Sam: You want me to clean out the Bombshells' locker room? Ok, but I don't think that I am going to need that stuff.

Once more, sarcastic chuckles escape Underwood as he once more shakes out the coveralls and gloves which Sam slowly reaches for.

Christian: Did you hear me say Bombshell Samantha. No no no, like I said, you are taking his job. And he cleans the SUPERSTAR locker room...

Sam's eyes widen as she realizes just what it is that Christian means as he lets go of the clothes forcing her to grab for them quickly. Moving closer, he puts his arm over the shoulders of Sam and begins to guide her towards the men's locker room.

Christian: I am expecting that you will do a really good job Samantha and prove to me that you deserve to be in Sin City Wrestling and maybe you could be promoted back up the ladder towards wrestling once more.

At the men's locker room, Christian smiles as he pushes open the door and moves slightly to allow Sam to move inside.

Christian: I can't wait to hear good things after tonight Samantha so let's give our superstars what they deserve shall we? Get cleaning and you may want to start in the bathroom, before the men need to use it...Bye.

Christian pushes Sam into the locker room and waves cheekily at her before letting the door slam closed on the surprised look on Sam's face.


The SCW show continues on as the camera fades into the backstage area, a slow pace atmosphere away from the action that's been happening. Pass the locker room area the medical staff door lies open for others to see to and hear what was going on inside.

Medical staff members were currently checking up on former SCW Roulette champion, Ryan Keys and his current condition. Ryan sits shirtless on low metallic chair not really dressed for action tonight. The stitches on his face seem to be healing up nicely, having no severe damage done to his face, yet his neck was another story. Chatting away with the staff Ryan's voice was weak and gravely, still damaged from the massive injury done to his neck. The barbed wire had cut deep within and left horrifying marks all over the area evaluated. By the look of the medic it's unsure of what if Keys is in any condition to wrestle.

MD: Any more trouble breathing since the last 3 days? Discomforts? Problems with walking?

Ryan: Still can't sleep right, but it's been goin' alright. At least I can walk, so that's good. I just need to be cleared so I can get back out there, so if you can maybe bandage me up, slap some tape on it, I'll be good to go. I need to get out there again.

MD: That's not going to happen. The same time we took doing your stitches is about the same time it'll take for us to work on your neck. Turn your head a bit.

At least Ryan's charm wasn't affected by thing. The slightest pressure the medic made on his neck causes him flinch and hiss no matter what. Turning his head there is slight pain showing on his face. His neck is getting bandaged up yet again.

MD: Still in bad shape, I'll send a note to Mark Ward saying that you need more time. I'll also need a medical report from where you were hospitalized last Sunday. You were sent to the one up north on Irvine?

Ryan: Hospital... yeah..I think that's where I was. But hey thanks again for checkin' me up man. Don't worry about telling the boss, I was headin' up there next anyway. Need to figure out where I go next, you know? I have my rematch clause ready for the day I'm cleared.

Keys hisses again at the way he got up from the chair all of the sudden, looks like he was still hurting everywhere else on his body. But he can't stick around and try to explain why there is no hospital report to be found. Grabbing his discarded shirt Ryan walks towards the open door while poking at the bandaged on him. He couldn't wait to get back in the ring again.

Ryan: Thank again man.

With that he was out, ignoring any calls the medic made for his attention, and demands to let his neck have time to heal, and to try not to strain himself while training. Ryan has never heard of light training before, so the medics words fell short.

Looking around he couldn't understand why he's feeling paranoid walking around the almost empty corridors. Vulnerable. Mental images of his last match ran across his head making him worry. Watching behind him he quickens his pace, passing through the locker room area quickly, then he stops a bit in front of Mark Wards office before shaking his head and exiting out of the camera's view. A bit scared.


Cameras cut to the backstage area as Belinda Warwick is standing by a vending machine, she is looking over the choices when Pussy Willow enters the picture.

Pussy: What you doing Belinda?

Belinda turns her head to see the pretty reporter as a smile forms on her lips.

Belinda Warwick: Oh getting myself a snack before Zuri and I step into the ring with those damn Elders.

Pussy nods her head as Belinda turns her head back towards the vending machine.

Pussy: So....

Belinda Warwick: So what?

Pussy: So what was the deal between you and Ben Jordan?

Belinda turns her head again while cocking her eyebrow up.

Belinda Warwick: There is nothing going on between Ben and myself. We are just trying to get a feel for the field as we await for the team pairings. As you know, I will be partaking in my first ever Blast From The Past tournament so I could use all the advice anyone would be willing to give.

Pussy nods her head halfheartedly. She was hoping something juicy would come out between Ben and this Amazonian female.

Pussy: Well, tonight you get your chance to prove why Justice League is still a team to take serious. Are you worried that the same outcome will happen?

Belinda shrugs her shoulders.

Belinda Warwick: Those girls are going to say anything and do anything to get under my skin. Unlike most, Zuri and I don't cry over a loss. We embrace it and look for another chance to showcase what we can do in that ring. Then Elders are scared of Zuri and I don't blame them. However they better take me seriously or they'll have a horrible night.

Pussy looks at the vending machine as Belinda gives up and looks one last time at the camera.

Belinda Warwick: No matter what, Justice Shall Be Served.

Belinda gives a soft wink to the fans watching home as she walks out of the shot.


Justin: The following match is schedule for one fall, making his way to the ring first... being accompanied by Jamie Dean from Odessa, Denmark... SAMEL DEVEREUX!!!!

The opening instrumental for "Tired" and the lights turn purple. Sam comes out from behind the curtain and is quickly followed by Jamie Dean. He takes out a card and throws it, sticking it to the middle of the ramp. He slowly walks down the ramp with a smile on his face. Sam picks up the card and shows it to be the Queen of hearts. He kisses it pockets it as Jamie swoons. Samuel jumps up on the steps and looks around as the crowd cheers for him. Samuel gets into the ring and climbs onto one of the turnbuckles absorbing the crowd's energy.

Adams: Such an odd friendship these two have but it so good to see two men in this business getting along.

Simone: Jason, uh... never-mind.

Justin: And his opponent from parts unknown, now residing in Vegas... he is RAAAAAAAGEEEEE!!!

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 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 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 looks around the crowd with a dark and almost demonic look in his eyes as he turns to face his opponent.

Adams: Rage looks, well angry.

Simone: Hence the name?

Adams: I don't understand.

Drew starts this match up while instructing Jamie Dean to leave the ring, which he does without any complaints. While Rage and Samuel square up in the centre of the six-sided ring. Once Drew sees that this match is ready to get underway he calls for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Samuel and Rage start this one off with a good old fashion standoff, both males wanting to assert their dominance as they circle one another before both giant men rush towards one another. Rage gets the powerful upper hand and he forces Samuel back up into the ropes. Rage continues to hold him there while Jamie complains to Drew on the outside, telling him to get the monster off Samuel. Drew gives Rage the warning count and the monster that is Rage drags it out to the last second before he lets go of Samuel.

Adams: Rage, he is always in your face.

Simone: He is a fierce competitor Jason.

Rage backs away from Samuel but he goes straight back on the attack with a short running shoulder barge, Samuel is pushed up against the ropes and he is whiplashed a crossed them. Rage goes back to pushing Samuel against the ropes, this time his focus is purely on the head and neck of Samuel that causes Jamie Dean to yell out from ringside. Drew makes the count once again at Rage draws it out to the last second once more. After he breaks the hold Drew gets up into the face of Rage and starts to tell him off.

Adams: I love Drew, that man has no fear... it's stupid.

Simone: He's just doing his job.

Rage roars to life in Drew's face and the SCW fans shower Rage down with boos. However, the J2Hism follower couldn't care as he turns his attention back towards Samuel, nevertheless Samuel has a surprise for Rage and he flies towards him with a forearm to the side of the face. Rage stumbles backwards and Samuel is straight back on the attack with a side headlock take-over. Now that Rage is on the canvas Samuel tries to capitalize however, Rage powers up and they both rise from the canvas.

Simone: Rage is freakishly strong.

Adams: Samuel isn't to be sneezed at, once he can find his footing he will out run Rage all over this ring.

Samuel continues to hold Rage in a side headlock but as he does so Rage snakes his arms around Sam's waist giving him a squeeze before the larger man picks Sam up from the canvas shaking him forcefully like a rag doll.

Adams: Holy Sheep, Samuel thought he had Rage's number but boy was he wrong.

Simone: Don't count out Samuel just yet, he does have Jamie Dean in his corner.

Rage puts Samuel back down on the canvas before he takes a few steps back before coming back towards him with a shoulder barge, Samuel is rocked but he doesn't go down so the former Sin's member rushes towards him once more knocking his opponent to the canvas. Samuel goes to get up but Rage scoops him up with ease before powerfully slamming his spine back to the canvas. Jamie Dean yelps for Samuel gaining Rage's attention. Rage stalks his way over towards the side of the ring that Jamie Dean is standing beside and the big man makes his presence felt.

Adams: OH NO!! Poor Jamie.

Simone: Poor Jamie? Rage better keep his head in the game because he would be out numbered if anything was to kick off.

Rage however, just talks a little trash to Jamie telling him to "watch this" Rage turns his attention back towards Samuel and as the Denmarkian goes to stand up Rage rushes towards him damn near kicking his head off with a big boot. Samuel falls to the canvas with a sick thud and Rage wastes no time in making his way over towards him, covering him for the pin fall.

1...
2...
NO! Much to the Sin City Wrestling fan's delight and to Jamie Dean's Samuel kicks out and this match continues.

Rage gets back up to his feet dragging Samuel with him before the giant grabs onto a handful of his hair before forcefully planting Samuel to the canvas with a sit out power-bomb. Rage takes a seat on the canvas beside Samuel looking at the damage he is inflicting before he makes his next move.

Adams: It's never a good thing when Rage starts thinking.

Simone: I'm so not walking out of here tonight with you after that comment.

Adams: What, I just meant bad things happen?

Simone: Keep digging Jason, just keep digging.

Rage snakes his way over and locks Samuel into a headlock, however the big man doesn't have plans on keeping Samuel grounded as he lifts Samuel up by the throat. Samuel is struggling to breathe and Jamie Dean is livid that this is all unfolding. Drew warns Rage and just as he does Rage switches his position and lifts Samuel up into the air choking Samuel.

Adams: See I told you bad things happen.

Simone: Samuel hasn't even got a foot in with this match thus far.

Adams: Rage I just a dominating force.

Samuel looks as if he is going to be choked out but some-how he gets a second wind and he forcefully kicks at Rage's midsection. Rage losses his grip and drops Samuel to the canvas. However, Samuel comes to life with a sweeping kick knocking Rage off his feet. Once down on the canvas Samuel lets out a fury of kicks and punches to Rage reminding him that he is still in this match. Rage covers up the best that he can but Samuel has laid on some shiners onto his bald head.

Adams: Pow, POW!!

Simone: Did you just do sound effects?

Adams: Yes, for the viewers at home that don't have sound.

Simone: Jason, uh... never-mind.

Adams: You say that a lot to me.

Rage rolls out of the way but Samuel is on the attack as he tries to get some payback in from what Rage has done to him all match, however, as he goes to drive his elbow down into Rage he misses and Rage takes advantage. He gets back up to his feet, and quickly grabs onto Samuel dragging him to his feet before unleashing a fury of his own punches before Rage decides to call this one a night. He swiftly picks Samuel up and twirls him around for an Argentine Side walk Slam. Rage makes the cover.

Adams: RAGE SLAM!!

1
2
3.

Ding, ding, ding

Justin: Here is your winner ... Rage!

This one is over much to Jamie Dean's horror as Rage rises to his feet and he kicks Samuel out of his ring letting him fall at Jamie's feet. Jamie rushes to help his man, while Drew raises Rage's hand in victory.


James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando leave their dressing room to head to the area where James will be thrown into the street for a Street Fight Grudge Match against Xander Bishop. As they are walking we listen in on their conversation.

James: Uncle you know the rules that even though this is a Hardcore Street Fight Hot Stuff Mark Ward made it quite clear that if anyone interferes in the match he will immediately have the match stopped and the person who had interference on his behalf will be declared the loser. With the Rematch Contract for the Roulette Championship on the line I have every intention of winning. No matter how hard it will be for you to stand idly by and watch the two of us beat the crap out of each other you have to hold back and not interfere.

Pinky: I know that I will not interfere and neither will Dmitri. I'm worried that Ekaterina might do something just to get even with you for getting in her face recently. I guess getting between her and you to stop her from interfering isn't classified as interfering in the match for your benefit right?

James: Mark was very broad in his comments. Anyone who interferes in the match that benefits one of the wrestlers will cause the match to be stopped and the person who had the interference on his behalf will lose the match.

Pinky: So what happens if Xander Bishop has one of his friends interfere in the match and he has them attack him to make it look like the interference was for your benefit? You could lose even though he set you up. After what Bishop did attacking you at the Rap Battle I don't put anything past him.

James: Leave it to the Referee to make that call. That's why they are assigned to this match. If it turns out that Bishop tries a staged set up like that and the Referee declares me the loser so be it. I may lose this battle but I'll damn sure win the war. By the way if that were to happen, and the match was stopped, and I was declared the loser by being scammed by Xander Bishop, you and your Italian Mafia thugs have my full approval to beat them down until people cannot tell the difference between them and the dust on the ground.

Pinky: Thanks James. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

The two stop at the end of the hallway near the exit doors to the street.

James: Please stay in the building and watch the match on television. Do not get involved in the match in any way, shape, or form, even if Bishop has someone interfere and even if Ekaterina shows up to screw me out of the match. I know it will be hard for you to hold back but you must.

Pinky: Okay.

James and Pinky stand there quietly waiting for the start of the Hardcore Street Fight.


We fade backstage to see Dax Beckett in the medical center, a doctor flashing lights in his eyes as he moves his pupils in the direction of the light. The doctor smiles and pats Dax on the shoulder.

Doctor: It appears that you are fine, Mr. Beckett. And, you were such a good boy, that I think I've got a sucker somewhere in this office for you.

Dax: Hell yeah!

Dax stands up as he starts searching for a sucker. Celeste North is seen standing by, looking a little embarrassed and confused by Dax's actions. She walks up to the doctor and gently smacks his shoulder to get his attention.

Celeste: A sucker? Seriously? What is he, like eight?

Doctor: Well, I figured it would help, since he's... special?

Celeste: Special? You mean like... retarrrr...? No, he's not...

Doctor:He's not? I might need to send him to the hospital for further tests, if this kind of behavior is out of the ordinary...

Celeste: No, it's not, but... I mean, some things would make sense if he was... Look, is he going to be alright? I don't even know why I was called, because we're broken up, and have been for a while.

The doctor looks at his papers for a moment, reading over them carefully before looking up to Celeste.

Doctor: You are, Celeste North, are you not? You're his emergency contact. You might want to speak to Erik Staggs to get that changed. If this is normal behavior for him, then I would say that he should be able to join his friends in the hallway, and you can leave.

Celeste sighs as she sees Dax retrieve a sucker from one of the drawers of the doctor's desk. He giggles as he fiddles with the wrapper, unsuccessful in getting it open. He turns around and whines as he holds it up toward Celeste. She rolls her eyes, sighing, but in a way that is endearing to the two. She takes the sucker and unwraps it, handing it back to Dax. He sticks it in his mouth, and instantly begins to crush it with his teeth. Celeste raises an eyebrow before she turns and leaves the medical room. Dax soon follows, as Celeste stops dead in her tracks. She narrows her eyes as she looks dead ahead of her, finding Mercedes Vargas with a cupcake in her hand, covered in dirt from the floor. She gently tosses it up in the air, catching the cup portion of it each time, taking a small step forward as if she doesn't see Celeste standing there.

Mercedes: Who do I have to complain to about the catering table conditions? Dust bunnies are not a cute accessory to a cupcake, no matter where in the world you are.

Celeste: Eating dirt didn't stop you from getting into bed with Mickey Carroll, and his filthy...

Mercedes: Oh? Says the woman who has done only God knows what with a guy that somehow smells strongly of sandalwood and scrotum cheese.

Dax: Your mom smells like sandalwood and scrotum cheese!

Mercedes: MY MOTHER WAS A SAINT!

Dax raises his hand in the air for a high five, to which Celeste half-heartedly returns. The two stand united in front of Mercedes, who looks right at Dax and snickers. She steps right up to Celeste, looking her up and down as they stare silently for a moment.

Mercedes: You know, C? You might have everyone else fooled with your little crazy act, but I can play crazy too, if I want. Either way, I'm not scared of you, Peaches.

Celeste: Well, that sucks for you, because you should be. If our history wasn't enough for you, then maybe I should teach you all over again, since Mean Girls aren't know for their intellect...

Celeste smiles, tauntingly as she reaches down and takes a small bit of cream from the top of the cupcake on the tip of her finger. Then, taking it a step further, she presses it on the tip of Mercedes' nose, making a "Boop" noise as they are practically chest to chest. Dax kneels down, studying it as he slowly nods his head, mouthing "Allll-riiiiight...". The audience chuckles at this, but Mercedes doesn't seem to find it nearly as amusing. She wipes the dot off of her nose, and then without warning, she slams it right into Celeste's face, flinging the cake and icing from his fingers as she waves Celeste on. Celeste charges at her, and the two topple to the floor, fighting it out like dudes as they hammer away at one another with fists of fury. The audience cheers until Mickey Carroll comes out of nowhere, tackling Dax to the ground. The men and the women roll around on top of each other respectively, as they jockey for control. However, there is no clear winner as the fight rages on until referees come in to break it up once more. Mickey is on top of Dax, nailing him with bare knuckles to the skull.

Mickey: Apparently I didn't do the job the first time around, but no Carroll is ever known as a quitter...

Mickey fights off the referees as he continues to bash Dax in the face as they are pulled apart. He is tossed next to Mercedes, who is covered in icing, as Celeste tries to get around Jasmine and Jacob, her nails extended like cat claws. Dax stands up, a fire in his eyes like we've never seen before as he wraps his arms around Celeste to hold her back.

Adams: And the Sunday Night War rages on as the ladies now get involved. This is the third altercation where the referees have struggled to get things in order.

Simone: Until the bosses kick these guys out of the arena, this will not be over.


The scene opens backstage, where we see Amy, Joey and Joshua sitting in catering, where they catch up with what each person has been doing plus talking about Joshua upcoming match against Ben Jordan. Amy stands to her feet and momentarily excuses herself as she then heads down the corridor but she is soon stopped by Scott Oliver.

Scott: "Hey Amy... can i have a few words with?"

Amy frowns for a moment...

Amy: "Uh sure. Though I don't know what you want to know."

Amy shrugs.

Scott: "Well how about your match last week against Jessie.... and up and coming one next week."

Amy: "Why should I give away my thoughts and opinions now? I want the element of surprise etc... But I can divulge in one snippet of info. I am going to win again and make it two nil. Now if you excuse me nature calls."

Amy smiles before turning and leaving and heading to the restroom. The scene soon fades out as Scott Oliver finishes before walking off to find his next scoop.


"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans.

Justin: Our next contest at Climax Control is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making his way to ringside! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and twenty seven pounds -- "SCW's Nightmare" Joshua Acquin!

Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.

Simone: Joshua Acquin, two-time World Tag Team Champion, ready to step into the ring against one of the most popular men in the sport, "the Cockney King" Ben Jordan.

Adams: And Joshua doesn't give a flip whether Ben is popular or not. He'll put him on the shelf if he has to in order to win this match.

Justin: And his opponent...!

The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in.

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

Justin: Making his way down the aisle! From London, England, weighing 220 pounds -- Ben Jordan!

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

Adams: Will you look at the way Joshua Acquin is looking at Ben Jordan? Like he wanted someone else rather than 'the Cockney King' in this matchup!

Simone: Joshua Acquin wanted competition in SCW, and he has it in this man right here. Like Acquin, Ben is also a former two-time Tag Team Champion as well as a Triple Crown winner in ACW.

Adams: And it's high time he struck out on his own for a taste of the SCW spotlight.

Jasmine St. John calls both men to the center of the ring for last minute instructions. Ben holds his hand out to shake Joshua's, but Acquin sneers at him and turns away. Ben shrugs and turns to walk back to his own corner -- when Acquin suddenly charges up from behind and attacks him before the bell!

Adams: And THAT'S what Joshua Acquin is willing to do to beat Ben Jordan!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Ben is driven hard into the corner where Acquin throws a hammering forearm blow into his back, then spins him around and strikes with a knife edge chop across the pectorals. Acquin then sends him into the neutral corner and comes racing in, but Ben brings a boot up at the last minute and greets Joshua right in the mush!

Simone: Acquin is down!

Adams: I hope he has a good dental plan! Those are some big boots Ben has -- say, you know what they say about blokes with big feet.

Simone: The match has barely started and you're at the puns already!

Ben quickly pulls the surprised Acquin to his feet and delivers three sharp kicks to his midsection before sending him into the ropes at top speed and connects with a flying forearm smash! Ben dives on top of him for the immediate cover!

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But Acquin kicks out straight away!

Simone: Far too soon for a cover.

Adams: But as long as he was down, why not try?

Joshua uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and Ben grabs him in a rear waistlock for a rollup, but Joshua hangs onto the ropes and Ben falls back to the mat. Ben then kips up as Joshua turns around and the Cockney King clotheslines his opponent clear put of the ring, over the top rope!

Adams: Ouch! Joshua's head hit the barricade from that fall!

Simone: And give Ben credit. He's not going out after him to deliver more damage.

Ben backed off as per Jasmine's demands, hands held up, as Acquin starts to rise on the outside. Jasmine is counting against the man...

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Joshua climbs up onto the apron and Ben comes in after him, only for Acquin to greet him with a high right kick to the head, staggering him! Joshua then grabs him and bends him backwards over the top rope and drops to the apron, Hot Shotting Ben Jordan across the top rope!

Adams: Oh bloody...! Did you see the way Ben's neck and back bent?

Ben falls forward to his hands and knees, and Acquin grabs the top rope and sling shots himself back inside, dropping a guillotine legdrop across the back of Ben's head and neck! Acquin rolls him over onto his back and covers him, hooking the leg.

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2.....
Ben gets his shoulder up.

Simone: Already Joshua Acquin is working on the head and neck of Ben Jordan. Possibly setting him up for the Nightmare...

Adams: or Nightmare 2!

Joshua grabs Ben and drags him over to the ropes and rakes his handsome face across the rope, Ben yelling out in sharp pain from the rope burn! Ben staggers around, holding his face, and Acquin delivers a kidney punch, then snapmares him over into a seated position and comes off the ropes with a diving clothesline to the back of the head! Joshua with a second cover!

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Ben kicks out!

Joshua then sits behind Ben and wraps his head in a Figure 4 Headscissors, twisting his neck in a painful position.

Simone: One has to wonder if Ben's focus on tag team wrestling and time away recently may be costing him.

Joshua grabs Ben and goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Ben reverses it. Ben goes for a clothesline but Acquin blocks the blow, then turns it around and into a Falling Neckbreaker! Acquin with his third straight cover!

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Ben kicks out!

Adams: Acquin can't keep Ben down yet!

Clearly frustrated, Joshua drapes Ben's throat over the middle rope and starts choking him viciously as Jasmine counts against him...

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Before he can be disqualified, Joshua breaks. He runs into the ropes and rebounds, leaping to land on Jordan's back -- but Ben moves and Acquin goes right through the ropes and crash lands on the floor, much to the fans' delight!

Simone: Joshua Acquin telegraphed that move! The veteran Ben Jordan saw that coming a mile away!

The crowd is cheering, rallying behind Ben who is shaking off Acquin's earlier assault. Joshua slowly returns to his feet, and before Jasmine can intervene, Ben sails through the ropes and crashes right into Acquin with a suicide dive to the outside!

Simone: Ben Jordan just wiped out Joshua Acquin!

Adams: And himself!

Ben and Joshua both lie on the ringside floor as Jasmine counts them out!

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Ben is up first and he grabs Acquin and rolls him back inside of the ring, following in right after. Ben pulls Acquin up to his feet and Joshua quickly throws a right hand but Ben blocks it and strikes out with a right of his own, staggering his opponent. Ben grabs his arm and goes to send him into the far corner but Acquin reverses it. ben hits the corner and comes charging out and clotheslines Joshua down! The fans cheer as Joshua returns to his feet and Ben clotheslines him down a second time!

Adams: These rough matches probably remind Ben of a night at the Pitbull and Hammer!

Jason looks into the camera.

Adams: Look it up!

Joshua pulls himself to his feet and Ben encircles his arms around Acquin's body and brings him over with a belly to belly suplex and immediate cover!

1.....
2.....
Joshua kicks out!

Simone: Close, but there's still plenty of fight left in Joshua Acquin!

Ben reaches down and grabs Acquin's leg and steps inside, turning around and trapping his foe in the Figure 4!

Adams: Forget the pin! Ben is trying for a submission!

Simone: And like a true ring tactician, he's been working on several parts of the body to wear Joshua Acquin down!

Joshua is thrashing about on the mat, yelling in pain as he refuses to submit! He sits up and reaches for Ben, but Ben clobbers him with a wide swing, knocking him flat back once again! Ben then props his hands back onto the mat and arches his back into a bridge, turning the Figure 4 into a Figure 8, adding even MORE pressure on Acquin's legs!

Adams: Oh I bet Evie Baang and Jamie Dean are just LOVING that shot!

But before Ben can possibly force a tap out, Acquin manages to reach the ropes! Jasmine calls for the break and ever the gentleman, Ben obliges and reluctantly lets Joshua go. Joshua scrambles back into the corner to pull himself up, and Ben starts in after him but as Jasmine turns to try and fend him off, Acquin sneaks in a poke to the eye.

Simone: Cheap tactics on the part of Joshua Acquin. He'll do anything to win!

Ben staggers back, holding his eyes, and Acquin sweeps his legs out from under him and jackknifes him with his feet on the ropes for added leverage!

Adams: Jasmine! Heads up!

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Jasmine spots the infraction and stops counting!

Simone: The senior referee stops Joshua Acquin from stealing one.

Acquin stands up and gets in Jasmine's face, yelling at her about not counting the pin and she yells right back at his attempt to use the ropes. Joshua sticks a finger in her face but Jasmine slaps it away!

Adams: Careful now!

Ben rises and Acquin sees it and quickly connects with a side kick to the stomach, doubling the Cockney King over. Acquin then drops him with a facebreaker knee smash, then comes off the ropes with a running clothesline! Joshua with another cover and a handful of tights!

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Ben kicks out!

Simone: Even that illegal grab of the tights could not keep Ben Jordan down!

Acquin pounds the mat with his fists, anger evident on his face. He gets to his feet and starts to stomp a mudhole in Ben, then drags him to his feet. Acquin sends Ben into the ropes, but Ben jumps onto the middle rope and spring boards back into a clothesline!

Simone: Acquin tried to get out of the way of that but wasn't quick enough!

Both Ben and Joshua slowly get to their knees and they begin trading blows right there on the mat, exchanging rights to the head until Ben switches tactics and grabs Joshua by the head and headbutts him right between the eyes! Ben gets to his feet and sends Acquin into the far corner and races in after him -- Acquin tries a back leapfrog, but Ben puts on the brakes and Joshua ends up on Ben's shoulders!

Adams: Uhhh ohhh!

And Ben shows some natural strength, hopping Acquin off and grabs him in a dead lift German suplex and bridge!

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2.....
Acquin gets a shoulder up!

Adams: Another kick out!

Simone: I'm starting to wonder if Ben himself is getting frustrated!

Ben, hands on hips, shakes his head before moving in for Joshua who quickly grabs him by the trunks and pulls him down into the corner, Ben's face connecting with the middle turnbuckle. Acquin grabs him in a rear waistlock and rolls him back into an O'Connor roll -- and grabs the ropes with both hands!

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3 - NO! Jasmine again sees it and stops the count!

The referee gets up and orders Acquin to let go but he refuses and she responds by kicking his hands off the ropes! This topples Joshua backwards and Ben reverses it into his own O'Connor roll!

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Joshua kicks out!

Both men are up and Joshua swings for a clothesline but Ben ducks! Joshua turns around and Ben doubles him over with a boot to the midsection! Ben then sets him up for a Lungblower powerbomb!

Simone: That Hardta Hurt!

Adams: Well DUH!

Ben covers Joshua and hooks the leg and the fans count along!

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3!

The bell rings and Jasmine holds Ben's arm up high!

Justin: Here is your winner -- 'the Cockney King' Ben Jordan!

The fans cheer as ben hops up into the corner with arms raised!

Simone: And Ben's first foray back into singles competition is done so successfully!

Adams: Who knows? Maybe Ben will be next to challenge for some singles gold.


A soft whistling can be heard from the men's bathroom as the camera view spies Sam Marlowe with her hair pulled up in a high curling ponytail and coveralls that are open to reveal a slight view of Betty Boop. On her hands, the rather gaudy and big black rubber gloves protect her hands as she works away cleaning the last stall of the washroom. Suddenly the door can be heard to open as Scott Oliver strides into the washroom and moves towards the urinals. The sound of a zipper can be heard as Sam stands up as she peels off a glove and quickly hides her eyes as she faces away from Scott who is leaning with one hand against the damp wall over the urinal, his eyes closed as the sound of water splashing can be heard.

Scott Oliver: Ahhh...AHHHH!!!

Scott's eyes open to spy Sam Marlowe with her back to him in the mirror over the urinal. Erratic splashes can be heard as well as muttered curses as he tries to cover himself and finish with his business.

Sam: I am sooo sorry Scott...I think I will just leave you to finish up...

Sam starts to move towards the door but the sound of more men in the other room can be heard. Letting her head fall slightly but still keeping her eyes covered, she moves towards the walled in shower stall. Scott Oliver can be heard to zip up his pants then move to the sink as he calls out to Sam over the running water as he washes his hands.

Scott Oliver: I don't know what you are doing in here Sammi but lemme just say, you missed a spot...

Sam: Thanks Scott...I'll get it when you leave.

Scott Oliver: You're welcome, anything else I can do for you?

Sam shakes her head, her hand still hiding her eyes as she tries to not look around..

Sam: If you wouldn't mind kind of warning people not to come in here...put up a cleaning sign or something?

Scott Oliver : You got it Sam! And again...just letting you know, you missed a spot over by the urinal there.

Sam nods as she waves her glove covered hand at Scott who waves back. He moves to pull the door open and then with a smile, he calls out to whomever was in the locker room as Sam slowly lowers her hand from her eyes.

Scott Oliver: Dudes...You DO NOT want to go in there! We got a GIRL in our bathroom!! We're gonna get a clean bathroom just like the Bombshells have...FINALLY!

Sam lets her head drop as she smacks her forehead at Scott's comments as he leaves the bathroom.


Holly Wood, Drew Patton, and Jacob Summers stand behind Head Referee Jasmine St. John as she looks right at Christian Underwood, pointing at him as she all but screams in his face. He purses his lips as he listens to every word that she says.

Jasmine: We've done everything in our power to make sure that these five guys, and now two ladies, have stopped fighting, but they are at each other's damn throats! We can't control it anymore!

Christian: And where is Scott Oliver in all of this? Isn't he supposed to be helping you?

Jasmine: He's as useless as tits on a boar! He's barely competent to handle a microphone, let alone break up a fight. We NEED the security team to break this apart, because none of these damn fools has any respect for authority.

Christian lets out a soft chuckle as he takes two steps outside of his office. The referees stand united in a line as Christian looks at all four of them. Christian pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

Christian: There have been some budget cuts due to certain extenuating circumstances, like my new summer home in Aruba... Now, what I'm hearing is that you can't fulfill the duties of your job, and that doesn't sit well with me right now.

Holly: Aw hell no!

Jasmine: WE? We can't do our job? Our job is to call matches, not play babysitter to these inflated egos.

Christian: YOUR job is to maintain order, inside of the ring, and out, Ms. St. John, and I use that term very lightly...

Jasmine goes to speak, just as Andrew Garcia spears Mickey Carroll through them, and inside of Christian's office. The two men collide against the desk, and begin brawling back and forth, until Mickey grabs a coffee mug from the desk and smashes it against Andrew's head. Giani comes crashing through the door as Christian steps out of the way, dragging Ivan Darrell and Dax Beckett with him as he tries to fight both men off. However, they don't give up as they lift him up and drop the big man on top of Christian's desk, crushing his laptop in the process. Christian is livid as he looks at the referees and points to the mayhem going on inside of his office.

Christian: Get in there and do your damn jobs!

Jasmine: Managing the company is your job, Mr. Underwood... and I use that term VERRRRRY lightly...

The referees walk away from the brawl as a chunk of laptop flies past his head. He growls as he looks at all of the referees in anger.

Christian: I'll have all of your jobs for this one!

Dax Beckett flies right into Christian, nearly knocking over the boss by mistake. Christian gives him a hard nudge back into his office. Christian steps in the doorframe and his eyes flare open as he sees the state of his office, and the trickles of blood everywhere.

Christian: Stop this right now! This isn't the first time I've taken on five guys in my office at once!


Going backstage from the action the camera fades in on Ryan Keys and Remi walking for a bit among themselves. Both weren't booked but for some reason they were there. Ryan it itching to get inside that ring, much to the displeasure of Remi. He's not 100% cleared and his injuries are clearly visible. The man can't walk more than ten steps before stopping, his neck injury gives him discomfort as he talk and a slow frustration is starting to build inside of him. He's dressed up for a change in some ripped black denim jeans,and a long sleeve white shirt with some 'Key"Logos on it. That white bandage around his neck is still very visible.

Ryan: Rem, I'm fine... I went to see the medic on staff tonight. He says that I don't look too bad. Surprised to see me fully clothed even. So, want to tell me why you're here?

Ryan's arm is around her for support as they stop near a few wire crates. His cold blue eyes scan around the area as he is looking around for anyone.. Possibly Shipman. Controlling himself he looks in pain when he moves his head to look down at Remi. She looks at him, eyeing him a bit as if she didn't trust what he was saying.

Remi: I'm here, with you. You were so insistent on coming instead of staying home and resting and I couldn't just let you come by yourself.

She sighs before motioning for him to lean against the wall.

Remi: I don't think missing one Climax Control is going to hurt you, Ry.

She looks up at him before tugging at her short jean shorts that she'd paired with a graphic tee with Stitch on the front of it. Rubbing her back Ryan slowly leans against the wall and breathes. She was right in some ways, but his head was somewhere else.

Ryan: No, but sitting on my ass all day might. You know how I get, I need to be doing something all the time.

He pokes at the bandages around his neck and looks uncomfortable as he stretches the collar on his shirt. He was at Climax Control, he should be geared up and ready to fight. Not backstage.

Ryan: I know you're worried, but that's why I sent you all those videos of dogs to calm you down. We didn't find one just yet.

He's trying to change the conversation. His eyes are still darting around, looking almost paranoid about whomever could be around. After that brutal match he's been like this.

Remi: No, we didn't. And there's other things that we could have been doing that didn't involve sitting on your ass. Well, one could..

She smirks a bit before stopping herself from continuing that sentence, not wanting to get on Hot Stuff Mark Ward's bad side any worse than before.

Remi: I think it's reckless being here with everything you went through and with that maniac running around. He could make everything worse, Ryan!

She looks at him before grabbing his hands to keep him from poking and prodding the bandages. She was trying to reason with him the best she could.

Ryan: I know.... I know.. I just wanted to be here so... so I'm still part of this place. Besides I gotta let people know that I'm not dead.You already know I'm physically capable of doing things.

The footage he saw if his last match left him horrified. Most of it was cut off but he still saw himself lifeless. Breathing slowly he grips at Remi's hands and calms down a little, focusing his eyes on her. No point in making her worry more.

Ryan: We'll just stick around for a bit. I grabbed... well, borrowed some supplies from the medical staff so we're good on those for a while with the whole, no hospitals thing.

He smiles and rubs his thumbs over Remi's soft hands. Ryan really appreciates what she did for him. She didn't look enthused about staying because she knew that she'd be more worried than what she needed to be.

Remi: I still don't see why you want to be here, Ry. Even if you missed just this one, you'd still be apart of SCW. Everybody loves you; I see it on Twitter all the time.

She smirks to herself.

Remi: Of course, when I get to see other stuff on Twitter other than our...

She moves her eyes up, trying to think of a proper term to use or one that might not be so risque to say on television. She leans up on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear.

Remi: Sexcapades.

She giggles before standing back on her flat feet and looking at him again. She takes a deep breath.

Remi: We can go look for a puppy now. I'm sure there's a golden retriever puppy out there waiting for me to come get it...

She grins at him. Ryan nods and thinks it's a good idea. Nothing much to do around here. Grunting as he steps away from the wall he still supports himself on Remi a bit.

Ryan: Alright, let me just say hi to a few people and we can go find a pup. I still liked the one i sent you in the video.

He smiles and hold Remi's hand while making an attempt to walk. Listening to someone at the end of the corridor he knows that it's the male locker room so he quickens the pace a bit. Looking around he stops and looks for another way around.

Ryan: Let's cut through catering... maybe grab something before we go.

Dead ahead was the SCW roulette wheel and Ryan didn't want to go up to it just yet, he wasn't ready. Turning around he hold Remi closer as they walk away, he gives her a few compliments on her hair just when the camera fades out.


Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under street fight rules!!! And if James Tuscini would to lose to Xander Bishop, he has agreed to drop his Roulette title rematch clause!!!

The crowd erupts, enticipating a gruelling street fight between these two SCW superstars.

No More Mister Nice Guy by Alice Cooper begins to play as the lights in the arena go dark. We watch as red, white, and green, spotlights flash around the entrance area. We see James Tuscini, along with his Uncle Pinky del Ferrando, who doubles as his Manager, step out from the backstage area and James plays the crowd by waving and flexing his muscles. James and Pinky make their way across the landing and then they head down the ramp to the wrestling ring. Along the way James acknowledges the crowd by giving high fives and shaking hands while Uncle Pinky flirts with the older ring rats. When James and Pinky arrive at the ring James climbs up the ring steps, then he walks along the ring apron, then he ducks through the ropes into the ring where he makes a trip around the ring to play the crowd some more before settling into a corner to await the start of the match. His Manager, Pinky del Ferrando, takes a chair at ringside.

Justin: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 240 pounds!! Hailing from San Francisco, California!! James Tuscini!!!

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 fitted or 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 basketball shoes (either Nike SB Dunks, Air Jordan Is, High Top Air Force Ones or Chuck Taylors) matching the motif of his attire.

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 boo's, 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 (viva The Rock) 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 non-support for him as he stares down his opponent.

The bell has rang as the two men circle each other. We can see Bishop clap his hands as he tries to get the fans into it as James Tuscini just uses a smirk laugh against his opponent as Tuscini gets in the face of Bishop. The two start jaw yapping against each other before Bishop delivers a big time slap across the face of Tuscini. Causing the former two time roulette champion to stagger a few steps backwards before attempting to do the same against Bishop, but the newcomer surprises Tuscini with a dropkick. That sends Tuscini in the ropes as Bishop charges in on him with a running clothesline that sends both men over the top rope. Tuscini lands on the outside as Bishop lands sitting down on the ring apron before grinning at the fans as he quickly gets off the ring apron and grabs Tuscini by the head.

Simone: So far it is Bishop that has the edge over Tuscini, surprising him with some fast action

Adams: True, but you cannot underestimate the resilliance of Tuscini!

Bishop has Tuscini by the head as he pulls him up to his feet, but gets surprised by Tuscini who wraps his arms around his waist and pushes his spine hard against the ring apron before following it up with an Irish Whip into the steel security railing before dropping Bishop hard into the audience with a running lariat. Tuscini doesn't take time as he follows Bishop into the crowd, where he grabs a glass of coke and takes a sip from it before spitting it in the eyes of Bishop who has turned around to face Tuscini. Causing him to wipe his hands in his face, trying to wipe it away. Causing Tuscini to grab him by the head and bash him into the steel security again with his spine before running towards him. Driving him into the security railing as that collapses on the concrete due to the impact of the blow. Bishop is grimacing in pain as he holds on to his lower back as Tuscini is slowly getting to his feet. Grabbing Xander by the head as he drags him towards to the steel ring steps, setting him up to bash his head into the steps as Bishop drives an elbow into his midsection as he follows it up with bashing Tuscini face first into the steel steps. Causing Tuscini to fall backwards as Bishop finally manages to clear his eyes before grabbing Tuscini and bashes him face first into the steel ring post before grabbing a steel chair and sets it up at the ring side area before grabbing Tuscini and sets Tuscini up for a Snap Suplex and drops the former Roulette champion hard on the chair as Tuscini hits the chair with his hip. Causing him to roll around in pain while holding on to his hip as Bishop gets up and looks around the crowd before grabbing Tuscini and rolls him in the ring.

Adams: He's going for the cover!!

Jacob: One! Two!!

Tuscini manages to get his shoulder up in time, his face shows a painful grimace as Xander slides out of the ring and looks around to see if he can find a weapon to work on Tuscini as he suddenly finds a stop sign. Causing him to grin as he stares at Tuscini for a moment before turning his focus back on the sign. He slides it in the ring as he follows it a few moments later, only to be dropped to the canvas by a Tuscini elbow drop to the back of Bishop. He then grabs the head of Bishop and bashes it into the stop sign on the canvas before grabbing it and placing it in the corner of the ring. He then grabs Xander and sets him up for a catapult into the corner and straight into the stop sign as he takes enough distance from it.

Simone: This is going to be painful for the already hurt face of Bishop!!!

Tuscini drops backwards, causing Bishop to be flown into the corner of the ring and hits his head into the stop sign. Tuscini immediately rolls him up for a three count as Jacob Summers starts the count.

Jacob: One!! Two!! Thr...

Bishop manages to get his shoulder up in time, causing Tuscini to look up at Jacob Summers with a questionable look on his face. Jacob shows him that it is merely a count of two and that the match needs to continue. Tuscini is irate, but turns his attention back to Bishop as he grabs him by the head and starts to pound away with a closed right fist into the side of Bishop's head while Jacob Summers can only look on and do nothing.

Adams: I haven't seen this vicious side of Tuscini before!! He is going to beat down Xander Bishop if he has his way!!

James looks at the fans for a few moments, grinning as he sees the blood come out of the eyebrow on the right side of Bishop's face before lifting him up and locking him in a Dragon Sleeper type hold before lifting him up in the air before going for a modified back suplex.

Adams: Here we go!!

Simone: No!!!

Somehow we see Bishop manage to free himself as he is being lifted up high in the air and lands behind Tuscini before dropping the former Roulette champion with a reversed neckbreaker as both men are spend on the canvas as Jacob looks on and checks on both men to see if they are capable to continue the match. We can see both Bishop and Tuscini slowly stir as they are trying to get back to their feet as they are reaching for the ropes. Bishop is to his feet moments before Tuscini is and awaits him to turn around as he executes a springboard clothesline off the ropes as that knocks down Tuscini. Bishop jumps to his feet from the canvas and can feel that the match is turning his way again. He turns his attention to the crowd as he is doing his "Poppin Off Records"gesture. This causing some mixed reactions from the fans as the newcomer looks to set Tuscini up for a finish against Tuscini. James slowly starts to stir as he gets back to his feet, only to be locked in Cobra Clutch hold by Bishop.

Simone: "Bishop's Crozier!!!!"

Bishop lifts Tuscini up from the Cobra Clutch hold that he had on him and drops the former Roulette champion with a Sitout Side Slam and goes for the cover.

Jacob: One!! Two!! Three!!!

Jacob's sit up from the pinning position that he had on Tuscini, grabbing his head in his hands for a few moments before letting go as his face show a huge grin.

Justin: The winner of this Street Fight!!! Xander Bishop!!!!

Simone: HE DID IT!! He beat James Tuscini!!!

Adams: Sure did!! As well as Tuscini has lost the Roulette title rematch clause that he himself put up on the line in this match!!! How is the member of the Unholy Alliance going to react upon this???

We can see Bishop slide out of the ring as he walks to the back while staring down at James Tuscini, who is pounding on the canvas. Realizing that he just lost his rematch clause that he had for the Roulette championship belt

Adams: Don't want to be the one that will be Tuscini's next opponent!!


Los Angeles, Ca.
Robert F. Kennedy Medical Center

We see Alana standing at a podium having just been introduced. She looks every bit the CEO in her business attire. One of the conference rooms of the medical center is completely full of onlookers and members of the local community and the press. Gathered around her and just behind her. They are all wearing black jeans and black t-shirts that read "Black Lives Matter" in large white letters. Orchid has her championship around her waist from LAW, Song has her title over her shoulder while next to her is Jon Dough and next to him is Eyesnsane with one title around his waist and the other over his shoulder.

Alana: As you know we are The Elders, wrestling's premier stable. At my side are my friends, hell really my family and we are representing Master Wong's dojo. We felt the need to come here today to try and do our part. This is deeper than just a charitable contribution or some kind of public relations stunt. We are here to both shed light and get more people talking about a problem and to help be part of the solution. Violence is not just isolated to one or two communities or even cities, it has become an epidemic a disease if you will that has taken root and spread across the United States. This medical center stands on the front lines and has seen more than it's fair share of the victims of senseless crime and unadulterated violence. Now I would be remiss to just write this off as a black community problem, when the fact is. This is a humanity problem.

Eyesnsane steps up next to Alana with a troubled look on his face almost as if he is sick. He abruptly moves her out of the way while handing her the title that was over his shoulder.

Eyesnsane: I have words to say that I hope do not fall on deaf ears. You see we and when I say we I mean people, I mean humans don't damn get it. I'm from one of the most violent cities in this country. A city that is both beautiful when it's not winter time and a place compared to a third world country war zone. Social media is a horrible thing because it perpetuates our differences. Just think about this shirt I have on. Black lives matter is what it says and from it sprang blue lives matter and all lives matter and while everybody wears their shirt or jersey if you will of choice the focus becomes less on the problems and more on the who gets to be right aspect. When the sad damn truth is that all sides are wrong. As your self here in the United States of America. The quote country that leads the world these shirts were even made in the first place. This is a country where immigrants landed and found people already here living and thriving. So what occurred, one may think that the new people would have worked to find ways to live and coexist with the people who were here already. Yet history teaches us at this point that people can be downright evil. In that example you had people leaving a country they felt was unjust and unfair to set out and create something better. Yet as a result those natives are nearly extinct today. As opposed to peace and working together extinction seemed a better way to go about it. One could argue it was an industrious people who migrated to this land all those years ago, but then again those people did not see the pride in building a nation on their own, they wanted slaves to do it for them. Countless lives and cultures were lost and destroyed by a few people for their own self centered gain.

Eyesnsane pauses for a moment as there is a stark silence throughout the crowded room.

Eyesnsane: This country has a cold and cruel history that as far as I can see has yet to be learned from. How is it today you still have Native Americans fighting for the sanctity and purity of what little land they were allowed to have after nearly becoming extinct? How is it that communities like black Wall Street were destroyed by the government, but inner city slums and ghettos are perpetuated for the benefit of real estate moguls who wait on the value to drop, move in and by low and then systematically increase prices to move out the already disadvantaged peoples in those areas just to then rebuild, refurbish, and re rent or sell to the more affluent.

A tear streams down the right eye of Eyesnsane as he continues.

Eyesnsane: Today we have to reconcile the fact that we live in a country where most of us are surrounded by people who just don't give a damn. People are quicker to take out their phone and go live then they are to call 911 for a person who needs help. People are quick to play the game of who is right and who is wrong while missing the entire damn point of what's going on. No matter the cause or start the fact remains that racism is real and still a problem in this country to this day and as I look at it I see a bunch of adults too damn scared to acknowledge it and then come together to fix it. Damn it we know what the problems are. We know there are too many minorities dying in what is supposed to be police custody and care. Just like we know that there is way too much proximity crime of persons killing persons they live by. The point is this, it should not take the second coming of God for us to look to the left and look to the right and simply see human beings. It should not take an alien invasion to make us all really no longer see race and color and those things that make us different from one another. We should aspire to be better, as individuals, as a country, and most importantly as human damn beings. Because a simple fact remains. If a big enough rock in space comes and slams into this planet we are all going to die together and at the same time regardless of race, creed, religion, or sexuality. We the human race have been failing, we've been failing for years to realize that we would be some much more advanced if we could only realize that we are all on the same damn team. There is no red or blue, no republican no democrat or otherwise. We are humans and helping the least of us and the weakest of us will only serve to make us all that much stronger.

Eyesnsane steps back to where he was behind Alana and Orchid immediately gives him a hug. As Alana steps back up to the podium.

Alana: Well said. With that ladies and gentlemen I am pleased to announce that our dojo has kickstarted funding for twelve after school programs not just here in in LA but in various inner cities throughout the country. Tutoring, chess, and other various activities will be offered, light snacks and meals will be provided and this will not be at a cost to the parents or the schools. The only requirement is that the children be in school actively and maintain perfect to near perfect attendance. We want children to know that if they are willing to try, we are more than willing to help them succeed however we can.

The room bursts into cheers and many in the room stand up and clap. The Elders stand side by side behind the platform for a moment before they turn and walk behind a nearby curtain leaving sight of the crowd.


We move backstage to find one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Song, standing in front of an RC Cola vending machine, holding a can in her hand. She makes sure to show off the cool condensation of the can before popping the top. She takes a slow drink, savoring every bit of taste as she steps forward.

Song: Hello SCW fans. Song here. I am just wondering where my RC Cola partner in crime could be, as the next segment is brought to you by... you guessed it, RC Cola!

Off in the distance, she can hear Dax Beckett yelling, and she breathes a sigh of relief. She begins walking in the direction of the yelling, as Dax stumbles from around a corner. His shirt is torn, and his lip is bleeding slightly as his sweaty body splats against the wall. He hugs onto it, breathing heavily.

Song: Dax?! Did you forget about our sponsored segment for this week? Let's get you cleaned up, and a nice, refreshing can of RC Cola in your hand.

Dax tries to catch his breath to respond to Song, but he finds it very hard. He pushes himself off of the wall slightly as his hair hangs down over part of his face, and his beard is a puffy mess. Song walks to the machine to retrieve a can, and as she turns around, she watches Mickey Carroll crash right into him with a steel trash can lid. He spins around, somehow finding a way to grab onto the can of cola. However, Mickey smashes the lid against his back, and he stumbles forward, spilling some. Song looks at the situation for a moment, pursing her lips as she thinks about it. She shakes her head.

Song: Nope...

Song slowly exits the scene as Mickey slams the lid against Dax's back. Dax falls into the wall again, turning around to recompose himself. Mickey swings the lid once more, but Dax ducks under it. As Mickey turns around for the rebound, Dax grabs the top of Mickey's head, and jumps up to smash a knee into his face. As Mickey drops the lid and falls to one knee, Dax grabs the back of his hair and pulls his head back. He spills the can of soda over Mickey's face, causing it to bubble up in his eyes and on the minor cuts on his face. Mickey shouts out in pain as he blindly swings. Dax looks to the camera as he takes one last sip from the can.

Dax: Be free. Drink RC!

Giani comes running up behind Dax, and grabs his shoulders as he flings him into the RC machine with such force that Dax flips in mid air, landing with his back on the machine, and his head on the ground. Sodas begin to fall out of the machine, and Giani picks them up, shaking them as he stares down the hall with urgency. Ivan Darrell and Andrew Garcia catch up to the mayhem, as Giani chucks cans at them, causing them to explode nearby. Mickey crawls up Giani's side, finding his footing as he blinks to regain his sight. Garcia and Darrell charge at Bad Boys, who sidestep them, tossing them through the Bombshell Locker Room door. They follow after, but quickly get tripped up by the duo. All four men sprawl out on the ground as they struggle to regain their footing. Standing at the head of all of this, Alexis Edwards watches on with an eyebrow raised.

Alexis: I'm guessing illiteracy isn't the problem here, so what is the problem? Get out!

Holly: I don't know about all that, Lexi. I'm gonna go get the baby oil.

Alexis: First off, gross! And secondly, you get out of here, too!

Holly: Damn, Xena. Five G's. Good gawd gurl, get...

Alexis: ... the hell out of here!

Holly slowly nods her head as she eyes up all four guys, and the fifth one crawling through the doorway. She looks Dax up and down, biting her bottom lip as she reaches down and slaps his backside firmly.

Holly: Go get 'em, tiger...

This must be the motivation that Dax needs as he leaps up and collapses on top of Giani, hammering away with lefts and rights at him. Mickey kicks at Ivan and Andrew, trying to stave them off so that he can get to his feet. Andrew charges at Mickey, driving him through a door leading to the actual locker area of the room, and Ivan drags him to his feet. He brings Mickey toward the sinks where Diamond of The Fallen is seen working on a potion. Ivan grabs Mickey by the back of the head and smashes his face off of the mirror. He goes to break it this time, and Mickey bashes an elbow into his face, and struggles to dunk his face into the potion.

Before Mickey can succeed, Andrew comes up behind and dunks Mickey's head in the liquid, causing steam to rise as he tries his best to fight it. Eventually he is able to come up, and he trips Andrew up, hitting his chin on the sink as Diamond jumps back. Dax gets tossed off of Giani who rolls to his feet, Irish Whipping him toward one of the shower stalls. As he comes crashing through, Jessie Salco is seen holding onto the curtain to hide her body from the camera.

Jessie: What the hell are you doing?! Can't a girl take a shower in privacy around here?!

Giani: Like it's the first time you been in a shower with a couple uh dudes...

Without warning, Jessie smacks Giani into next week as he spins around. This gives Dax an opening, before giving a quiet apology to Jessie for the intrusion. He leaps into the air with a flying punch that sends Giani toppling backward. The five guys roll into one another, trading punches at anything that moves. Celeste North and Alexis decide to get in on the action as they spray baby oil into the fray, laughing at the slippery results. However, they don't care as they slip and stumble out of the Bombshell Locker Room.

Simone: We have to come back out to the ring for the next match, but we will be sure to catch up with this afterward!

Adams: Why is baby oil so funny? I don't get it...


Justin Decent moves into the ring and looks over the fans.

Justin: The following contest is a non-title tag team match and introducing first...

The arena goes dark as a strange symbol appears on the screen with two empty lines underneath. As the song "Karate" begins to play, the symbol will start to blink. With each blink, two letters will fill the blanks. Before the first words are sung, flood lights will shine down on the stage as Zuri Chastain and Belinda Warwick step out onto the stage. They are soon followed by Blanca Chastain and Lady Marsden. All four ladies take a moment to look around their new surroundings before making their way down the ramp.

Justin: Making their way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring by Lady Marsden and Blanca Chastain, at a total combined weight of three hundred and forty one pounds, they are the team of Belinda Warwick and the "Masked Vigilante" Zuri Chastain.....the Justice League.

Marsden and Blanca stops at the bottom of the ramp as Zuri slides into the ring. Belinda pulls herself up onto the ring apron before entering the ring. Zuri saunters over towards the corner before leaping up onto the second turnbuckle. She glances out among the audience while turning her head towards Belinda. Both ladies nod as the crowd just looks on. Suddenly the music changes and IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.

Justin: And their opponents, coming to the ring and a combine weight of two hundred and forty five pounds. They are two Members of the Elders first from Rock Island, IL Alana Allure...

We see Alana Allure come from behind the curtains to a crowd pop.

Justin: and her tag team partner from Foshan, China Song!

Song comes the curtain to a shower of boos. Alana pauses to wait for Song 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. Alana slides in from the bottom ropes while Song jumps on to the ring apron and then jump over the top ropes to make her way in the ring. Alana and Song each get on top of a turnbuckle. Songe raises her arms in the air to ta a mix reaction. Alana Alllure then raises her 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.

Simone: Once more these two teams meet in the ring. This time the titles aren't on the line.

Adams: Which might be a good thing for the Elders because Zuri Chastain and Belinda Warwick seem to be charged up for the match and that might be an indication that they would take the titles if they had the chance.

Simone: Well let's see what will happen because here we go.

Holly Wood signals for the bell as Belinda and Zuri discuss who is going to begin the match as Alana moves closer to the center of the ring and Song slides between the ropes and grabs the tag rope. Zuri motions for Belinda to leave the ring as she moves to meet Alana in the middle of the ring. The two women nod to each other as they lock up with a collar and elbow tie up that Alana turns into a headlock on Chastain. Zuri pushes hard on the hips of Allure that sends her into the ropes only to bounce off and drop Zuri with a shoulder block. Looking down at Chastain who looks back with intensity, Alana bounces off the opposite ropes, leaps over a flattened Zuri who quickly bounces to her feet and catches a rebounding Alana with a dropkick against her chin. Both women are able to roll quickly to their feet as Zuri crouches ready for an attack from Alana who checks her mouth and jaw. A smile from Alana has Zuri narrowing her eyes as she straightens up slightly and begins to move opposite to Alana. The two women lock up again and this time, Alana powers Zuri towards her corner where Song is standing. Alana uses a European uppercut on Chastain who tries to fight out of the corner. Song holds up her hands as Holly Wood tells Alana to let Zuri out of the corner. Alana moves off after tagging in Song. Holly Wood moves out of the way with Alana as Zuri begins to stagger out of the Elder's corner.

Simone: The Elders with the early advantage in the match. I don't think that Zuri Chastain was ready for the champions to be on the ball this early in the match.

Adams: But they are facing the Bombshell tag champions...You would think that they would be better prepared.

Simone: It is still early in the match like I said Jason so the Justice League has time to come back.

Song quickly grabs her arm and swings her violently around then hits a kick to the midsection that doubles Zuri over. Catching her head in a headlock, Song quickly tosses the arm of Zuri over her neck and sends her over with a snap suplex that has Zuri arching in pain. Song rolls quickly and pulls Chastain to the mat and makes a cover. Belinda is through the ropes and drops an elbow onto the back of Song which sends her rolling to the side holding the back of her head. Holly Wood moves to force Warwick out of the ring but Belinda shoves her off and reaches for Zuri to help her towards the Justice League's corner. Sliding between the ropes, Belinda helps Zuri to tag her in and then slides back into the ring.

Adams: Smart move by Belinda Warwick to help Zuri over to their corner.

Simone: Okay, before we go any further Jason, why is it that you can use Belinda Warwick's name correctly and you always mess up mine?

Adams: Belinda Warwick could probably hurt me more than you Belly.

Simone: Are you sure about that Jason?

Adams: Positively.

Simone: You realize that only fools are positive right?

Song looks across the ring as she gets to her feet by the ropes and then leaps up to try and catch an advancing Belinda Warwick with a moonsault from the second rope. Catching Song in midair Belinda smiles at Alana who is shouting at Zuri to fight back. Warwick adjusts her opponent and then sends her to the mat with a bodyslam before staggering back and bouncing off the ropes to deliver a running body splash on the downed Chastain which drives the air from her lungs. Warwick leans upwards and reaches for Song who is curling up in the fetal position to cradle her body from the pain. Pulling her flat and setting her shoulders to the mat, Belinda holds her two hands on the chest of Song pushing her against the canvas. Holly Wood drops to make the three count but Alana leaps quickly to the top rope and launches herself at Warwick with a missile dropkick that breaks up the count. Zuri charges in as Belinda grabs at her head. She and Alana begin to trade punches as the pair fight towards the ropes.

Simone: Alana and Zuri need to realize that this isn't a tornado tag match and need to get to their corners in case one or the other needs to be tagged in.

Song gets to her feet and staggers towards the pair as Warwick slowly gets to her own feet. Song stops for a moment as Alana sees her partner and quickly drops away as Song delivers a roundhouse kick that sends Zuri through the ropes to the outside. Alana and Song move to the ropes to look down at Zuri who leans against the barricade to recover. Behind them, Belinda charges across the ring and uses a double clothesline to send Song and Alana over the top rope and to the floor themselves.

Adams: Belinda Warwick cleaning out the ring and standing tall.

Simone: But the match can't be won on the outside.

Holly Wood moves to the ropes and without touching Warwick, motions her to move then begins her ten count. Zuri gets to her feet and moves to pick up Alana Allure and whips her into the apron back first making her arch in pain. Picking up Song, she whips her against her partner as both Elders drop to their knees. Picking up Alana, Zuri whips her into the ring and sends her rolling towards the feet of Belinda Warwick.

Simone: Zuri Chastain putting the Elders on the ropes by serving up Alana to the powerhouse Warwick.

Belinda picks up Alana and whips her into the ropes and catches her on the rebound with a sidewalk slam that flattens Allure on the canvas. Zuri moves to the ropes and holds out her hand for a tag from Belinda. Once tagged in, Zuri leaps to the top of the turnbuckle and launches herself off with a shooting star leg drop on the downed Allure. Warwick leaves the ring as Zuri rolls over and pins Alana but Holly doesn't start to count. Song looks up and questions the referee who points to Song on the top turnbuckle as being the legal one in the match. Zuri slams her hands into the mat and surges upward but is taken off her feet with a diving moonsault that take both women to the mat. Alana rolls slowly to the Elder's side of the ring as Zuri uses the momentum of the moonsault to roll to the ropes where she pulls herself up. Song rolls to her feet as well and turns into a dropkick from Zuri that Song barely evades.

Adams: That could be a mistake right there that Zuri didn't want to make.

Reaching down, Song pulls Zuri to her feet and then locks in an abdominal stretch that has Zuri shouting in pain. Belinda moves as far as she can from their corner trying to reach the outstretched hand of Chastain as Song pulls back on the hold making it more painful. Zuri's fingers struggle to tag in Warwick but only inches separate them. Song tells Holly Wood to check on Chastain who shakes her head no as she fights against the hold. Song slams a hand against the ribs of Zuri doubling her up slightly before stretching her out again. Zuri screams as she fights for enough movement to tag in Warwick with the barest of touches.

Simone: Here comes Belinda Warwick after being tagged in by Zuri.

Adams: But I don't think that Holly Wood saw the tag.

Warwick charges in and grabs Song by the hair to pull her off Zuri. Song reaches for her head to spare her the pain from the hairpull as Holly Wood motions to Belinda that no tag was made. Warwick still holds Song by the hair as she argues with the referee. Zuri crawls towards their corner as Holly begins her five count. Calling for Warwick, Zuri motions for her to come and tag in. Angrily whipping Song violently into a corner where she sags slightly, Belinda slips between the ropes and reaches out for the tag.

Simone: Now we have the tag that Holly Wood can't deny.

Coming into the ring, she glares at the referee before charging towards the corner where Song is recovering. Launching herself with a corner splash, Belinda can't save herself as Song throws herself to the side to avoid the contact and Warwick goes chest first into the turnbuckle hard. Clutching her chest, she staggers against the ropes trying to breath as Song tags in Alana and the two women move towards Warwick who is holding the ropes and breathing hard. Alana and Song each grab one of the hands of Belinda and send her across the ring to rebound off the ropes. The two catch her by the throat and use her momentum to lift her into a double choke slam that seems to take down the big woman. Alana drops to make the count but Belinda is able to press her off. Alana gets to her feet as does Belinda Warwick. Alana backs to her corner where she tags in Song. Song slips between the ropes and hits an advancing Warwick with the Perfect Melody before Alana puts Belinda into the Warm Embrace.

Adams: Oh my god!!! The Art of the Tag Team...this is one way the Bombshell Tag champions are so dominant.

Simone: This might win it...and it does!

Belinda is laid out as Song makes the cover as Alana stands between the pin and Zuri who is fighting her way to her feet. Holly Wood counts the three and motions for the bell to end the match.

Justin: The winners of the match, The Elders!

Song and Alana celebrate in the ring as Zuri and Belinda move out of the ring and up the aisle before disappearing through the curtain.


Cut briefly to the backstage area where Miss Rocky Mountains is standing side-by-side with SCW Co-Owner, Christian underwood.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Fans, I am here with Christian Underwood who has a very special announcement concerning the Internet Championship match scheduled for our next big event, Blaze of Glory VI. Christian?

She holds the mic up to the boss, not having seen him roll his eyes behind her back, the moment she started talking.

Christian: Well it's very simple. Last week we were to determine the number one challenger to Despayre's Internet Championship, and failed to do so when Xander Bishop and Calvin Harris found themselves unable to best the other. Now I had some people address this topic with me, and ask if that means someone else will be challenging Despayre for the gold in Stockton, California. And to them, I say the answer is ... no.

Miss Rocky frowns, confused, but Christian smiles.

Christian: I think the more logical course of action would be that since neither won, it also means neither lost and so, I am pleased to announce the first official match at the sixth annual Blaze of Glory event. Despayre will defend the Internet Championship in a Triple Threat Match against Calvin Harris AND Xander Bishop. The first man to score the win? Walks out of Stockton as the Internet Champion.

He turns and nods to the reporter.

Christian: Rocky.

He then faces the camera and gives it a sardonic smile and waves.

Christian: Bye!

Before he walks off-camera, ending the segment.


The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage.

Adams: J2H is here!

The SCW World Heavyweight championship sits around his waist. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with a confident stroll. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, stepping slowly up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and in to the ring. He moves towards the center of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H look to the sky before looking down and round the fans, His jaw locked tight in determination. He turns to Justin who hands him a microphone. The music fades out and J2H lifts the microphone to his lips.

J2H: Now, you're in the presense of greatness more so than you was last week. Just a few days ago, the man you see before you became a year long SCW champion.

He smirks as the crowd boo him.

J2H: Now I think that is worth something and I already know what I want, what I feel like I deserve to be rewarded with. Ever since Inception II, there's been a black cloud over me, because a sneaky son of a bitch appeared in an attempt to put me in my place, to try and set his own star back on fire because let's be honest, his star faded a long, long time ago. I think you know I'm talking about Drake Green.

The crowd cheer loudly, much to the dismay of J2H.

J2H: Don't cheer for that never was! He only appeared because you guys forgot who the hell he even is. For those that don't remember, he is the guy that makes cheap movies that no one goes to see, he looks thirty years older than when he last put on his wrestling boots, and is second best to his wife in every way.

The champion smirks again as he looks around the crowd.

J2H: Yet he thought he was good enough to step up to me, but reality set in.

J2H waves his finger at the crowd.

J2H: Reality set in when he worked out that he could never beat me face to face, that he could never stand up to me, so he run and hid, showing the world what a coward he is.

Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!

J2H: Chant for that disappointment all you want, he doesn't give a fuck about you or he wouldn't be sitting there hiding from me, he doesn't have the balls to stand here in front of you because he knows...

James stops mid sentence when he sees Drake Green walk out from behind the curtain. Dressed in jeans and a Chicago Blackhawks t-shirt, no music plays as he makes his way down to the ring. The crowd starts to cheer fervently when they see him.

Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!

Adams: He's here! The SCW Hall of Famer is here!

Simone: Well it looks like J2H might get what he's been waiting for, Jason.

Drake grabs a microphone from Justin Decent as he steps into the ring and walks up to J2H. The two engage in an epic stare down and the crowd reacts appropriately.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

After what feels like an hour of staring, Drake finally brings the microphone up to his lips.

Drake: No.

J2H: Excuse me?

Drake: The answer is no, James. The reality of your situation is simple. You talk a lot of shit and whether it's because Rage has been up your ass for months or sheer dumb luck, no one has been able to shut that mouth of yours. Someone had to do it and it might as well have been me. You keep talking long enough, you keep poking that bear, well eventually the bear is gonna hear you. Don't be mad 'cause someone finally cashed that check your mouth has been writing. But that's all it was, J; a smack in the face to teach an arrogant kid a lesson. I'm retired. I was before Inception and I am after it. You're just gonna have to find some other guy to talk shit about.

Drake drops the mic and turns to walk away as a noticeable hum of disappointment rolls through the crowd.

Simone: Well there you have it, folks. Drake Green will not face James in the ring.

Adams: Can't say I'm surprised, Belinda. He's retired.

As Drake goes to leave the ring, James gets visibly enraged.

J2H: What's wrong with you Drake? Are you a fucking coward? Are you too damn chicken to get back in the ring with me? Too scared you're gonna break your old man hip? Just go back to being in Mikah's shadow, you gutless pussy!

Drake turns back around and gets in J2H's face and J2H's throws his microphone and his SCW World Heavyweight Championship down to the canvas. The two engage in another epic stare down but this time, after a moment, J2H slaps Drake across the face.

Adams: Oh no.

Drake snaps. He tackles J2H to the mat and mounts him before he unleashes a vicious attack of heavy right hands. After an amount of punishment, J2H is able to unseat Drake and then slip out under the bottom rope and down to ringside. Drake goes after him and jumps down to the floor only to be met with a hard left from the record setting Champion, which backs him up. J2H takes advantage and goes on the offensive and the two begin to beat the living hell out of each other.

Simone: This is pandemonium. J2H is out for blood!

A dozen referees and security guards head down to ringside and try to break them up, pulling both men apart.

J2H: I'll fucking kill you!

Drake: Let go of me!

The two continue to try and get to one another when "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward comes down to ringside and starts to yell at J2H, who eventually backs off. Ward backs J2H up as the referees and security start to escort Drake out.

Adams: Finally some order.

Just as the scene seems to clear up, Drake breaks through the hoard of security surrounding him and sprints towards J. He tackles him into the steel barricade and starts to slam him with right fists again before the security team pulls him off once more.

Simone: We'll be right back. We're being told we've got to cut to backstage.


As "Pomp & Circumstance" plays in the background, the top of a black graduation cap is seen in a closeup shot, filling the entirety of the camera. On the center of the cap is seen the tell-tale picture of the world's most famous teddy bear, Angel. The cap then rises and the camera draws back, revealing its wearer to being none other than that of reigning Internet Champion, Despayre -- seated at an ornate desk and wearing a graduation gown to go along with his cap, and on his eyes, thick rimmed glasses without lenses. Seated to his immediate left on the desk is the teddy bear known and loved by fanatics the world over, Angel himself! And before him, the SCW Internet Championship belt.

Eyes straight ahead and hands clasped before him, Despayre speaks up.

Despayre: Greetings! I am Professor Despayre, and welcome to another scintillating episode of 'Points To Ponder,' where we (that's you and me, ask the questions burning on the minds of every intellectual such as ourselves! We may not have the answers ...

He swiftly raises a forefinger.

Despayre: But ah HA! That doesn't stop us from asking the questions!

That being said, Professor Despayre picks up the stack of papers before him and clears his throat.

Despayre: Item one! Are people more violently opposed to fur rather than leather because it's much easier to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs?

Despayre turns to look at Angel.

Despayre: That's a good one to open things up with!

He tosses the paper back over his shoulder and moves on.

Despayre: Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?

Despayre looks off-camera and blinks, then turns to look at Angel.

Despayre: You're right. We need to have someone screen these questions.

He crumbles that paper up and gives it a toss before moving on.

Despayre: Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?

Despayre looks up, eyes wide.

Despayre: I don't get it.

From off-camera.

Gabriel: Your dad will explain it to you after the show!

Synn: Thanks a lot!

Despayre nods, satisfied, and slides the paper aside before moving on.

Despayre: Do Roman paramedics refer to IV's as "4's"?

Despayre again looks off-camera and mouths 'wow.'

Despayre: If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?

Despayre huffs, and looks away with a frown, then blinks and raises his eyebrows. He turns to Angel.

Despayre: That brings up a good point!

He sets that one aside to properly research later.

Despayre: If knees were reversed, what would a chair look like?

Despayre looks up wide eyed.

Despayre: I don't know if I can take much more of this.

He tosses the paper aside and looks at the next question.

Despayre: How come when Ben Jordan's hair moves, his head doesn't?

Despayre tosses all the papers up into the air and stands abruptly.

Despayre: Alright! That's it! I've had it!

Grabbing Angel, Despayre walks off-camera. Mere moments pass when the champion's face fills the camera with an impish smile.

Despayre: This has been a Ted E. Bahr's Production, in accordance with YOUR Internet Champion.

He pulls back out of the camera and no sooner does he do so than Angel's own head pops up into the camera.

Fade to black.


The audience cheers as Pussy Willow is seen standing outside of the Men's locker room with a towel draped over his shoulders, and a fresh white hoodie over his bare chest. He looks at Pussy, checking her out slightly, while trying to hide it. Pussy looks at him and then looks to the camera with her pearly white smile on her face.

Pussy: I'm standing by here with "The New Dynasty" Xander Bishop after what some are saying could be the match of the night. After some time to think it over, do you have any afterthoughts on your match?

Xander looks up at the ceiling for a moment as he wipes at his face before letting his hands rest at his side, looking right into the camera.

Xander: You wanna know my thoughts on that match? Jus' 'cause ain't everybody callin' it Match of the Night, gurl, that don't mean it wasn't. James impressed me by bein' able to hang in there as long as he did. Playa' stood up to the challenge brought to him by the New Dynasty. But da's da thing, gurl. I came to a new level tonight. It was jus' too much for old boy to handle. He...

Xander looks out into the distance, his eyes narrowed as he hears a commotion coming from the door marked "Boiler Room" a little down and to the right. He licks at his bottom lip as he goes completely silent, waiting for something to happen. It isn't too long before Giani Di Luca crashes through the door, courtesy of Dax Beckett, who crashes a broomstick over his head. Ivan and Andrew practically drag a bloodied Mickey out, dropping him on the ground. Dax finishes Giani off with a Roundhouse Kick to the head, holding a karate pose for a second as his chest heaves. He walks over to Pussy and leans into the microphone, stuttering over his words due to the amount of energy he's just used.

Dax: And... THAT'S... how you handle... Bad Boys. Mic drop, bookah! This guy knows what I'm sayin'...

Bishop keeps his eyes narrowed at Dax for a moment, shaking his head as he stares at the bearded beauty with a bit of contempt in his eyes. Dax slowly backs away as he sucks in air between his teeth, finding it better to not speak. However, Bishop doesn't give him the opportunity.

Xander: I 'bout had it wit' people's comin' at me cause of the way I talk. You got somethin' to say to me, Brawny Man? Paper towel makin' motha'fucka.

Dax: No...? I... I was just feeling hyped, because... I... yeah?

Dax points down at the fallen and bloodied Bad Boys for a second, hoping that the crowd favorite will understand. However, he pulls the towel from around his neck and drops it to the floor as he studies Dax for a second longer, waiting for him to dig his hole even deeper.

Dax: Look... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to crash your intervvv...

Bishop charges at Dax, hammering away at his face as Pussy holds her hands up in surrender, moving out of the way. Dax and Bishop go at it, but Bishop knees him in the gut and then slams him head first into the wall. Andrew Garcia steps forward, placing a hand on Bishop's shoulder to try to calm him down.

Andrew: Look, man. Dax already apologized, and...

Bishop catches Garcia with a hard right hook, and as he charges forward, clearly printed on the back of his hoodie is the Bad Boys logo!

Simone: Xander Bishop was the mystery Bad Boy we saw last week! I can't believe it!

Adams: They say that seeing is believing, but I still don't believe it! Why would he do something like this?

Ivan Darrell tries to come to the aid of his husband, but Mickey and Giani spring to their feet as if nothing had happened to them all night. They grab onto Ivan and they toss him through a nearby window, causing it to shatter as Ivan rests on the frame. Mickey and Giani pick Dax up as they throw him down a nearby flight of stairs, causing a hush to fall over the audience. The three Bad Boys gang up on Andrew, who fights them tooth and nail, swinging wild fists in every which direction, until the three men just overcome him entirely. Giani hits a Pumphandle Slam onto him before Xander hits the Thugnificent on him. The crowd boos wildly at this as they watch Mickey pick Andrew up. He hits Drunken Lullabies on him through the nearby table. They laugh at them as Xander leans down next to Garcia.

Xander: Good luck chasin' dem Tag Titles tonight, playa...

The three men jog off the scene, laughing about it as the scene fades out.


Simone: Last week we saw both the men's and women's Roulette Titles be defended in a double main event and whilst Amy ultimately won the first match of the best of three series against Jessie Salco Chris Shipman dethroned Ryan Keys and won the Roulette Title, tonight we will see two more title matches in our double main event as the challengers try to duplicate Shipman's success starting with our next match, the Bombshell Internet Championship Match between Polly Playtime and Amy Jayne!

Adams: Let's not forget that Chris had more than a little help in winning the title courtesy of Steve but unless Kaylee's been training to be a wrestler in between her porn career I doubt Polly and Amy should worry about that!

Simone: Stranger things have happened! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Bombshell Internet Championship!

"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."

Justin: Introducing first!

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. The men in the crowd swoon as all the ladies in the crowd boo their hearts out. Polly comes back to it and winks her left green eye. The camera gets a good close look at that, sensing that Polly is ready to potentially do something evil.

Justin Decent: "Making her way down the aisle, from Panguitch, Utah, she is the reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion and the girl that loves to play... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"

As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and skips off the stage and down the wrestler ramp. She gets down to the ring and skips one lap around the outside of it before hopping up onto the ring apron. She winks her left eye again and wears a maniacal grin before she slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Once inside the ring she stands back up and looks right over at the referee, again with evil intentions. She licks her chops and nods a few times as she stands in the middle of the ring, her entrance music just now beginning to fade out.

Simone: A lot of people underestimated Polly when she first made her debut but her impressive Internet Title Reign has silenced all her doubters.

Adams: Impressive? I think you're selling her short considering that she had her first defense against Mercedes Vargas mere moments after she won the title from Kate Steele!

Justin: Introducing the challenger!

"Doll Parts" by Hole plays over the PA system as Amy-Jayne steps out from behind the curtain, she bends forwards and then flicks herself back upright causing her hair to flip, she then proceeds down the ramp and starts to pose and flips her hair in her hands, as she reaches ring she does a lap of the ring interacting with the crowd as she did.

Justin: From Bucharest, Romania, she is "The Ravishing Romanian" Amy-Jayne!

She then steps up onto the ring apron and then proceeds to do the splits on the ring apron before sliding under the bottom rope and standing back up inside the ring, Amy then does some ballet twirls and flips her hair before proceeding to the turnbuckle stepping to the middle rope and bending forward to mimic the early part of her entrance on the turnbuckle, she then jumps down from the turnbuckle turns around and starts stretching and jogging on the spot waiting for the match to start.

Simone: Amy is looking to win her first title tonight.

Adams: Not to mention become the first Romanian champion we've had since the Kojis left SCW!

Drew calls the two Bombshells to the middle of the ring to explain the rules to them and, remembering what happened the last time Polly was in a match, immediately asks Polly to hand over the SCW Internet Championship which she does so reluctantly, however that proves to be the last time Polly listens to Drew as she proceeds to slap her Romanian opponent across the cheek, before Drew can even get a chance to admonish her Amy spears Polly to the ground and starts pummeling her as Drew calls for the bell.

Simone: And Polly opens the match by slapping the taste right of Amy's mouth!

Adams: And Amy's retaliating by beating the shit out of Polly!

Drew spends a couple of minutes trying to separate the two blonde wrestlers but he isn't having much luck as the two women are fully focused on their brawl especially once the element of surprise wears off and Polly starts firing off punches off her own, the catfight eventually reaches the ring ropes where Polly is able to get her right leg free and use it to separate herself from Amy rolling out of the ring in the process, Amy is having none of this and tries to follow the champion to the outside but Drew forces her to back off using this opportunity to restore some order.

Simone: Drew's trying to regain control of the match!

Adams: And if the Bombshells have their way he won't succeed.

Drew starts his ten count on Polly who starts using the opportunity to regroup but whilst Drew has his back turned Amy exits the ring from a different side and runs up onto the nearest ring steps where she waits for Polly to turn around, when she does Amy leaps from the steps and hits her with a Hurricanrana forcing Drew to restart his count in the process! By the time, Drew's restarted count reaches the count of five Amy has rolled Polly back into the ring and has followed her in allowing Amy to go for the first cover of the match.

Simone: 1.........2.........

Adams: And Polly kicks out! After all she's been through to retain the title that would've been a very anti-climactic end to her reign!

Amy seems to realize this herself and rather than argue with Drew over a slow count the Romanian picks up Polly and attempts to go for a Suplex of some kind, this doesn't work however as Polly blocks the attempt with her foot and then grabs a handful of Amy's hair to force her to let go! Drew applies the five count to Polly's blatant rule bending and on the count of four Polly releases it sending Amy across the ring with an Irish Whip in the process and on the rebound Polly nails her with a beautiful standing dropkick!

Simone: Did you see the height on that Dropkick?

Adams: Yeah, makes it a total shame that Polly feels the need to use illegal tactics like hair pulling!

Polly then follows that up with her first cover of the match 1.........2.......and Amy kicks out! Polly realizes that it's too early in the match for a match to end like that so rather than argue with Drew she climbs out onto the apron on the farthest side of the ring from Amy clearly planning on doing something big, Amy soon makes her way back to her feet and takes a moment to look around in search of Polly until she turns around giving Polly her chance to do a Springboard Move.........

Simone: OH, MY GOD! POLLY JUST FLEW RIGHT INTO AMY'S SUPERKICK!

Adams: I can't help but think I've seen that happen before but Amy's going for the cover!

1.........2.........and Polly kicks out!

Simone: And Polly is still in this!

Adams: At this point it would take a truck running over her and exploding on top of her to keep Polly down for the Three-Count!

Amy pounds the matt in frustration at not being able to pin the champion before picking up Polly and locking in a Guillotine Choke on Polly, she keeps it locked in as tightly as she can but by the time Amy has it locked in Polly has started to recover and shows this by ramming Amy back first into the nearest turnbuckle but when that fails Polly goes for it again on another turnbuckle and this time it forces Amy to let go off the hold, Polly then perches Amy on the top rope and climbs up after her.

Simone: What's Polly going for here? A Superplex?

Adams: No! A Top Rope Frankensteiner! That really knocked Amy through a loop!

Polly goes for a cover on Amy 1.......2......and Amy kicks out! Rather than argue with Drew about a slow count Polly whips her back into the turnbuckle (whilst pulling on her hair again) and goes for the same move, however when Polly wraps her legs around Amy's head she grabs onto the top rope blocking the move but keeping Polly in position for her counter move, a Sit-Down Powerbomb from the top rope! Amy holds on for the cover 1.......2.........

Simone: NEW CHAMPION?!

Adams: NO! Polly barely kicks out in time!

Amy looks up at Drew in disbelief before deciding to go for her finisher the Romanian Overload, however as she goes for the move Amy catches drew in the face with her foot knocking him silly but still hits the move and, apparently unaware that she had just knocked out the ref, goes for the pin on Polly but off course there's no one there to count the pin-fall.

Simone: Wake up Drew! We could have a new champion!

Adams: He's in La-la land Belinda! Hey, where's Polly going?

Whilst Amy is trying to wake up Drew Polly has rolled out of the ring and grabbed the Internet Championship and a steel chair, she rolls back into the ring but seeing that Drew is starting to come too Polly tosses the title into Amy's hands and plays dead whilst leaving the chair at ringside.

Simone: Oh no, she's pulling the oldest trick in the book!

Adams: Surely Drew won't fall for this!

Drew sees the scene before him and Amy's eyes widen as she realizes what Polly is up too so she starts desperately trying to plead her case to Drew, once Drew realizes that there's no noticeable bruising on Polly's head Drew goes to give the title back to a stage hand and Amy turns around.........right into a chair shot from Polly!

Simone: I must admit, that was clever of Polly but it's still wrong that a title match will end like this!

Adams: This is the second week in a row where a title match has had a screwy finish, only this time the champion's going to win!

By the time, Drew turns around Polly is dragging Amy's barely conscious form to the nearest turnbuckle where she climbs to the top rope and executes the Perfect Play! Polly goes for the cover 1......2.......3!!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner AND STILL BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPION POLLY PLAYTIME!

Simone: A great match ruined by a bullshit end!

Adams: You must wonder what the bosses will do about this!

Polly snatches her title from the stage hand's, well, hands and celebrates up the ramp whilst Drew checks on Amy.


Sam can be seen pulling the gloves off as she surveys the now clean washroom. Shaking her head she spares a look towards the door and sighs as she can hear the sounds of men talking on the other side of it.

Sam: How am I going to get out of here?

She leans against the wall and listens for a moment as the sound of the men talking gets fainter and fainter. Hope crosses her face as she leans closer to the door and a hand reaches out to clutch the door handle. Suddenly, the slamming of the outer door indicates that the coast is clear. Sam peeks out of the washroom and with a smile, quickly rushes through the room and out of the door where she is surprised by Pussy Willow.

Pussy Willow: Sam...what are you doing coming out of the men's locker room?

Sam: It is a long story Pussy and trust me, if I didn't have to go and wash this whole night away, I would tell you about it. As it stands...I need to go and let Mr. Underwood know my job is done. And then I am going back to my hotel room and I am not coming out until tomorrow. There is a large hot bubble bath with my name all over it, room service and shows I need to catch up on.

Sam smiles and moves off towards Christian Underwood's office as Pussy watches her leave, shaking her head at how Sam is being treated.


Shortly after the beat down from Bad Boys members Mickey Carroll and Giani Di Luca, Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell are seen in the trainers room with the doctor. The doctor thinks that Garcia and Darrell shouldn't be competing tonight.

Doctor: I don't think you guys should compete tonight. You run the risk of concussion, or serious injury.

Andrew and Ivan both look disgusted with the doctors recommendation about them not competing.

Andrew: We respect your opinion, Doctor, but we won't be taking your advice this time. We are in the main event, and are vying for the tag team titles. It isn't often that Ivan and I get to wrestle in the main event, or for the tag team titles, so we are seizing the opportunity given to us, and won't let anything stop us from achieving our goals and dethroning Jet City as champions, not even the recommendation of the company's doctor.

Ivan: We know Giani and Mickey wanted to take us out of commission over the fact we beat them two weeks ago, and are now in the tag team title hunt, when they aren't, but that isn't our issue. We proved that we are the better tag team when we beat them, and we don't care what kind of grudge they want to hold, because we want to move on to bigger and better things, and not be a floundering tag team. Andrew and I are going to do whatever we have to do to make sure we secure the tag team titles tonight, injury or not.

Doctor: Fine, but don't come crying to me when you have a concussion or serious injury, as I did warn you.

Andrew and Ivan leave the trainers room and head towards their locker room to get ready for their match as the scene fades to black.


Simone: It's time for the main event.

Adams: Yes, the tag titles are on the line as Jet City looks to defend them against a very capable tag team in Dying Breed.

The opening beat to Sully Erna's "Your Own Drum" start to blast through the speakers, as red and gold lights flash across the building, synchronized to the beat of the drums. The fans look confused as the lyrics kick in. Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew and Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, Ivan climbs into the ring as the duo staring around at the booing fans as Andrew and Ivan raise their arms.

Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW World Tag Team Championships. Introducing first the challengers, being accompanied to the ring by Dax Beckett, they are the team of Andrew and Ivan, the Dying Breed.

All the lights in the arena go out with the exception of a spotlight that shines from just under the titantron, between the two entrance curtains. Fog rolls out from either side of the stage. As the fog thickens into a cloud, penetrated only by the giant spotlight the PA system comes to life with the voices of the two men about to take the stage. The first yell in unison "WE ARE!", which fades into Kris, joined by the fans in yelling out "Jet!" And is quickly followed by Jason and the thousands in attendance screaming "City!"

The PA system falls silent and what follows is a huge pyrotechnic explosion of white blasts all around the giant screen at the top of the stage, but as soon as the finish A7X's "Second Heartbeat fills the arena. Two men come from behind the curtains, and stand in the fog, allowing their shadows to be cast through. The fans know who the men are, and there are mixed reactions aplenty.

The spotlight behind them dies and they step out of the fog and into the view of the crowd. Immediately orange and green lights start moving throughout the arena as they simply stand and soak in the reaction they are getting.

Justin: And their opponents, from Jet City, at a combined weight of 414 lbs, they are the Sin City Wrestling World Tag Team Champions, Kris and JHalc....Jet City

Kris stands on Jason' right, and as the camera closes in on them, the words "Jet" and "City" can be read across their respective hoodies, a look they had been showing off since coming to SCW. They make their way down the ramp, mostly ignoring everyone reaching out to them, and talking back and forth. The last few steps to the ring, Kris takes at a run and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Jason unzips his hoodie, and hangs it on the ring post as he climbs to the top of the stairs and enters the ring. Kris has already climbed the far turnbuckle and tossed his jacket out to the timekeeper.

Jasmine St. John steps into the corner that holds Jet City and requests for them to hand her their belts. The brothers do just that as they discuss which one of them were starting.

Simone: This is going to be interesting Jason. Dying Breed certainly bring a different style of wrestling.

Adams: Jet City will need to utilize their speed advantage and try not to get a mat based style match.

Jasmine St. John hands the belts over to the time keeper as Andrew Garcia stays in the ring as does Kris. Jasmine looks at both men before waving her finger in the air. The bell sounds as Andrew and Kris start to circle each other. They meet in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie up. They jockey for position until Andrew gains the upper hand by placing Kris in a side headlock. Kris quickly throws a few elbows into the midsection of Andrew which loosens the grip.

Kris goes to bounce off the ropes before falling on his butt after striking with a shoulder block. Andrew shakes his head as Kris hops back up to his feet. He tries it again but Andrew catches him this time with a very quick belly to belly Suplex. Andrew pops his hips while rolling back up to his feet while keeping a tight grip on the midsection of Kris. Andrew connects with a second belly to belly Suplex before getting locked up into a modified bear hug.

Simone: Andrew is showing off his technical prowess with those suplexes.

Adams: I just hope this match doesn't end early.

Andrew tightens his arms whille squeezing the air out of Kris. He reaches for the bottom rope as Andrew repositions himself into a front Facelock. Jason is standing on the apron, he is calling for Kris to hang there as Andrew brings one knee in while pulling on Kris' neck. Jasmine is checking on Kris as Andrew is dragging Kris towards his corner while keeping him locked in this hold. Ivan reaches over the ropes and tags himself into the match. Andrew keeps a tight hold on Kris as Ivan comes into the ring and snaps off a running Senton across the back of Kris.

Kris squeals out in pain as Andrew quickly let's go and rolls out of the ring. Ivan bounces off the nearest ropes before coming back with a running leg drop across the small of Kris' back. Jason watches from his corner as Ivan lifts Kris up. He grabs him by the arm, looks to fling him off to the corner but changes directions. Kris slams back first into the corner holding Dying Breed as Ivan drives his shoulder into the midsection of Kris. Ivan does it three more times. Jasmine gives him a warning as Andrew tags back into the ring. Ivan grabs Andrew by the arm and flings him into the corner as Andrew comes flying in with a hard clothesline.

Adams: Dying Breed are cutting that ring in half.

Simone: Kris looks to be in real bad shape.

Kris reaches his arm out of in front of him as he slumps into the corner. Andrew backs up a bit before charging in with a raised knee to the midsection. Andrew starts to lay in the boots as Ivan tags back into the match. Jason is starting to get hot as he bounces up and down in his corner. Andrew holds Kris up in the corner as Ivan takes a little time to taunt Jason. Jason starts to come into the ring as Jasmine stops him. Ivan smirks as he charges into the corner and smashes Kris with a running body attack. Jason gets back out of the ring as Ivan tags Andrew back into the match.

Andrew grabs Kris by the waistband of his tights which draws a warning from Jasmine. Andrew shoots her look while hoisting Kris up to his feet. Andrew grabs a hold of Kris' waistband again before clubbing him in the back of his head. Kris falls forward as Andrew gives a small smirk towards Jason. Jason fires back with a few choice words as Andrew decides to run the ropes. Kris manages to duck the first clothesline attempt. He turns to the charging Andrew and catches him with a quick drop toe hold.

Simone: Looks like Kris got an opening.

Knowing that he needs to make a tag, Kris quickly tucks and rolls over toward his brother. Jason tags the outstretched hand as he moves toward the middle of the apron. He waits for a few seconds before leaping up onto the top rope and spring boarding into a missile dropkick to the back of Andrew. Andrew falls forward as his throat drapes across the middle rope. Without hesitation, Jason bounces off the ropes, grabs a hold of the other set of ropes before swinging his legs around as both knees catch him with a feint tiger kick.

The kick knocks Andrew back a bit as Jason springs off the ropes but gets caught by Andrew who slams Jason back first into the canvas.

Simone: What a spinebuster

Andrew rolls over onto his right as he tags Ivan back into the match. Ivan comes back up, runs a little before dropping a leg across the throat of Jason. Ivan decides this would be the perfect time for a cover.

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Jason kicks out as Ivan goes for a second cover.

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Jason kicks out again as Ivan sits up on his knees before slamming his forearm into the side of Jason's head. After the fifth head strike, Ivan goes for a third cover attempt.

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Jason just barely kicks out as Ivan looks at Jasmine. He quickly holds up three fingers which she responds with two fingers while signaling his shoulder popped up. Ivan screams at Jasmine before turning back towards Jason. He grabs Jason by the arm and yanks him back up to his feet. Ivan twists the arm around before placing in a hammerlock hold. Ivan then hoists Jason up and over as he drops Jason down onto his trapped arm.

Adams: Ivan must be thinking about his kneeling arm bar.

Simone: The MMA Master is finally going to turn this match into the match Jet City didn't want.

Jason grabs at his arm as Ivan takes possession of it. He slams it multiple times into the canvas before placing it between his legs and dropping all of his weight down onto it. Jason yells out in pain as Ivan flips him over onto his stomach and sits on it while yanking back on the arm.

Simone: It's locked in.

Adams: Jason will need to have a shit ton of guts or this will be the last time these brothers walk out with those belts.

Jason starts to glide his free hand around while searching for the nearest ropes. Luckily, Jason wasn't in the center of the ring. Jason starts to back up as Dax Beckett tries to get Andrew's attention. Andrew gets into the ring but it was too late as Jason places his left boot onto the bottom rope. Jasmine notices it and orders Ivan to let go. Ivan holds it until the four count as he lets go. A sinister smirk appears on his face as he pulls Jason up to his feet.

Ivan looks to toss Ivan but Jason leaps into the air. He catches Ivan with his left knee. The shot rocks Ivan a bit as Jason does it again. The shot lands even harder as Ivan is still on his feet. Jason starts to shake his arm awake before snapping off a low front dropkick to the knees of Ivan. The shot knocks the bigger man down to one knee which is what Jason needed as he quickly snaps off a quick DDT.

Ivan's face gets planted as Jason is still trying to get the blood flowing again in his arm. He takes a minute to survey where Ivan was positioned as he quickly rolls toward his corner. Andrew enters the ring and grabs Jason by the foot. Andrew drags him back a bit but Jason turns around before catching him with an enzuigiri. The tip of his free foot catches Andrew flush against the back of his head. Andrew falls down as Jason takes one final leap and touches the hand of his brother.

Simone: Kris got the tag and is now the legal man.

Kris leaps over the ropes and immediately drops Andrew with a standing dropkick. The kick sends Andrew halfway across the ring as Kris hops up to his feet. He sprints toward the ropes before snapping off a running blockbuster. The back of Ivan's head strikes hard against the canvas as Kris goes for the quick cover.

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Andrew manages to break up the pinfal with a double axe handle. This move draws the ire of Jason who gets deposited to the outside.

Adams: Just like that, shit just got real.

Simone: Oh my, Andrew looks to be setting up for a big lariat.

Andrew does a big circular motion with his arm as he waits for Kris to get up to his feet. Andrew takes off looking uncork the lariat but Kris ducks out of the way. Andrew doesn't notice Kris has moved as he slams his lariat right into his own tag team partner. Andrew notices what he has just done as Kris comes flying into Andrew with a corkscrew elbow. Andrew goes down as Kris bounces back up to his feet. He sits in the corner while begging for Ivan to get up.

Adams: I think Kris is setting up for that wicked running knee strike of his.

Simone: If he hits it then those tag belts will remain in the possession of Jet City.

A groggy Ivan slowly gets up to his feet as Kris peels out of the corner. He flys in the air and connects with his running knee kick. It hits flush on the nose Ivan drops to the canvas. Kris quickly goes for the cover as Jason stops Andrew with a springboarding dropkick from off the steel ring steps.

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Jasmine calls for the bell as Kris sits up as the bell sounds.

Justin: Here are your winners and still the SCW World Tag Team Champions, Jason and Kris Halich...Jet City

"Second Heartbeat" strikes back up as Jason rolls back into the ring while holding his injured arm close to his body. Jasmine hands both men their belts as she raises their hands high into the air.

Adams: What a match? For a second, I thought Dying Breed was going to pull the upset.

Simone: Jet City has proved they are legit and now only one question remains.

Adams: What's that Belinda?

Simone: Who's next to face Jet City?

Jason scratches his head while trying to think.

The camera returns to the ring where Kris and Jason are celebrating their win as the credits begin to roll...




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Dustin, Annie, Gerrit, Andy, The Lord MK, Court, Erik, Ryan Keys, Eyesnsane, Sam, Britt, Polly and Jenny. Also thanks again to Annie for the great match graphics and to everyone who roleplayed!