The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Michigan State Fairgrounds Coliseum in Detroit, Michigan. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight then begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
Crowd: "SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the thousands of fans filling the rows of seats around the fairground stadium itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Michigan State Fairgrounds Coliseum right here in Detroit, Michigan and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers and whistles as Amanda sashays out onto the stage in a tasteful, long-sleeve evening gown. The beat of a classic Motown hit begins to play and the kick off performance begins!
Amanda: I need love, love
You can't hurry love
You can't hurry love
But how many heartaches
You can't hurry love
How long must I wait
No I can't bear to live my life alone
You can't hurry love
You can't hurry love
No, love, love don't come easy
You can't hurry love
You can't hurry love
To ease my mind
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But mama said
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
No, you just have to wait
You got to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
Must I stand before I find a love
To let me live again
Right now the only thing
That keeps me hangin' on
When I feel my strength, yeah
It's almost gone
I remember mama said:
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
How much more can I take
Before loneliness will cause my heart
Heart to break?
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that I, I can't go on
These precious words keeps me hangin' on
I remember mama said:
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
No, you just have to wait
She said trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
To hold me tight
I keep waiting
I keep on waiting
But it ain't easy
It ain't easy
But mama said:
No, you just have to wait
She said to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
The crowd cheers as Amanda curtsies and waves out to them as the spotlight fades.
Simone: Hello everyone, and welcome to Detroit, Michigan, our next stop in the East Coast/Midwest Tour for SCW Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I'm Jason Adams! And I was wonder if you try to fail and succeed, did you really do either?
Simone: ... What is WRONG with you man!? .. You know what, never mind. The opening round of the Blast From the Past tournament concludes this week, and it kicks the evening's action off as Dmitri and Orchid take on the Dark Defender and Gothika.
Adams: Ooo! Gothika on the opposite team as her man candy! That'll go down faster than Jamie Dean at Samuel Devereux's birthday party!
Simone: Crude way of phrasing things but true, none the less.
Adams: Then we got the Bombshells in action! Woo hoo! The new leader of the Mean Girls, Celeste North, takes on Crystal Millar!
Simone: Nobody on the Bombshell roster has been declared off limits, Crystal included. But this is Crystal's hometown and the fans will be solidly behind their hometown girl this evening. Count on that!
Adams: All that means is Celeste will work double overtime to embarrass Crystal.
Simone: Then the next opening round match sees the return of two Bombshells when former World singles and tag champion, Amanda Cortez, teams with former World tag champion Ivan Darrell!
Adams: And they wrestle former World Bombshell Tag champion Brandi Shotze! Bring on the infamous Knocker Locker!
Simone: As well as Brandi's tag team partner, 'Big Tiger' Jeremiah Hardin, a former Tag Team and Roulette Champion in his own right.
Adams: I can't wait to see more of Brandi and Amanda... pun intended of course.
Simone: Of course. Then two current stars team together to face two returning ones when former Internet and World Tag Champion Kris Halc teams with former Bombshell Internet Champion Polly Playtime to take on the returning icon of the Bombshell division, Misty and her partner...
Adams: Who's bright idea was it to bring THAT GUY back!? And by that guy, I mean Brother Grimm!
Simone: if there's anyone less pleased than you are, it's Grimm's tag team partner, Misty! But if she wants to advance in this tournament, she'll have to deal with it and work together.
Adams: Not the easiest thing, considering who they're up against! And then straight to another tourney match when Xander Bishop teams with Chelsea Payne to take on Mark ward's biggest nightmare in Nicolas Blair and Jessie Salco!
Simone: The last night we saw the mysterious Blair, it was in his big match against Mark Ward in which Mark dealt Blair a loss.
Adams: And if Chelsea manages to be the one to win for her team over Jessie Salco, she becomes the new Roulette Champion!
Simone: Indeed, as that was the risk of any champion signing up for this event! Titles could very easily be defended in these tournament matches.
Adams: Speaking of titles, we're going to see the Internet Championship defended again when Despy puts the title on the line against Lord Raab!
Simone: Lord Raab has but two goals: the Internet and Tag Team Championships. And tonight he has the chance to cross one of those off of his bucket list.
Adams: It won't be easy! Despayre's been the champion for over six months for a reason!
Simone: And the opening round concludes in our next match when the lucky pairing of close friends Samantha Marlowe and Ben Jordan face off against one-half of Team Technicolor, Remi, and the shocking return of Jordan P.S. Williams!
Adams: This is like a dream match! Jordan Williams versus the Cockney King!
Simone: And with their partners, it'll just make things escalate even further to see who moves on to the Quarter-Finals! Then we have the Main Event, a non-title special challenge match!
Adams: Melody Grace versus Song! And this one got started because of Twitter!
Simone: When do the vast majority of grudge matches here in SCW NOT get started because of social media? But this one promises to be Main Event worthy as the World Champion Melody has made it clear she'll take on anybody, and this match against Miss Grace is a dream match for Song.
Adams: Can't wait! Let's get started!
Skidrow's hit song, "Midnight Tornado," faded out as inside of the ring stood none other than "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, clad in his usual attire, that of a tasteful business suit with a house microphone in hand. The crowd was cheering heartily for the now-popular boss of Sin City Wrestling, and he looked out to the capacity crowd with a smirk and gifted them with a wink before raising the microphone to speak.
HS: I'm sure everyone out there knows how much I hate coming out here and drawing attention to myself...
The crowd reacted with laughter and jeers, and Mark could only smile and nod.
HS: I know. I didn't really buy that either. But here I am, tonight, because I was asked to be out here for what's about to come. Sometimes when Underwood and I come out here, we're thrilled to bring good news to everyone. Well, I am, in any case. Other times, we have news that is not so good we have the job to deliver to you, the fans.
Mark nods, his eyes downcast.
HS: Fans, this is one of those times where I wish I didn't have to be out here, but I am. So please let me introduce to everyone, accompanied to the ring by Synn, the current reigning Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion -- DESPAYRE!
The pulsating beat of Orgy's "Opticon" begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp and their wait is soon rewarded. Accompanied by Synn, Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.
Adams: Ohh. This doesn't sound good.
Simone: No it doesn't, but all we can do is wait to find out what this is all about.
Despayre holds his teddy bear pal up for the fans, and is rewarded with cheers and chants of "Angel!" "Angel!", and the "trio" begin their descent towards the ring. Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for Despayre to carefully climb through, then the father figure steps inside himself. Despayre holds Angel up high over his head, garnering even MORE cheers and Synn then escorts him over toward the waiting "Hot Stuff." The three men (and one teddy bear) wait as the cheers continue, and Despayre smiles impishly out towards the fans and with his fingers curled, beckons for a few more and they gladly oblige. Despayre giggles audibly when Mark holds up a hand to calm the crowd's positive reaction.
HS: Now, before we went on the air, I had a meeting this evening with these two gentlemen...
Despayre whispers hotly to mark and he holds a hand up with a smile.
HS: ... and Angel. And, well ... Synn? Why don't you handle this next part?
Mark holds the microphone over to Synn, Despayre's father and manager.
Synn: October 9, 2011. That was the date Sin City Wrestling held it's very first show. And Despayre here? He was a part of that show, teaming with Gabriel to take on and defeat a team known only as Team Viagra. Since then, Despayre here has been a staple of SCW. To my knowledge, he is currently the only member of the current active roster that was on that original roster. Six years is a long time.
Despayre cuddles Angel and nods.
Synn: Six years of tag team matches and singles. Six years of victories and losses that were few and far between. Six years of dreams being fulfilled and championship goals falling just a bit short. I'm sure you've noticed that Despayre here isn't the largest man on the roster.
Synn motions towards Despayre who turns his head toward his dad and huffs.
Despayre: Hey!
Scattered laughter as Mark smiles, and Synn just holds up a hand to continue.
Synn: When you are generally outsized by your opponents by a good foot in height and an average of one hundred pounds, the daily toll on the body tends to add up. Slams, suplexes, punches and piledrivers... there is only so much damage the body can take. And a period of damn near six full years without a break...?
Synn shakes his head.
HS: Fans, I had scheduled a meeting this morning with Synn and Despayre here, to renew Despayre's contract here to Sin City Wrestling...
Mark then holds the microphone over to Despayre who looks at it with apprehension, but finally whispers into it...
Despayre: I told Mister Ward here that I didn't want to resign.
The crowd gasps in surprise and shock, and there are scattered boos of disappointment.
Adams: What!? Despy isn't resigning to Sin City Wrestling!?
The crowd expresses their shock but many are stunned silent. Mark continues the interview.
HS: You told me that Despayre here has been competing recently with some injuries.
Synn: Yes. Nothing debilitating, but over time these things grow and accumulate, and I don't want him to suffer through that when he can take some time off and come back fresh and at full strength. As slim as Despayre here is, his body can only be put through so much before he simply has to take the time off, and he is long overdue. His back has been put through too much as of late, and he has had two concussions over the past year. It's time for Despayre here to take some time off for a well deserved rest and vacation.
Some in the crowd cry out "No!" while others share looks of disbelief with their neighbors in the stands. Inside of the ring, Mark can only nod.
HS: It's something you did tell me was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier to hear. So tonight's Internet title defense against Raab...?
Synn: Will be Despayre's final match in SCW. At least for awhile. Raab has proven himself time and again that he is worthy. If Despayre loses the Internet Championship tonight, there is no shame in doing so against a man Lord Raab's caliber.
HS: And if Despayre retains...?
For this, Despayre answers.
Despayre: You can have the Internet title back. Someone else will make a great champion.
Mark nods and places a hand on Despayre's shoulder.
HS: Well I won't lie and say that this doesn't come as an incredible disappointment, Despy. And I won't say this won't hurt things a bit because I know bloody well these people come out in hopes of seeing you ... and Angel.
The crowd answers this assumption with cheers. Despayre smiles and waves them off bashfully.
HS: But if you promise this is only temporary...
Despayre holds his hand up in the "Scout's Honor" sign.
HS: Then that's all I, and everyone else, can ask. Get better. Heal up, and get your skinny little butt back here as soon as possible.
"Hot Stuff" extends his hand out to Despayre who instead grabs Mark in a big teddy bear hug. The crowd cheers as "Opticon" kicks up once again and the crowd cheers as Mark takes Despayre's hand and raises it high.
Adams: I can't believe it. Despy is leaving SCW!
Simone: And it sounds as if the young champion needs the time away. His match tonight against Lord Raab is his Farewell, and all I can say is Sin City Wrestling won't be the same without him.
Orchid and Song are seen walking backstage. The fans in the arena starts cheering loudly as Orchid chants begin to form. Orchid smiles as she can hear the crowd as she waves at everyone she sees happy as a little girl at a doll house. The two are stopped by Pussy Willow. Orchid waves and bows at her as Song just looks on. Pussy Willow smiles at Orchid and ignores Song. Song smirks at Pussy Willow who just looks at Song and rolls her eyes.
Pussy Willow: Orchid... and I guess Song...
Pussy Willow says with a bit of an attitude
Pussy Willow: How are the SCW Foshan Bombshells doing?
Orchid: Wow it's been like 3 years since I been called that... I feel great and excited to be here.
Song: Come one Orchid, like you said it's been years.
Song smacks her butt. Orchid lifts up a little as she turns to look at Song.
Song: Come on girl say it like you mean it!
Orchid smiles at Song then at Pussy Willow as she raises her voice with excitement.
Orchid: Song is RIGHT! It's great to be BACK!! I miss everyone and cant want to open the show tonight!!!
Pussy Willow: Dark Defender and Gothika. Two opponents that will stop at nothing to see you tuck your tail between your legs and send you back to LAW.
Orchid and Song look on waiting for Pussy Willow to finish.
Orchid: Well...
Cut off by Song
Song: Wait, was that even a question?
Orchid: I know what she means Song.
Song looks past Pussy Willow and sees Bishop walking down the hall. Song looks at Orchid and Pussy Willow.
Song: Well fans you all enjoy I will see you all later for a chat with "Stoner" Scott Oliver...
Song looks at Pussy Willow.
Song: You know a real reporter
Pussy Willow: Excuse me!?
Song ignores her as she leaves the scene running down the hall yelling out...
Song: Yo, Bishop hold up bro!!!...
Pussy looks on as Orchid starts to laugh as Pussy Willow turns back to face Orchid we see her no longer laughing.
Orchid: Sorry about Song... Look I want ALL my opponents to stop at nothing to send me packing. I want them to try as that is what makes for the greatest matches. Tonight I will show the fans how much I have gotten better. Plus I have Dmitri
Pussy Willow: Yes, Dmitri. He is a man who....
Orchid cuts her off
Orchid: Who makes a great partner!!! He and I will showcase how two completely different upbringings, different ways of how one goes with life can still come together to make the perfect combo. That is what Dmitri and Orchid is and we will show that starting tonight.
Pussy Willow: Well your match is first so we will soon see.
Orchid bows as she makes her way to the locker rooms
The scene comes back in backstage. The Angels of the Fallen are sitting on a couple of chairs backstage with the members of R.O.A.R. They're all looking concerned at Gothika when Dmitri walks up. He puts a hand on Gothika's shoulder and frowns seeing the expression of pain on her face.
Dmitri: "What's wrong? You look like someone just killed your cat."
Upon hearing the word 'Killed', Gothika bursts into tears. Diamond is rubbing her back and she glares up at Dmitri.
Diamond: "Poor choice of words with what's going on."
Dmitri shakes his head.
Dmitri: "I'm just wanting to know what happened!"
Raynin clears her throat and sits up in the chair, crossing her arms as she looks at Dmitri.
Raynin: "She got an email with a youtube video link. The bitch that has Michael put up one of their torture sessions online, and... well, let's just say, it's something that even has impressed The Other."
Diamond pulls up the link on her phone and holds it out to Dmitri. On the phone, he sees Michael bound to a large rack with a ball gag in his mouth, and he's trying to plead around it for the person to stop, and a razor blade is being used to cut long swaths of blood out all over his body. Michael's body is trembling with the intensity of the pain he's feeling, and he's straining against his bonds so hard, the cords in his neck and arms are stretched to their limits. He's suspended above a tub, and every ounce that's released goes running into the tub which has a spigot on one end of it. The person turns the spigot on and the blood is slowly filling a crystal goblet. In the background, you can hear the maniacal laughter of the person being distorted by a voice changer. The person never shows their face though. You can tell that the person is holding or wearing the camera because of the point of view. Jeremiah jumps up and starts to pace.
Jeremiah "Big Tiger" Hardin: "This bastard is one sick and twisted puppy! I swear, if I still had my clearance, I'd have searched them out and taken them down with extreme prejudice!!"
Diamond reaches out and takes Jeremiah's hand, stopping him mid stride. He looks down at her and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he sits slowly.
Jeremiah "Big Tiger" Hardin: "Sorry. It's just that The Angels are my family. Michael is one of my friends and he's like family too, and when one of them is hurting, it hurts all of us."
Dmitri looks around at the group, seeing their solidarity and loyalty and he swallows heavily.
Dmitri: "The only person who's even that close to me has been Tuscini, but I've never seen a bond as close as yours."
Dark Tiger walks over and puts a hand on Dmitri's shoulder with a deep sigh.
Dark Tiger: "Look, we know you have a thing for Gothika. We get it. Everyone sees it. Hell even Michael saw it. But you haven't really tried anything with her, and we respect you for that. So, regardless of what happens, I want you to know that my nephew and I count you as a friend. Anything you need you let us know."
Dark Tiger holds out his hand to Dmitri who looks at it for a moment, not knowing what to make of the gesture, but he nods slowly and shakes Dark Tiger's hand.
Dmitri: "I thank you for your expression of friendship. And I do apologize for my words. They were a bit callous. But I don't like it when Gothika's upset either."
Gothika shakes her head and sniffles, rubbing her stomach as it almost sounds like it's roaring at her, bending over with a gasp. Dmitri looks down at her.
Dmitri: "Have you not fed yet?"
Gothika shakes her head, finally letting out a slow breath.
Gothika: "I've eaten, but I've not drank any of the red yet."
Dmitri shakes his head with a heavy sigh.
Dmitri: "I know you're on this starvation diet so to speak, but you've got to drink, at least a little something."
Dmitri holds out his wrist to her, and she looks at it, watching the vein there slowly pulsing beneath his flesh. She shakes her head and closes her eyes, pushing his wrist away.
Gothika: "I can't! It's too dangerous! Besides, when I do give in to the hunger, the after effects are so strange, they would affect me in the ring. No, it's best if I go in with the hunger there. But I will go and see what kind of meat they're serving at the refreshments table. Maybe a little roast beef will at least hold the hunger at bay. It's not like I can just get a Snickers to satisfy me."
Diamond pats Gothika's arm and shakes her head.
Diamond: "No, you stay here. I'll go get you something. Come on babe. Go with me."
Diamond and Jeremiah walk off and Dmitri takes a seat beside Gothika, taking both of her hands in his, looking in her eyes.
Dmitri: "I also came to tell you that Tuscini asked Pinky to use his connections to see what they could dig up. There's still nothing that they could find out, but coupled with the leads I gave them, and what The Council gave us over the past week, there's more hope that we can find them."
Gothika nods and wipes her eyes. Her expression is turning from one of pain and anguish to that of fierce determination.
Gothika: "Thanks for that. But right now, I need to push this out of my mind and focus on our match we have coming up. Tell Orchid that I said I'm sorry in advance, but I've got so much rage going on right now, I don't even know what's about to happen."
Dmitri is about to speak, and she puts her fingertip on his lips and shakes her head.
Gothika: "You don't have to say it. I know what you're about to say. And no matter what happens, we're good. Always remember that. We're good."
Dmitri nods slowly and kisses the tip of her finger before he stands slowly.
Dmitri: "Then I will see you in the ring. Diamond and Jeremiah are back. I can smell the food. You enjoy your snack."
Dmitri strokes Gothika's cheek, and she nuzzles her face into his hand before he walks off. The camera zooms in slowly on Gothika's face before it fades out.
Simone: It's time for tonight's opening match and appropriately enough it's also the first Blast from the Past Tournament Match as Dmitri teams up with Orchid of the Elders to take on Dark Defender and Gothika of the Fallen, this match was scheduled to take place last week but due to circumstances beyond their control Mark and Christian decided to push the match forward a week.
Adams: Aside from Dark Defender all the competitors in this match are former champions and Gothika does want to make up for her disappointing performance in last year's tournament.
Simone: She faces an uphill battle if she wants to achieve that, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest scheduled for one fall and it is a first-round match in the Blast from the Past Tournament!
The lights go out and we can hear acoustic guitars start to play Devil's Work through the arena and later followed by the double singing of Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats when Dmitri walks out to the arena, all dressed in black or brown leather pants, a white blouse with his top buttons opened. We see a candle burn on the titantron as his name emerges. His eyes are piercing through the entire arena, as if he is searching for someone to drain his blood from.
Justin: Introducing team number one, first from Moscow, Russia, weighing in at 275lbs, Dmitri!
Lights emerge throughout the crowd as he starts to walk towards the ring, everywhere he walks the spotlight follows him. Allowing him to be the only one that is in the light while the rest of the arena is in complete darkness (except for the lights from the crowd). He finally gets on the ring apron as he once again looks through the entire crowd before entering the ring and stand in the middle of the ring awaiting his opponent as his music dies out.
Simone: Dmitri's partner in the Unholy Alliance James Tuscini was eliminated from the tournament last week so Gothika is not the only one looking to avenge a disappointing performance.
Adams: Given who he's facing he could very well join James in the loser's circle!
Justin: And his partner!
Orchid's theme song starts to play we see song and Orchid walking down the ramp. she gets half way down and pauses. Then she bows and then proceed to walk to ringside.
Justin: From FoShan, China, representing the Elders, Orchid!
She then jumps get land on the apron. she puts her hands on the ropes and flips over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see Orchid bowing to the fans.
Simone: Orchid has yet to hold single's gold in SCW but that could very well change, either by winning the tournament or pinning Jessie Salco to win the Bombshell Roulette Championship;
Adams: That's if Jessie gets passed round one tonight!
Justin: And their opponents!
The lights cut out as the opening guitars from "Sail" by Devildriver start to play through the PA system. A shadowy figure makes his way onto the stage as fog begins to fill the arena.
BOOM!
The guitars and drums kick in and a white spotlight shines down on Damian the "Dark Defender" kneeling in the center of the stage with his head resting on fist.
BOOM!
They kick in again and Damian jumps to his feet. Carrying a taped wooden axe-handle in his right hand he begins to make his way down the ramp as the music kicks on in full. He paces slowly down toward ringside, his eyes fixated on the ring, breathing heavy as he passes fans with their hands stretched out toward him.
Justin: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown.... weighing in at 248 pounds.....he is the "Dark Defender"......DAMIAN!
He gets to the steps and stops. He turns to face the crowd and stares for a moment, letting out heavy breaths, before turning back around in a hurry and slamming his axe handle down on the steps just as the chorus kicks in.
BOOM!
He steps up in much quicker fashion and glides through the ropes. He makes it tot eh center of the six-sided ring and raises up his axe-handle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He places it in the corner before slowly slipping off his combat vest. He adjusts his mask and then waits for the bell.
Simone: The Dark Defender hasn't been heard from since his short feud with Steve Ramone a couple of years back.
Adams: I doubt Steve remembers that feud, I don't remember if they ever had a match!
Justin: And his partner!
The lights go out and the screech of a raven fills the air. On the titantron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman as the sound of a woman's throaty scream fills the air. The beat of the music suddenly kicks in as the lights start to pulse blood red, as the sounds of "Blood" by In This Moment fill the air, and the silhouette reveals itself to be Gothika standing on the stage.
Justin: From Detroit, Michigan, representing The Fallen, Gothika!
The lights go back to normal and she stands there unmoving, almost cold and emotionless for a few moments, then she throws her fist in the air as she hisses at the crowd, baring her fangs before she walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, and slithers to the middle of the ring before she climbs to her feet. She then climbs a turnbuckle, throws her fist into the air, hissing at the crowd again. She jumps down and goes across the ring to the other turnbuckle and throws her fist in the air again, hissing at the crowd. She then slowly climbs down and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
Simone: There is quite a bit of championship pedigree representing the Bombshells in this match!
Adams: Yeah, we have two members of two of the most prolific groups in SCW not named the Mean Girls in this match!
Once Gothika's music stops Holly calls for the two teams to decide on who's going to start the match for the teams, after some discussion between the teams it is decided that the women will start off the match as Dmitri and Dark Defender climb out onto the apron prompting Holly to call for the bell.
DING DING DING
Adams: Gothika has the size and weight advantage on Orchid, the Chinese Bombshell is facing an uphill struggle here.
Gothika is the first to make a move on Orchid as she charges at her looking for a Clothesline but Orchid ducks underneath the attempt and starts using Martial Arts style kicks to Gothika's leg to cut her down eventually bringing her down to her knees letting Orchid follow it up with a Superkick to Gothika's jaw, Orchid goes for a quick cover
ONE
TWO
and Gothika powers out of the pin attempt! However, it quickly becomes apparent that Orchid's attacks have shaken the veteran Bombshell so she rolls out of the ring trying to stop Orchid's momentum in its tracks.
Simone: It didn't take Orchid long to go for her first pin attempt!
Adams: And it didn't take Gothika long to show her veteran instincts but Orchid is well known for her high-flying abilities!
Holly starts counting out Gothika whilst Orchid waits for an opportunity to go for a Suicide Dive, that opportunity arrives when Gothika stops pacing around at the count of five and Orchid grabs it by diving over the ropes and going for a Crossbody, unfortunately for Orchid Gothika saw it coming and catches her in midair before repeatedly driving Orchid back first into the nearest turnbuckle, whilst Holly's back is turned Dark Defender enters the ring and starts cheering on his teammate.
Simone: What's Dark Defender doing? Did anyone explain the rules of the tournament to him before he signed up?
Adams: I don't know but Dmitri is not about to let him stay in the ring for long!
Indeed, Dmitri spins Dark Defender around and the two men start brawling and Gothika is about to roll Orchid back into the ring when she sees this and alerts Holly to the situation, when Holly does see it she orders the two men out of the ring but they are too enthralled with their brawl to pay any attention to her so she starts counting them out, fortunately for the two teams Dmitri takes both men to the outside when he Clotheslines Dark Defender to the outside sending him out with him allowing Gothika to return to the ring with Orchid.
Simone: Unless I'm mistaken Gothika and Orchid were outside the ring for longer than ten seconds.
Adams: Yeah but I think Dmitri and Dark Defender's brawl caused her to lose count!
That does seem to be the case as Holly forgets all about the ten count and let's Gothika go for her first pin-fall of the match
ONE
TWO
and Orchid kicks out at the count of 2! Gothika knows better than to try to argue with an SCW referee over a slow count so she instead picks up Orchid only to be surprised by a jawbreaker sending her stumbling backwards and giving Orchid a moment to recover whilst the men continue their brawl on the outside and once she does recover Orchid hits a running Hurricanrana on Gothika!
Simone: What a move by Orchid!
Adams: And she's going for a cover!
ONE
TWO
...And Gothika kicks out! Meanwhile on the outside of the ring Dmitri and Dark Defender's brawl has started to wind down but the same can't be said for the action inside the ring as Orchid has just climbed the nearest turnbuckle and is waiting for Gothika to get back to her feet and when she does she goes for another Hurricanrana this time from the top rope but Gothika catches her and counters it with a running Powerbomb into the very turnbuckle that Orchid just leapt from!
Simone: That's going to hurt in the morning!
Adams: And maybe for the rest of the week!
Gothika goes for a cover once Orchid has stumbled out of the turnbuckle
ONE
TWO
...and Orchid kicks out at the last second, Gothika gives Holly a disbelieving look but Holly stands her ground and asserts that it was only a two count, unbeknownst to Gothika she just Powerbombed Orchid into her team's corner and whilst Gothika continues her argument Dmitri has leapt onto the apron and, despite having the Dark Defender in hot pursuit of him, gets the tag from Orchid Which Holly sees.
Simone: Dmitri gets the tag but Dark Defender is nowhere near his corner!
Adams: I think Dmitri is about to do something about that!
Rather than enter the ring as soon as he gets the tag Dmitri turns his attention to Dark Defender who he charges at and hits with a Running Clothesline from the apron! Dmitri picks up Dark Defender and starts walking him to his team's corner but just as they are about to reach it Dark Defender slams a knee into Dmitri's gut before sending him into the barricade! Realizing that Gothika needs to tag him in or his team risks being counted out by Holly Dark Defender quickly hops onto the apron, grabs the tag rope and lets Gothika tag him in!
Simone: That was the most unconventional tag sequence I've seen in this tournament and this year marks the fifth Blast from the Past Tournament!
Adams: It worked, didn't it?
Dark Defender seems happy to just let Dmitri be counted out by Holly whilst Orchid cheers on her partner from the apron, by the time Holly's count reaches the count of five Dmitri is back in the ring and Dark Defender quickly pounces on him first hitting an uppercut and then following that up with an Exploder Suplex! Dark Defender goes for the first pin of the match for the men
ONE
TWO
...and Dmitri kicks out! Dark Defender's inexperience quickly shines through as he starts arguing with Holly over a slow count almost immediately.
Simone: Dark Defender should know better, you're not going to beat a former champion like Dmitri with just one Suplex!
Adams: To be fair their brawl probably took a lot out of both men!
Dark Defender shakes his head before turning his attention to Dmitri who has used Dark Defender's distraction to recover and when Dark Defender tries to follow up on his attack Dmitri catches him with a shot to the gut winding Dark Defender and allowing Dmitri to hit him with a Brain Buster! Dmitri then floats over for a pin attempt
ONE
TWO
...and Dark Defender kicks out! Dmitri shakes his head knowing better than to try arguing with Holly instead picking up Dark Defender only to be surprised by an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
Simone: Impressive strength on display by the Dark Defender!
Adams: And he's going for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
and Dmitri kicks out! Rather than argue about it however Dark Defender decides that it's time he ended the match so he calls for his finisher!
Simone: He's going for the Eradicator!
Adams: If he hits this we might have a major upset on our hands!
Dark Defender gets Dmitri onto his shoulders but that's as far as he goes before Dmitri slips out the back with the aid of a couple of elbows to Dark Defender's face and then proceeds to whip Dark Defender off the ropes..........
Simone: Last Nail in the Coffin!
Adams: Stick a fork in Dark Defender, he's done!
Dmitri goes for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here are your winners, Dmitri and Orchid!
Simone: Great effort by Dark Defender tonight but in the end Dmitri's experience paved the way for his team's success.
Adams: Better luck next year Gothika!
After the match, Gothika starts to freak out. She's eyeing Orchid with a look that is all about rage and hunger. Her eyes suddenly start to bleed from ice blue and a deep red, and she's growling. Her fangs rip from her gums to their full length, and she lunges towards Orchid, only to be stopped as The Dark Defender grabs her around the waist and starts talking to Gothika, holding onto her as she tries to pull her back from Orchid. Orchid bails out of the ring and heads to the back as quickly as she can. The Dark Defender is using every ounce of strength he can to try to hold back Gothika who is snarling and thrashing about. In the process, she and the Dark Defender fall to the ground with a crash, and he rolls over on top of her, holding her down by her shoulders.
Simone: "Oh my God!! Is that what I think it is?"
Adams: "I think it is! She's going into a feeding frenzy! Quick! We need all of the crucifixes we can get!!"
Simone: "But crucifixes don't work on her!"
Adams: "Oh crap! You're right! EEEEPPP!! Hide me!!"
Suddenly, Dmitri appears behind the Dark Defender and roars.
Dmitri: "GET AWAY FROM HER!!!"
He grabs him around the neck, dragging him off of Gothika who scoots back away from them, watching Dmitri and hissing. Dmitri pulls The Dark Defender up high and his own fangs rip forth and he plunges them into the Dark Defender's neck with a growl. Gothika looks up, watching what's going on and she just starts breathing more and more quickly, her chest heaving as she watches Dmitri's feeding. She slowly pulls herself to her feet, when Evie Baang suddenly comes running down the ramp, and slides into the ring behind her.
Adams: "On no! Evie!! Now's probably not the best time to do what I think it is you're thinking of doing!!"
Simone: "Odette warned her about poking the bear."
Gothika is so intently watching Dmitri's feeding, she doesn't notice Evie behind her. Dmitri does see her though, and he lets go of the Dark Defender, throwing him down onto the mat and yells out.
Dmitri: "Watch out!!"
Gothika turns and Evie nails her in the head with the Bombshell Tag Team Championship belt. Gothika is spun around, but she doesn't go down. She's too deep in the blood lust. Dmitri is just watching, the blood he's just drunk singing in his veins. Evie bounces off the ropes and comes at her with the title belt for a second time and hits her again, and Gothika's spun around once more. She wobbles a bit, but doesn't go down. Evie howls and goes to hit Gothika for a second time, but when she swings, Gothika ducks, grabs her arm and headbutts her, making Evie stagger a bit and drop the title belt. Gothika's still got a hold to Evie's arm, and she spins her around, locking her in a hammerlock, and roars out before she sinks her fangs into Evie's neck.
Adams: "The Sweet Surrender!! She's doing it! OH MY GOD!! She's drinking Evie's blood!!"
Simone: "Yeah, she definitely poked the bear, and the bear is poking back big time. But from the looks of it, I think Evie's liking it!"
Evie's face sinks into a look of ecstasy, her eyes glazing over and she starts to moan, her hands clenching to fists at her sides as Gothika continues drinking. She's slurping away and her eyes start to change to a deeper red and begin to look almost black. She keeps drinking and drinking until she finally just lets Evie go, howling with her head thrown back as her body trembles. Evie sinks to her knees and sits there with a hand on her neck, breathing heavily as she looks up at Gothika face, her mouth drenched in Evie's blood.
Evie: "Does that make you feel better bitch?? Huh? That shit didn't' even hurt!!"
Evie tries to stand, but the blood loss makes her fall back down to her knees. She puts a hand to her head and you can tell she's groggy. Gothika continues howling, and Dmitri walks over to her, his own face drenched with the Dark Defender's blood. He stops in front of Gothika who is just looking at him, breathing deeply. Dmitri's eyes have turned black, and he smirks as he looks at Gothika. A low growl rumbles from his throat, and Gothika smirks and growls back at him for a moment before she launches herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabs a double handful of his hair and starts to kiss him deeply, both of them licking at the left over blood that's coated on their faces.
Adams: "Oh my... urk... that's just... ugh... just so gross!! They're swapping spit AND blood!! I think I'm gonna be sick!!"
Simone: "Is it a kiss, or are they cleaning each other off like cats do? That's just... yeah, you're right, it's gross! Oh, and please use the trash can. The last thing I need is to have you spew on the announcers table again. What's happening in the ring is not even close to what it's like when you do that."
Gothika and Dmitri finally pull back a bit, and Gothika smirks as she slowly climbs down off of him. She backs away from him and waves with a wiggle of her fingers before she climbs out of the ring and strolls back up the ramp, putting a bit more wiggle in her walk as she moves. Dmitri watches her walk off and nods, growling low. Evie is finally able to get her feet under herself. She picks up her title belt and climbs to her feet, then she walks over to Dmitri and taps him on the shoulder.
Evie: "You know I'm gonna fuck her up, right?"
Dmitri chuckles and shakes his head slowly.
Dmitri: "You can try, but I think you better wait until she's more herself. That is not a bear right there that you're poking, it's a viper who's ready to strike."
Dmitri swipes a drip of blood from off of the back of Evie's hand and bales out of the ring as the medics come down to treat Evie and the Dark Defender's wounds with the show going to break.
The scene opens with Ivan Darrell walking down the hall with the medical info regarding Andrew Garcia's injuries given by Doctor Ralph Wolf to Christian Underwoods office, which he has approached. He knocks on the door.
Christian: Don't just stand out there! I'm busy so haul it in here!
Ivan then enters his office, and approaches his desk.
Ivan: Hey Christian, I have some medical paperwork for you in regards to my husband, Andrew Garcia's injuries sustained at Blaze of Glory IV, as well as the doctors note requesting him take a minimum of six weeks off to let the ribs heal, and Doctor Wolf wants the SCW doctors to dictate how much longer Past that for the concussion he received.
Christian: Lovely. One of our top tag team stars. Why does everything happen to me?
The boss shakes his head and beckons with his hand.
Christian: Well then, c'mon. Hand it over. You have a match to get ready for.
Ivan hands the paperwork to Christian and then leaves the office as the scene fades to black.
The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage. The former 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: You know the current champ sucks when the former champ still gets to get out early on the show, while the current champ is sitting in the back complaining that he's not opening the show. Sorry Rage, these people actually wanna hear someone who can talk.
The crowd cheer, causing J2H to step back in a little surprise.
J2H: Did you actually cheer me?
The crowd cheer again as J2H looks confused.
J2H: Fucking hell, hashtag #CheerForJ2H.
He stops for a second, looking around, more confused by the second but as if a lightbulb appears above his head, a smile crosses his face.
J2H: I get it, you think Rage is so pathetic, you'll cheer me for insulting him.
Another cheer goes up through the arena.
J2H: Oh, in that case, you better get ready to cheer cause I'm about to rip that ugly son of a bitch a new one.
He smirks as he steps back.
J2H: You see what you've done Rage. You've fucked up so bad, that these fans would cheer me instead of you for taking the title. Check this.
J2H turns around to the fans with his arm out.
J2H: These have to be the ugliest, smelliest, bunch of inbreds I have ever seen. No wonder Detroit is a shit hole, filled with unemployment, when you look at how stupid these people are. Most of them couldn't even spell their name right.
A cheer comes from the crowd again, J2H unable to control his smiling.
J2H: See Rage, if you tried to flip yourself back to being a good guy by not giving me my title back, you really screwed the pooch on that, you really fucked up. You think people are stupid? You think I'm stupid? I know for a fact no matter what happened, no matter if I beat Drake Green, you was still gonna swoop in like a vulture to pick the bones of whoever won, because let's face it, you knew you couldn't beat Drake Green without having me kick his ass for the best part of an hour, and you sure as fuck knew you couldn't beat me without Drake Green beating on my ass for that long. You picked the bones of that match, you was always gonna do it, but because of your tiny little brain, you didn't think of one minor details.
He pauses for a second.
J2H: You didn't think about how invisible you become when you're on your own. You just can't do things on your own. You needed the Seven Deadly Sins for people to care about you, you needed that crazy fuck Electra for people to care about you, you needed Kittie so people could care about you, you needed me to make you visible and now you have nothing, do you know what that means?
He taps his chin.
J2H: It means no one cares about you Rage! It means you're gonna have to go begging back to Synn, making up bullshit stories about how you played me, but he ain't stupid, he's gonna know you played them and I hope he spits in your face. You handed yourself the title Rage when you knew you couldn't take it for yourself. These people were born stupid and even they know you're a fraud.
The crowd cheer loudly.
J2H: They know Drake Green got lucky against me. They know Rage wouldn't have beat Drake Green on his best day, the man is a paper champion, that deserves nothing, and they know this.
Again, the crowd cheer loudly.
J2H: I know Drake Green wants to jump in before me and take a shot at what should never have left my side. I know he feels he deserves it but Drake Green doesn't deserve it. I mean come on, who steps in for a shot, holds the belt for five minutes and thinks he should be ahead of me.
J2H shakes his head.
J2H: You shouldn't even be in the same building as me, let alone be in the same ring as me Drake. Christian said on Twitter that I should get the first shot, but if you want me to take you down first, send you back home to Mikah, where order can be restored with her as the bread winner and you as the guy who sits at home all day, I can help you out with that, because I will happily send you back there without a care in the world. You know I've never liked you and that ain't gonna change, so I will happily pop your hip or something, prove to the world you beat me on a complete fluke, and put you out of the picture for good.
He starts to pace the ring.
J2H: But this ain't about you Drake. This ain't about feeding your ego, it's about putting things right, putting the universe back to normal and that, I'm oddly sure Drake would agree on, is getting that belt away from Rage.
The crowd cheer again.
J2H: See with you Rage, as stupid as they are, they know what the phrase be careful what you wish for, really means. They wanted to see me lose the belt, they wanted to see Drake beat me, he did, what they didn't want is to see you with the belt. I saved you from being stale in the Seven Deadly Sins, overlooked for a guy with the mind of a child, and made you relevant again. Without me Rage, you're nothing. See the belt don't make the man, the man makes the belt and already, you've ruined what I created.
He takes a deep breath.
J2H: You ruined that belt already because there's only one person on this earth, just one in billions that thinks you deserve that title belt and it's you Rage. For some reason, you've felt entitled to something you didn't earn. You ain't beat anyone good in forever, you haven't come close to a main event in forever but you somehow think you're the one to lead this company? Well throwing in a ton of curse words and looking angry, shaking and sweating don't mean a damn thing, so I'm gonna tell you this, and I want you to record it so you can play it back over and over and over. You don't deserve the belt.
Crowd: You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it!
J2H smirks as he looks around.
J2H: You're on notice Rage, because that belt is coming back to me as soon as possible. That's real talk bitch!
J2H throws the microphone in the air as Light's Out.
Simone: Somewhere backstage, Rage is probably costing SCW it's security deposit.
J2H leaves the ring as the camera cuts elsewhere.
The scene opens backstage in the cafeteria where we see Jessie Salco surfing the internet on her laptop whilst the new Warbringer album "Woe to the Vanquished" plays in the background, the Bombshell Roulette Championship is lying by her laptop and she seems focused.
Simone: Jessie issued an open challenge last week to draw in challengers for the Bombshell Roulette Championship but she might not get that far if Chelsea beats her for the title tonight.
Adams: Remember that Chelsea can only win the title if she pins or makes Jessie submit, if Xander gets the pin on Nicolas then she holds onto the title!
The last song on the album, "When the Guns Fell Silent" ends and before Jessie can start playing another album she spots the camera, grins and turns her laptop around after she switches Firefox Tabs.
Jessie: After I announced my open challenge last week my Facebook and Twitter feed has lit up like a Christmas Tree because everyone thinks that I can't hold on to a title. Especially if that person is a member of the Mean Girls which is ironic when you consider that Veronica lost the Roulette Title to Amy on her first defense.
Jessie says before pointing to the "Social" tab in her Gmail account which has a lot of e-mails from Facebook and Twitter.
Jessie: Would be a shame to disappoint them if I lost the title tonight, right Chelsea? It's not going to happen, not only will I retain the title but my team will move onto round two of the BFTP Tournament, better luck next time Chelsea.
Jessie starts playing "Extinction" by Harlott as the camera cuts to ringside.
Simone: This match coming up is going to be one hell of a fight Jason. Celeste North, Mean Girl extraordinare is facing Crystal Millar, someone that we have seen can play both good girl and mean girl.
Adams: Let's go to Justin who will be doing the introductions.
I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring boos of the crowd are deafening. She isn't alone as her husband Jonathan comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of papara
i gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to pie face the crowd. The crowd boos loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Jonathan stays attached to his wife.Justin: From Hollywood California...returning to her hometown of Detroit...the Silver Screen Queen, Crystal Millar!
Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.
Simone: Now we are ready for her opponent to come out...
The lights in the arena drop down and "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment begins playing. The ring crew brings out a wooden plank, meant to resemble the Mean Girls Runway of yester-year, fastening it tightly to the ring, as it looks like it will fall apart at any minute. Before they can even disperse, the curtains open, and Celeste is wheeled out onto the ramp in front of a podium. A spotlight appears on her as a man dressed in a potato sack walks out behind her, helping her down onto the stage. She is dressed in a pair of red hot pants and a Mean Girls tank top tied just above the navel, and an opened hooded jacket. She has red streaks in her hair as she slightly pulls back her hood to show off her face and the obnoxiously sparkling tiara on her head, taking a drag from the cigar in her right hand.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Beverly Hills, California, standing at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 132 pounds... "Queen C"... CEEEEEEEEEELESTE NORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTHHHH!!!
She struts along the "runway" slowly, showing off everything she's got, a cigar in her hands. She takes a puff of it and winks as she exhales slowly. She then flips her hair from side to side seductively as men wearing dress suits and potato sacks over their heads line the runway, taking photos of her. Celeste takes a puff from the cigar before dropping it to the arena floor. The first hooded man holds the ropes open for her as she enters the ring. She struts around to the music for a moment, shedding her black hooded jacket. She puckers up her lips as she blows a deadly kiss to the fans, living her Mean Girls fantasy before moving to the corner corner, sinking down as her crew leaves the ringside area.
Simone: Well that is some kind of entrance Jason.
Adams: Now all we need is the Mean Girls to show up...
Simone: Speak of the devil and they appear.
Veronica Taylor and Mercedes Vargas move to ringside to sit and watch the match near the announce table after giving Belinda Simone and Jason Adams a smirk and a wave.
Adams: Well here we go Belly. Do you think I should invite those two over?
Simone: No!
DING DING DING
The bell rings as Celeste North looks across the ring at Crystal Millar who is strutting around the ring and taking in the crowd reaction. Rolling her eyes, Celeste moves towards Crystal and spins her around into a hard left slap that staggers her towards the ropes. Celeste smirks as she plays to the fans taking the boos as applause. Crystal brings a hand up to her lips to check for blood then glares at Celeste who turns back and starts to taunt the former champion. Crystal charges across the ring and is met by Celeste in a collar and elbow tie up that Crystal turns into a headlock. Celeste struggles to break the hold as Crystal rolls over her arm and catches her wrist to take her off her feet with a springboard armdrag in the middle of the ring. Crystal rolls through and then bouncing off the opposite ropes hits a dropkick on Celeste that slams the back of her head into the mat. Crystal rolls over and grabbing the leg of Celeste goes for a quick pin.
ONE!
Celeste kicks out of at one.
Simone: Very early for Crystal to go for a pin on Celeste. She needs to be beaten down more before you try something like that.
Adams: Crystal doesn't seem to agree with Jacob Summers about that. It looks like she is saying he made a slow count or something.
Crystal argues with the referee as Celeste rolls to the ropes where the Mean Girls are standing and urging Celeste to her feet. Veronica and Mercedes motion behind Celeste as Crystal comes across the ring which allows Celeste to duck the strike from Crystal then turn and grab her hand. Spinning, Celeste irish whips Crystal across the ring and into the corner where she follows her in. Leaping on her thighs, Celeste takes Crystal out of the corner with a monkey flip that lands Millar on her back arching in pain. Celeste pops back to her feet and moves to pick Crystal up by the hair and begins to rock her backwards with jabs and uppercuts. Sagging against the ropes, Crystal holds her hands up which Celeste can't believe. Holding her one hand against the sagging Millar, Celeste motions at the surrender only to have Crystal surprise her by pushing her hand away and grabbing Celeste by the hair to whip her across the ring where she lays grabbing her head .
Adams: Celeste in control until she got cocky and that was all Crystal needed to turn it around.
Crystal moves towards Celeste and picks her up to scoop her up and drive her back to the mat with a body slam. Celeste quickly rolls to her stomach as one hand moves to her lower back. Crystal rushes across the ring, leaping over the downed Celeste to springboard off the ropes and land a moonsault on the back of Celeste. Crystal gets to her knees as the Mean Girls reach into the ring and pull Celeste to the outside. Crystal looks at the three of them and then bouncing off the opposite ropes, she launchers herself through the ropes to take all three Mean Girls down.
Simone: Oh that isn't good, all three Mean Girls are on the floor.
Adams: At least Veronica and Mercedes are moving away from the action.
Celeste and Crystal lie on the mats on the outside breathing deeply as the referee stands at the ropes making his ten count. Celeste is the first one to her feet and pulls herself up and into the ring while Crystal slowly gets to her feet and crawls up the ring stairs then the turnbuckle to get to the top rope. Celeste gets to her feet and rushes the ropes to knock Crystal off the top and to the mat. Crystal drops and lays on the mat dazed as Celeste falls to her knees and pins Crystal.
ONE!
TWO!
Crystal puts her foot on the bottom rope. Celeste slams her hands against the canvas in frustration. Sliding out of the ring and grabbing Crystal by the foot, she pulls Millar towards the ringpost and then whips her leg into the hard steel forcing a scream of pain from Crystal who grabs her leg in pain. Celeste pushes her back and once more slams her leg against the ringpost while Summers counts. Before he can reach ten, Celeste rolls into the ring to break the count and then rolls back to the outside to once more grab the leg of Crystal.
Adams: Celeste is taking out Crystal's leg which would take away a lot of her offence.
Simone: As much as Crystal is in trouble, you can't count her out...
In desperation, Crystal pulls hard on her leg and pulls Celeste into the steel ringpost face first. Celeste drops to her knees as she covers her face. Crystal moves back into the middle of the ring to slowly get to her feet. Mercedes and Veronica help Celeste to her feet and into the ring to beat the ten count. Crystal moves to grab her and whip her into the opposite ropes only to catch her with a tiltawhirl armdrag attempt that fails as her attacked leg collapses from the pressure. Crystal grabs at the leg in pain as Celeste lays on the mat with her head clutched in her hands. The referee checks on both women then moves back as the two work their way to their hands and knees.
Simone: Both women are down but it looks like there is movement from Celeste North.
Adams: Celeste is on her feet as Crystal is just a few steps behind.
Celeste gets to a vertical stance first and is able to grab Crystal and spin her around to catch her by the midsection and launch her over her head with a German suplex. Not letting go, Celeste rolls her hips and gets both women to their feet before taking Crystal over again with another German suplex. Crystal clutches her head as again Celeste rolls her hips and brings the two up for a third and final release German suplex that leaves Crystal on the mat with her hands covering her head as she flops over to her stomach.
Adams: Smart move on Crystal's part to get to her stomach which forces Celeste to roll her over for a pin.
Celeste rolls over and pushes Crystal from her stomach and pins her to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
Summers makes it to two before Crystal manages to barely pull her shoulder off the mat. Celeste sits up in disbelief as Crystal again flops to her stomach before crawling towards the ropes. Celeste gets to her feet as Crystal pulls herself up in the corner. Celeste moves towards Crystal who leaps over the charge and then catches Celeste around her neck with her legs. Pushing off the ropes, Crystal hits a hurricanrana on Celeste that sends her across the ring.
Simone: Desperate move from Millar in this match.
Crystal can't make it to her feet as Celeste also gets to her hands and knees. Celeste moves towards Crystal who pulls her into a small package that Summers drops to make the count but Celeste easily kicks out of it. Celeste gets to her feet and clutches a handful of Crystal's hair to pull her to her feet and angrily whips her into the corner. Walking towards her, Celeste rubs her hands together as Crystal swings with a right hand at Celeste who easily avoids it.
Adams: Now Celeste is just toying with her.
Simone: Crystal looks like she is not going to give up without a fight.
Celeste smiles as she taunts Crystal who keeps Celeste away with wild swings and punches. Celeste watches for an opening and when Crystal tires enough, Celeste rocks back the head of Millar with a dropkick. Crystal sags in the corner as Celeste gets to her feet slowly realizing that Millar isn't in any shape to fight back. Standing, Celeste looks at Crystal then viciously uses a right hook and a European uppercut on Crystal in the corner.
Simone: Two thirds into the Homicidal finishing move of Celeste North.
Adams: And here comes the final bulldog to end it.
Celeste then grabs a handful of Crystal's hair and then turning, she uses a running bulldog to drive Crystal's head into the canvas. Smiling, she rolls over Millar and catching her leg, lies across Millar.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Summers signals for the bell
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match...Celeste NORTH!!
Celeste gets to her feet and then kicks Millar out of the ring and to the floor where she is checked on by medical as the Mean Girls celebrate in the ring.
Simone: Celeste North wins this match and I don't think that Crystal will forget this night for sure.
Adams: I don't think that she is going to remember it after being the Homicidal victim that she was tonight.
Medical helps Crystal to her feet and backstage as the Mean Girls climb out of the ring and follow them with taunts before turning to take in the boos of the crowd before disappearing through the curtain.
Kris is sitting on one of the wooden crates lining the wall in the backstage area of the arena. He does not seem that he is still less than excited about being in Detroit. To replace his brother, he brought along an old friend, a wooden mallet that stands roughly four feet tall. The handle of it is balanced on the ground while he spins the large end of it in a circle with his hands, catching it before it falls each time.
Kris: Only a matter of time....
The camera turns from him, following the former champion's field of vision to the catering area. The camera comes back to him, and the smile on his face grows wider when he hears approaching footsteps. His attention pulls away from catering to the hallway, but he seems slightly disappointed by who is there to greet him. Chelsea Payne stops, and gives him a slight side smile.
Chelsea Payne: Awe, are you disappointed to see me? I guess it has something to do with that...
She nods to the mallet.
Chelsea Payne: So tell me, who's face do you have a desire to demolish with a mallet?
He looks down at the mallet, and then over to the catering area, before coming back to rest his eyes on Chelsea.
Kris: It's just deterrence. Detroit is the rusty sheriff's badge of cities. You have to carry protect. Especially when you have the intent to mess with people. No matter how pissed off people get, rarely do they want to risk being hit in the face with a big ass wooden mallet in order to get even.
She shrugs.
Chelsea Payne: Fair enough. But since I have you, appreciate the words about me in your promo.
He shakes his head and waves her words off, leaning to the side to look around her and into catering the man he is waiting for approaches one of the tables.
Kris: Oh, look how delicious the cookies are...
Chelsea turns, and watches as Shannon Quint, the man who is tasked with babysitting Kris now that his brother is not around, grabs one of the cookies from the table and drops it into a napkin. She takes a quick look at Kris, noticing he can barely keep a straight face. When she turns back to Shannon, he raises the cookie to his mouth and takes a bite. Almost immediately his face twists up in response to the bitterness and he spits it out into the napkin in his hand. Looking panicked, he immediately makes his way to a second table, grabbing a bottle of water. Chelsea turns back to Kris, but he shakes his head and nods towards catering.
Kris: Oh, it's not over...
She turns back around seeing Shannon frantically going through the bottles of water unable to unscrew any of the lids. After trying each of them, he angrily flips the table over and walks away to find some other source of relief. Chelsea chuckles, she starts to walk past him seeing that he wasn't the type to take compliments well.
Chelsea Payne: Don't let me interrupt your fun.
Seeing that Shannon was not coming back, he pushes off of the crate, slinging the mallet over his shoulder and walking next to her down the hallway.
Kris: Where is your blacker, louder, similarly fun sized boyfriend?
Chelsea Payne: Back in the locker room. I just came out to grab a bottle of water but you made that impossible.
She shrugs.
Kris: Is he as excited as you are about this title match tonight? You could be walking away with some gold this time.
He smiles, and then raises his forearm out to her chest to stop her from walking through an intersecting hallway where Shannon runs past fanning his face.
Chelsea Payne: Do I even want to know what you did to that poor man?
Kris shakes his head.
Kris: You do not.
Chelsea laughs watching Shannon desperately trying to find some kind of relief and still coughing over his not so sweet dessert.
Kris: He will be okay.... probably.
He shakes his head, and then turns down the hallway, starting off in the opposite direction from where she was going. He turns around to face her.
Kris: For the record though, if I can hold titles here, you shouldn't even break a sweat winning one of your own. Just don't let Xander fuck it up for you.
She smiles.
Chelsea Payne: I had no intention of doing so. He can stand on the apron and just enjoy the show.
She nods her head and moves to walk around him. He watches her go, the camera turning back to him as she rounds the corner back to her locker room. Just before the camera starts to fade, Shannon comes up behind Kris, out of breath.
Shannon Quint: Something is horribly wrong with the cookies.... And I'm pretty sure someone super glued all the water bottles closed....
He leans forward, placing his hands on his thighs while he tries to catch his breath. Kris looks down at him for only a second and shakes his head.
Kris: Who would do a thing like that?
The scene opens in the studio in the Michigan State Fairgrounds Coliseum where Scott Oliver is sitting at a desk. James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando are sitting on a couch, off to the side of the desk, similar to how guests are seated on The Tonight Show. Scott Oliver is dressed in a blue business suit. Pinky del Ferrando is dressed in a sharp-looking black pinstriped suit. James, on the other hand, decided to come to the call-in question and answer session dressed in blue jeans, a blue pull-over shirt, and black athletic shoes.
Scott: I welcome you two, James and Pinky, to a special question and answer session where viewers call into the program and you answer their questions. Although you two are able to refuse to answer anyone's question I would like to ask you to at least try to give a sensible answer as millions of people are watching. Our first caller is Casey, from Nashua, New Hampshire. Welcome to the show. What is your question?
Casey: My question, well it is a comment and not really a question, is that I feel Pinky del Ferrando reminds me of Paul Heyman. I see Pinky as a shifty, underhanded, asshole, like Paul Heyman, and I don't like that behavior from a Manager. What do you have to say for yourself Pinky?
Pinky: What the...??? I took great pride to portray myself, and model myself, after Freddy Blassie, who was the classiest wrestler and Manager ever in the history of wrestling. I wear really nice suits like Blassie did. I get in everyone's face like Blassie did. I'm classy like Blassie. Look at Paul Heyman. He's a fat, bald, piece of crap, and you say I remind you of him? I take offense to that and you're lucky not to be in this studio right now. You call me shifty, underhanded, and an asshole? I've got news for you Casey I'm not shifty or underhanded.
Casey: But you admit to being an asshole?
Pinky: Hell yeah I'm an asshole as I'm full-blooded Sicilian Italian but I'm not shifty nor underhanded. Thanks for your question now get lost!
Scott: Our next caller is Andy in Atlanta, Georgia. You said you have a question for both James and Pinky?
Andy: My first question is for James and then I have another question that pertains to both James and Pinky. James there have been many wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling who try to claim you are not a good wrestler and you haven't accomplished anything. Could you straighten them out by explaining to them how quickly you won the Roulette Championship and how successfully you defended it?
James: I officially signed on to Sin City Wrestling on February 16, 2016. I earned the Roulette Title Belt in my fifth match in Sin City Wrestling, which was on May 1, 2016, by defeating Steve Ramone. There aren't many wrestlers who can lay claim to earning a Title Belt in their fifth match after signing up to work in a Wrestling Federation. I successfully defended the Roulette Championship five times until September 4, 2016, when I lost the Title Belt to Johnny Tsunami. The only person at fault for my losing the Roulette Championship to Tsunami is me. I was so successful defending the Roulette Title Belt that I took Johnny Tsunami lightly and it cost me the match. But then on September 25, 2016, when I had the re-match against Tsunami, I defeated him and regained the Roulette Title Belt. Yes I lost the Roulette Championship again, this time to Steve Ramone, on November 20, 2016. I can't think of many wrestlers who can lay claim to two Championships in seven months or less.
Scott: That was a great question and a great answer James. You said you have a joint question for James and Pinky. Could you please state your question?
Andy: Pinky mentioned last week that the Italian Mafia asked him to move to Atlanta, Georgia, for a two-year assignment, to help them out. Atlanta is my home area, actually I'm located in Duluth, Georgia, about 20 miles Northeast of Atlanta, and it is a pleasure to know you will be moving to my area soon. For Pinky I want to know if you are asked by the Italian Mafia to do a hit on someone, or be asked to do something else that is classified as violating the law, would you willingly do what they ask you to do? For James I want to know if once you and Pinky move to the Atlanta Metro area if you like if here would you make Atlanta your permanent home instead of returning to San Francisco?
Scott: Wow! That's a lot of stuff to answer. Pinky I will ask you to respond first.
Pinky: When someone takes on a commitment to support the Italian Mafia there may be times when they ask you to do an assignment you may not wish to do. Although some people feel I'm a jerk and an asshole I would probably try to negotiate my way out of a request from the Italian Mafia to kill someone or do something that would be classified as violating the law. However if someone went off on them and they needed an ass kicking to get them in line, or to let them know the Italian Mafia won't take their crap, then I would gladly accept the assignment and go at it. I draw the line as violating the law and, as I just mentioned, I would have to seriously consider if it is something I should do. At my age of 63 I don't feel like going to Prison for anyone or anything.
James: I'm gonna be straight up with you Andy. I was born and grew up in California in San Francisco and so has Uncle Pinky. San Francisco is our home but the cost of living, and having to deal with the tens of millions of entitlement elite whiner snowflakes is taking a toll on us. I know that the State of Georgia, including the Atlanta Metro area, is less populated, there are less entitlement elite snowflakes, and I'm sure if we like it there we will purchase a home so we can stay there and sell our home in San Francisco. On the events schedule for Sin City Wrestling you see that on April 23, 2017, we are performing in Washington, DC. What Pinky and I will do is move our stuff to Atlanta to the apartment we are renting, until we decided we want to stay and purchase a home, and then drive up to Washington DC for Climax Control. Hope that answered your questions to your satisfaction.
Scott: Our next caller is from the San Francisco Bay Area and her name is Kathy. Welcome to the program Kathy what is your question for James and Pinky?
Kathy: As you two are life-long residents of the San Francisco Bay Area as I am, but you are moving to Atlanta, Georgia, and the Raiders are apparently moving to Las Vegas, what is your take on support for the San Francisco 49'ers and the Oakland Raiders or will you change your support to the Atlanta Falcons?
Pinky: I will start with my response to your question Kathy. ?m more the 49'ers fan as I grew up with them. I see the Raiders more as a rival for attention to the Bay Area fans than a team I would support. Even though I'm moving to Atlanta I'll always place the San Francisco 49'ers as my home team that I'm loyal to no matter how they perform during the season.
James: I?ve always been split between the 49'ers and Raiders. So when I move to Atlanta I'll still support the San Francisco 49'ers as my home team that I'm loyal to. As for the Raiders this will be the second time they turned their back on the City of Oakland, rather than staying and supporting the City that gave them a place to call home when the team started out, so since they have no loyalty to the San Francisco Bay Area then I no longer have any loyalty to them. As far as supporting the Atlanta Falcons? Sorry but any team that could take a 20-plus point lead in the Superbowl over the New England Patriots and blow the lead to lose is not a team I want to support.
Scott: Thanks for that great question Kathy from Vallejo, California. Our next caller wants to remain anonymous so we can only speculate who this caller might be. Mystery caller what is your question for James and Pinky?
Anonymous Caller: Okay, Tuscini, so you've held the Roulette Championship twice within the first year you served in Sin City Wrestling. I'll admit not many people have enjoyed that level of success but I still feel you are a worthless piece of crap and you should have never held the Roulette Title Belt in the first place. What do you have to say for yourself?
James: Haven't we been through a caller like this before? It has to be either Steve Ramone or Travis Nathaniel Andrews to come across with vicious comments like that. Regardless who the mystery caller is I will respond to their question and comments. I accomplished holding the Roulette Championship twice in a short period of time because I'm a damn good wrestler. Nobody handed anything to me. I didn't purchase the wins I had over Steve Ramone and Johnny Tsunami. I earned everything I achieved. I can't sit here and lie on national television and try to state that I didn't have a rather dismal end to 2016 and not a great start in 2017 as it wasn't up to my normal level of performance. What caused it? Most likely it was a combination of taking opponents lightly and being too nice. Recently you saw me change my entrance music to Alice Cooper's "No More Mister Nice Guy" because I'm turning into the Italian Demon Monster again and I don't give a damn who gets hurt in the process of rising to the top of the Sin City Wrestling ladder of success. Hope that adequately answered your question.
Anonymous Caller: That will suffice for now. How about you Pinky? Do you think you intimidate people by being an official member of the Italian Mafia? Do you think we're impressed because you wear fancy suits? Do you think we cower in fear over your threats to beat people up who try to interfere in the matches James is involved in? How do you answer those allegations?
Pinky: I would say f*ck you but we're on national television, with millions of people watching, and I simply won't do that. *ahem* I didn't join the Italian Mafia for the purpose of intimidating anyone. I joined because they asked me to join and I felt it was an honor to officially become a member. I don't care if anyone is impressed or not by the clothing I choose to wear to ringside to serve as the Manager to James. You often see me away from the ring wearing sweat pants, sweat shirt, or other casual clothing, so don't try some crap with me over the wearing of suits to ringside to serve as James' Manager. As far as your question goes whether I feel others cower in fear over my promise to beat the hell out of them if they try to interfere in the matches of James it honestly doesn't matter if they take me seriously or not. If they cower in fear then it means they won't attempt to interfere in James' matches. If they don't cower in feat, but they want to be cocky assholes, then let them attempt to run-in and interfere in the matches of James. I assure you that after I beat them to within an inch of their life, and they wake up in the Intensive Care Unit, and they are told how they ended up in the ICU, they will cower in fear after that. By the way you're such a piss ant jerk don't ask me any further questions.
Scott: Anonymous caller do additional comments or questions for James Tuscini before this call-in question and answer session is over?
Anonymous Caller: James I heard the rumors that you wish to challenge again for the Roulette and Internet Championships. Currently Ryan Keys owns the Roulette Championship. Despayre currently holds the Internet Championship and after Climax Control 176 there's a chance Lord Raab could be the Internet Champion. Do you feel you can defeat any of these three wrestlers? I mean, come on, you failed to defeat Despayre and you seem to have trouble defeating Raab.
James: I've defeated Ryan Keys so many times my calculator exploded trying to add up the number of times. As far as Despayre goes I will admit I lost against him two times with one of those times with the Internet Title Belt on the line. It wasn't that I didn't do well in the match as I brought it on to Despayre. It simply came down to him being able to squeak by for the win. I haven't yet had the pleasure of facing off against Lord Raab in Singles competition. I'm up for any opponent, in any type of match, and if there is a Title Belt on the line it makes the match even more interesting.
Scott: I wish to thank James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando for agreeing to this viewer call-in question and answer session. I also wish to thank the callers for their great questions. That's it from us in the Studio so we will return the programming to other things going on tonight.
Simone: This is another match in the Blast from the Past tournament Jason and this one is special considering that one of these teams had a last minute replacement added last week.
Adams: Jeremiah Hardin getting former winner Brandi Shotze as a partner, what a surprise that was. Speaking of...
The opening chords to "Boom Boom" by The LoCash Cowboys blasts through the speakers. As the vocals kick in, Brandi Shotze appears at the top of the ramp. She looks around the crowd nodding and starts to walk down the ramp. She climbs the steps and gets in ring. Brandi walks to the corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle. She raises her arms and jumps down, staring across the ring.
Justin: Hailing from Lynchburg Tennessee...Brandi SHOTZE! And her partner... from Richmond Virginia, being accompanied to the ring by his uncle Dark Tiger, standing six feet five 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!
Jeremiah 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. Jeremiah comes down the ramp and fist bumps with the fans. Jeremiah roars when the Yeoooowwww! comes and he slides in the ring and then gets on the turnbuckle and roars and the crowd roars with him..
Simone: Now we are ready for their opponents to come out...
The song "19 N gel fr Sophie" by Eisregen is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. Slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals. The fans are cheering at her, but she seems not to notice it. As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still cheer and Amanda poses for them, making sure that she really looks cute and sexy. She runs her hands all over her body and swings her hips in a sensual way then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and blows some kisses into the direction of the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.
Justin: From LA California, welcome back...Amanda Cortez! And her partner, from El Paso Texas...weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds...Ivan DARRELL!
The opening piano notes to Fozzy's "SOS" starts to blast through the speakers, as red and black lights start to flash, the black cutting through the red to create a brownish effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
Ivan appears at the top of the ramp, with his manager and tag team partner, Casey Williams and Andrew Garcia behind him, the trio looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
Ivan lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The MMA Master starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey and Andrew following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Ivan puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope, and Andrew follows Ivan by going between the ropes. Ivan raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Simone: We have a returning Brandi Shotze who is teaming with Jeremiah Hardin and aren't you just excited to see her return Jason?
Adams: You have no idea Belly. You have no idea.
Simone: As you know, this match will see the men facing the men and the bombshells facing the bombshells. And there is the bell...let's get this match started.
The bell rings as Ivan and Jeremiah leave the ring for Brandi and Amanda to start this off.
DING DING DING
Brandi and Amanda circle in the middle of the ring as Ivan and Jeremiah shout encouragement to both bombshells. Amanda ducks under a grab from Brandi and circles her to grab her from behind and attempt a suplex that Brandi blocks by grabbing the arms of Amanda and pulling her back around to face Brandi who then drops the smaller woman with a hard right forearm to the chest. Amanda staggers away clutching her chest as Brandi plays to the crowd. Following Amanda, Brandi whips her into the corner then she mounts the second turnbuckle intent on punching Amanda who has sagged low enough that Brandi dismounts from the second turnbuckle and to the mat. Amanda looks at the bigger woman and then quickly leaps on the bottom ropes to hit a springboard elbow on Brandi that rocks her back slightly. Amanda is up and back to the corner to climb up and stand on the top rope. Launching herself at Brandi, Amanda is caught in mid-air and then thrown over the shoulder of Brandi who drops her to the match with a powerslam. Amanda arches in pain and rolls to the corner where Ivan is standing. Brandi follows her but Amanda tags in Ivan who slides between the ropes slowly.
Simone: It looks like Amanda has had enough of Brandi Shotze and is tagging in her partner.
Adams: And it looks like Brandi isn't afraid of Ivan...she is standing her ground. She wants Amanda back into the fight.
Drew Patton moves to where Brandi is and tells her that she needs to tag in her partner as Amanda grabs the tag rope and Ivan motions for her to go tag in Jeremiah. Reluctantly, Brandi backs away from the pair and tags in Jeremiah who leaps over the top rope and walks towards Ivan Darrell who is standing in the middle of the ring. Hardin holds out his hand and smiles as Ivan just gives it a look then shakes his head slowly. Hardin pulls back the hand and both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Ivan manages to turn the hold into a headlock then pulls over Hardin with a hip toss that makes him arch in pain and grab at his lower back. Darrell reaches for the downed Jeremiah and pulls him to his feet, rocking him back towards the corner with kicks. Once Jeremiah is in the corner, Ivan stands looking at the crowd before leveling hard knife handed blows to the upper chest of Hardin who covers up his upper body with each blow only to have Ivan straighten him up again and deliver another knife edge chop.
Adams: Those hands that Ivan is throwing have got to hurt!
Ivan whips Jeremiah hard into the turnbuckle across the ring and watches as he falls to the mat. Ivan moves across the ring with a forwards roll and leaps for a senton but Jeremiah gets his knees up and Ivan lands awkwardly on the knees before falling on the mat holding his lower back. Jeremiah rolls to the side and gets to his feet as does Ivan. Jeremiah is able to catch his wrist and whips Ivan across the ring and catch him with a shoulder tackle that doubles Darrell in half. With the air driven from his lungs, Ivan rolls towards the ropes to pull himself up. Jeremiah also gets to his feet and charges with a clothesline rocking Ivan back. Pulling Ivan off the ropes and into the middle of the ring, Jeremiah pulls his head into his side and then throws Ivan's arm over his shoulder. Before Hardin can use a suplex to bring the bigger man over, Ivan reverses it into an awkward hip toss that sends Jeremiah towards his corner where he tags in Brandi once more.
Simone: Once more Brandi and Amanda need to get in the ring. I think that Jeremiah was just surprised by Ivan and he needs to regroup.
Adams: Well the big Tiger did have Ivan on the ropes or so he thought. Now let's see what Amanda can do to capitalize on this.
Amanda gets into the ring and charges across it even before Brandi can get into the ring and takes Brandi down with a springboard leg drop on the back of her head. Brandi goes down hard as Amanda gets to her feet and pulls the woman up. Brandi staggers slightly as she rubs at the back of her head and glares at Amanda who move to the corner and climbs to the second rope. As Brandi moves towards her, Amanda launches herself off the ropes and catches Brandi around the head with a DDT attempt but Brandi holds on to the ropes as Amanda swings in her grip. Using her momentum, Brandi drops Amanda with a sidewalk slam that has Cortez grabbing at her lower back in pain as she kicks the mat. Brandi rolls Amanda over and goes for the pin on Cortez.
ONE!
Adams: First pin of the match but I don't think that she has it on well enough.
Simone: Drew Patton only getting a one count on the pin.
Amanda gets to her feet and rushes to the ropes once more. As Brandi gets to her feet, Amanda spins intent on hitting the trouble in paradise but Brandi manages to stagger out of the way and avoids the kick. With Amanda off balance, Brandi bounces off the ropes slightly and takes down Cortez with a clothesline from hell. Amanda rolls to the ropes and pulls herself up and as Brandi charges towards her, Amanda meets her with her strike of a goddess that rocks the head on Brandi back. Amanda jumps on the ropes and launches herself off with a moonsault that lands on the downed Shotze. Amanda grasps at the leg of Brandi and rolls her up for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Simone: Amanda is game to try and win this match but only gets a two count.
Adams: This time it is Brandi that tags out.
Brandi reaches up and tags in Jeremiah who slides between the ropes and into the ring. Motioning across the ring for Ivan to join him, Jeremiah waits until Amanda leaves the ring before moving towards Ivan who meets the attack with a throat choke that has Jeremiah staggering away. Ivan follows him delivering hard right punches that keep rocking Hardin back into the corner. Grabbing Hardin by the head, Ivan pulls him out of the corner then starts to slam right and left punches into the face of Hardin who tries to cover his head and protect it. Ivan plays to the crowd which opens him up enough for Hardin to hit him with a haymaker that rocks him backwards. Shaking off the hit, Ivan charges towards Jeremiah who uses another shoulder tackle to take Ivan off his feet.
Adams: Jeremiah Hardin looks like he is getting into a bad way. He needs to realize that he has to get Ivan off his feet more often to try and take him out.
Ivan rolls through with the shoulder tackle and catches Jeremiah by the feet as he is rolling to get to his feet. Ivan rolls Hardin over and sits back with a boston crab that makes Hardin scream in pain. Jeremiah covers his head to keep himself from tapping as he fights the pain. Putting his hands on the mat, he pulls hard towards the ropes hoping to reach them to break the hold. Ivan sits back a bit more settling into the hold but Jeremiah manages to drag himself closer to the ropes. Ivan looks back just in time to see Jeremiah catch the bottom rope with his fingers. Ivan reluctantly lets the hold go after Patton counts to four. Hardin stays at the ropes, breathing heavily as he pulls himself up. Ivan taunts him before slamming a hard right into the face of Hardin sending him back to the mat.
Simone: This is not looking good for Jeremiah, he needs to make a tag to Brandi.
Ivan Darrell stands over Jeremiah putting his body between Hardin and his partner. Jeremiah reaches up and tries to move the body of Ivan with a punch to the midsection that winds Darrell but doesn't manage to move him. Jeremiah tries again with a shoulder tackle into the stomach of Ivan but it barely budges him. Ivan watches as Hardin is fighting his way to his feet. Smiling viciously, Ivan steps back towards Brandi as does Hardin, his hand out for the tag. Before he can tag in Brandi, Ivan levels him with a hard round house kick that sends Hardin to the mat hard. Brandi calls out to Jeremiah as she reaches as far into the ring as she can. Ivan climbs the turnbuckle where she is standing as Brandi curses at him. Laying in the middle of the ring, Hardin is unable to avoid the Hanging six frog splash from Darrell from the top rope. Rolling up Hardin, Ivan goes for the cover.
Adams: It looks like this match is over!
Simone: I don't think there is anywhere or any way that Hardin will be able to kick out from that.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Drew Patton signals for the bell as Amanda jumps on the ring apron. Brandi rushes into the ring to check on her partner as Ivan and Amanda have their arms raised before mounting opposite corners.
Justin: The winners of the match and moving on in the Blast from the Past tournament...IVAN DARRELL AND AMANDA CORTEZ
Simone: I can't believe it Jason...Former winner Brandi Shotze leaving the tournament in the first round as well as Jeremiah Hardin. I guess that stranger things could happen I suppose.
Adams: You have to give it to Ivan and Amanda, they fought a great match.
Amanda and Ivan still stand on separate corner turnbuckles taking in the chants of the fans.
The backstage area can be seen and Polly Playtime walks into the frame, continuing on her walk until she comes to the locker room door that says "Jet City". She pretties up her hair as good as it will go and then knocks on the door. There is no response to that so she calls in, sweetly, but probably with ulterior motives.
Polly: "Kris, are you in there? I need to speak with you..."
There is still silence. Polly taps her left foot on the floor and then just decides to turn the door knob. The door actually opens and she walks right into the room. She holds the fingers of her left hands right to her nose, as to her it obviously doesn't smell good.
Adams: "I'm so happy I'm not in that room! Though maybe I should go save Polly!"
Polly is about to turn and leave, but Kris Halc appears in the doorway behind her, startling her with his words.
Kris: "I was actually out looking for you."
Polly: "Oh were you now?"
Kris: "Yes, but no harm done. Though it does stink in here. Let's go somewhere better. Jason must have been here. I'm sorry about that."
Polly: "Oh, okay."
Kris gets out of the doorframe, to allow Polly to pass back through. It is in the hallway where they talk, in fresher air.
Polly: "That's better. I just wanted to tell you, no matter what happens out there in the ring tonight, I won't consider you a loser Kris. I don't normally do this Kris, but consider tonight just the beginning of #PrettyCity."
Kris: "Okay then. I'm fine with that. But I'd feel much better, and I know you would too, if we advance to the second round. After Brother Grimm and Misty are out of the way, this tournament will DEFINITELY be ours to win."
Polly nods in agreement before offering up her response.
Polly: "You couldn't be more right. So, let's get this business done. If you're good, maybe then I'll do something I've never done, and give you a present."
Kris glimpses at Polly and he can see her green eyes sparkle. She winks at him, in an evil manner of course.
Kris: "You don't have to tell me twice! Let's go!"
The two head off down the hallway, both anticipating their first round Blast From The Past matchup.
The camera opens up backstage just inside the Bombshell locker room. Three-time former World Bombshell Champion and Hall of Famer, Misty, is seen finishing getting ready for her Blast From the Past match in a short while. She's lacing up her boots, all alone at the moment, when there is a knock on the door. She doesn't look up as she responds.
Misty: The door's open!
The person on the other side knocks again, ignoring her invitation to walk inside.
Misty: I said the door is open! No one else is in here but me!
She finishes lacing up her boots as the person knocks a third time. Having had enough, she pushes herself back to her feet and lets out a sigh. She walks to the door, grabs the knob and swings the door open.
Misty: Did you NOT hear...
Her voice cuts off quickly as she comes face to face with her former fiancee and the father of her child, O'Malley. Regret is written all over his face and he grips a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand as she stares at her.
Misty: What are you doing here?
O'Malley holds the flowers out to her.
O'Malley: I wanted to talk to ye.
Misty eyes the flowers for a moment before letting her eyes drift back to O'Malley, never once letting herself let her guard down. Regardless of how she feels about him, she's still angry with him.
Misty: I have a match shortly, O'Malley. I don't have time to talk to you and what the hell am I supposed to do with those flowers?
O'Malley frowns, but his nod is evidence that he expected this reaction from her.
O'Malley: I know, love. I was hoping we could talk after yer match. As for the flowers...Well, I thought ye might like them, but I guess I was wrong.
O'Malley went to lower the flowers and find a place to set them, but Misty lets out a sigh and quickly takes them from his hands.
Misty: You know I love lilies. But O'Malley, I can't...I can't be doing this right now.
O'Malley: As I said, love...I know. I just couldn't let things stand the way they were the other day. Or even a couple months ago. Maybe we could talk over dinner after yer match? If yer up to it?
Misty sets the flowers down on a bench next to her and she looks back to O'Malley, folding her arms.
Misty: That's up in the air right now, O'Malley. I don't know how I'm going to be feeling after this match because it all depends on the outcome. It's bad enough I'm teaming with Brother Grimm.
O'Malley: Fair enough, but either way I think it might do ye some good. Might do us some good...
Misty raises an eyebrow at O'Malley, understanding what he means by that. She shakes her head and is about to respond, but O'Malley holds his hand up.
O'Malley: Just...don't worry about that right now, love. Focus on yer match, because I don't want to be the reason ye get distracted out there. Just...be careful. And good luck.
Without warning, O'Malley leans in and gives Misty a quick kiss on the cheek. It takes her off guard and she's left at a loss for words before O'Malley turns and walks off down the hall. She watches him disappear and then takes in a deep breath before shaking her head and disappearing back inside the Bombshell locker room.
We see Ryan Keys walking down the hallway in the backstage area. He is dressed in his normal skimpy wrestling tights, he has no shirt on so as to show off his awesome body, and he has the Roulette Title slung over his shoulder. Ryan is happily greeting others he meets while on his walk around the backstage area. As Ryan turns the corner he nearly bumps into another two-time Roulette Champion James Tuscini. Keys attempts to pass by Tuscini but with every attempt James blocks Ryan and won't let him get by.
Ryan Okay, James, what's up? Apparently there's something on your mind.
James: Yes there is something on my mind. You being a two-time Roulette Champion like me is on my mind. The fact that I don't like having you as a two-time Roulette Champion like me is on my mind. I challenge you to a one-on-one wrestling match, with the Roulette Title Belt on the line, as I want to break the tie and move up into the exclusive three-time Roulette Champion Club. What's your answer Keys?
Ryan Keys rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh.
Ryan: James you are not in line for a shot at the Roulette Title at this time. You were in line after Steve Ramone defeated you but you got over-confident and you challenged Xander Bishop for a Grudge Match and you put your re-match contract on the line. If my memory serves me correctly Xander defeated you in the Street Fight Grudge Match and he is now the holder of the re-match contract you once had. Right now it appears the order of challengers for my Roulette Title is Steve Ramone, then Xander Bishop, then anyone else Management wants to send my way, and then maybe you can have a shot. Maybe by the time you get your shot at me and the Roulette Title again I will have lost it and regained it to be a three-time Roulette Champion before you? Wouldn't that be amusing?
James: I don't find a damn thing amusing about what you said except I find it amusing that you are trying to come up with a hundred and one ways to get out of having to face me again. That's okay Ryan. Just watch your back at all times as you never know what's around the next corner.
Ryan Keys brushes past James Tuscini without saying anything. James turns and watches Ryan walk down the hall. Keys turns around and smiles before continuing off down the hallway.
James: That little pretty-boy punk ass is gonna be sorry he tried to make fun of me. I'm gonna have a talk with Mark and Chris and ask them to give me a shot at Keys and the Roulette Championship very soon.
James Tuscini takes off down the hallway. The cameraman keeps focuses on him until Tuscini turns the corner and disappears down the side hallway.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round in the Blast From The Past tournament!!!
The crowd cheers loudly in anticipation for the arrival of the first team.
Simone: Who will it be???
The sound of a woman's mad cackle over the sound system of the arena, coupled with the theme "Bad Kharma" beginning to play, and the crowd falls into a hush.
Adams: Oh hell no! I'm outta here!
Simone: Sit DOWN!
A select stage light ignites over the ramp, illuminating the lone figure standing atop the stage, as stoic and pale as an ivory statue. And at his side is the figure of a woman with wild hair, heavily lidded eyes, and she is clad in a black, gothic dress and corset, laced fingerless gloves, heeled boots and a choker. With a wild look on her face, she stomps around on the stage, both screaming as well as laughing at the fans.
Simone: What -- is THAT?
Adams: Is that ... is that the bird who has the boner for Brother Grimm!?
Simone: Hardly the way I would describe her, but yes. That's Belladonna Grey!
Poised and ready, Brother Grimm raises his head and grabs Belladonna by the shoulder and roughly shoves her ahead of him, marking their descent towards the ring. While Grimm pays no mind to the fans who watch with awe in their eyes as this enigmatic figure passes them, Belladonna practically rushes the barricade to confront the fans, either laughing in their faces or screaming randomly.
Arriving at ringside, Brother Grimm pauses and casts a sidelong glance at the fans seated at ringside, staring them down until the fans hurriedly break eye contact. Belladonna slithers inside of the ring, beneath the bottom rope, her eyes boring into the referee and ring announcer with a maddening ferocity.
Adams: That woman gives me worse chills than Grimm does.
Only then does Grimm show the faintest trace of a devlish smirk before he turns back to the ring. Gripping the middle rope with his hand, he hauls himself up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Grimm begins to remove his attire to reveal an ivory-white and muscled upper body adorned with faint scars. He passes his armor and tunic over to Belladonna, then turns back, ready to start the match.
Justin: Standing in at 6'4 and weighs in at 246 pounds!! Hailing from The Other Side of Darkness!! Brother Grimm!!!
The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Ms. Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd, with her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles draped over her shoulder. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides the tag title in under the bottom rope, then enters the ring the same way, grabbing a hold of the title once again. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope where she lifts the title high above her, pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and heads to the center of the ring where she waits as her music dies down.
Justin: And his partner!! Standing in at 5'6 and weighs in at 130 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada!!! Misty!!!
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as "Infra-Red" starts to blast through the arena speakers. Purple and dark blue lights strobe on the stage. As the words come into the song, a figure comes out and onto the stage. The crowds chatters instead of boos or cheers coming from them. In a dark-colored, zip-up hoodie, pulled up over his head, Kris steps down the ramp, slowly making his way towards the ring. The lights start to get brighter as he makes his way down the ramp, dead center of the aisle avoiding the fans reaching out to touch him, his eyes on the floor in front of him. Across the front of the hoodie, the word "Jet" covers the right side of his chest, and "City" appears across the left.
As he gets to the ring he hops up onto the apron before stepping between the ropes and into the center of the ring. He slowly unzips the jacket and tosses it out of the ring nearest to the timekeeper.
Justin: Their first opponent!! Standing in at 6'1 and weighs in at 199 pounds!! Hailng from San Diego, Californi Kris Halc!!!!
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 really good close look at that, sensing that Polly is ready to potentially do something evil.
Justin: "Making her way down the aisle, from Panguitch, Utah, she is the girl that loves to play... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"
As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and skips off of 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: This match is going to be interesting, two former tag champs on the male roster as the bombshells are combined of a hall of famer against an up and coming talent.
DING DING DING
One!!
Two!!
Kris gets his shoulder up in time as Grimm stares over at Belladonna and nods before grabbing the head of Kris and starts to bass away at him with stiff fists to the side of Kris his temple as Grim holds his head with his other hand. Jasmine warns him of the use of the closed fist before using the five count as the monster just stops barely before Jasmine could count to five. He gets up and corners Jasmine, who is too afraid of him to remind him that she is the official of the match and he can't harm her. Grimm stares at her with darkness in his eyes before he gets tagged out by Misty as the man from the dark side just stares at her with darkness in his eyes before getting out of the ring.
Adams: Good grief!! Let this freak stay on his ring apron and away from us!!
Grimm looks over at Adams as he looks him down as Adams quickly hides under the announce desk until Grimm turns around to the ring to watch the match.
Adams: Is he gone??
Simone: You can come back up again, Prince Valiant.
We see that Polly has gotten in the ring as well as Kris has rolled out of the ring with the assistance of Jasmine. The two Bombshells circle each other as they finally lock arms. The veteran immediately locks Polly in a standing side headlock as she uses her size advantage to get the momentum in her way as Polly is complaining to Jasmine that Misty pulled her hair. Jasmine looks up at Misty, who shakes her head no and cranks her arm tighter around the head of Polly. Polly wraps her arms around the waist of Misty and pushes her in the ropes before whipping her into the other side of the ring and sets her up for a hip toss. But Misty blocks it as Polly goes for the move again, but for the second time it is Misty that blocks the move as Polly kicks her in the midsection. She then grabs the hair of Misty and tosses her across the ring by the usage of the hair as Jasmine gets in her face and warns her about the use of the hair pulling. Polly just pretends to be sorry for that and then grins as she walks past Jasmine and grabs the hair again of Misty as she then wraps her arm around the chin area and locks her in a chin lock from behind with her knee driven into the back of Misty. Screaming at everyone at ringside as Grimm just looks on in cold darkness.
Adams: This guy is not normal, I hope he will not advance in the next round of this tournament!!
Simone: Just like Dmitri???
Adams: Don't use that man's name!!!
Misty tries to pull the fingers of Polly from her grip on her chin, but it is to no use as Polly pulls her head backwards even more as that causes the attempt of Misty to stop. Misty then pushes her upper body off the canvas as she is trying to get herself to her knees and slowly to a vertical basis as Polly kicks her in the back before grabbing Misty by the hair and executes a hair pulling Irish Whip into the corner as Polly follows Misty up with a running clothesline, but Misty sidesteps as Polly crashes into the turnbuckles hard. Misty grabs her head for a few moments to pull away some of her hair out of her face before grabbing the head of Polly and spins her around in the corner before locking her in a Bulldog Headlock out of the corner and drops her hard in the middle of the ring with a running Bulldog. She goes for the cover as Jasmine goes for the three count.
One!!
Two!!
Polly manages to kick out at two, causing Misty to get up to her knees and grabs the head of Polly and immediately pulls her up to her feet as she whips her in the ring and when Polly comes off the ropes she runs past her and executes the Arm scissors from behind on Polly, causing to use all of her weight to drop Polly backwards to the canvas as Misty has her down for the three count once more as Jasmine starts to use the three count once more.
One!!
Two!!
Thr...
Polly manages to break free from the hold, getting to her feet as she charges in on Misty. Only to kick her in the midsection, before dropping her hard with a DDT. There she executes a standing Moonsault on Polly before rolling her over on her back as she goes for a third pin attempt.
One!!
Two!!
Thre....
Simone: Wow!! That was a very close near fall!!
Adams: How did Polly manage to get her shoulder up???
Misty looks at Jasmine, who gives her the signal that it is a count of two and that the match has to go on. Causing Misty to turn her focus back on the match as she sets Polly up for a Powerbomb and lifts her up in the air, only to have Polly rake her eyes out of sight of Jasmine and frees herself from the grip as she slides down the back of Misty and executes a Schoolgirl pin attempt as she holds on to the wrestling pants of Misty for more leverage as the Jasmine starts to do the three count.
One!!
Two!!
Thre....
The mighty legs of Misty still manage to kick out at the pin attempt, giving Polly the chance to quickly jump over to her corner and tag in her tag partner just in time before Misty could do anything to stop her. Misty looks at Polly, who gets out of the ring and mocks the legend as she is forced to tag back in Grimm. Kris looks at Polly and asks her what she thought she was doing as he looks back at the monster who turns his head from left to right, without leaving his gaze off the former Tag and Internet champion. He circles around the big man as the two tangle and Kris gets pushed into the ropes quickly. There Grimm starts to bash away at the face of Kris, who has his arms up in the air to protect his face as much as possible before Grimm manages to get his arms through and grabs the head of Kris with both hands and lifts him up in the air. Seemingly going for the double handed chokeslam, as suddenly Kris manages to lift up his legs towards the back of Grimm's head and locks his arm around his head before locking him in the flying Triangle Choke and drops backwards as his legs and arms are locked around the head of Grimm.
Simone: GOOD GOD!!! It's Kris his Sleepy Time submission hold!!
Adams: He never has done this move before!! So that must have caught Grimm off guard!!!
We can see Grimm slowly start to fade as he is still standing on both feet, reaching for the ropes to cause the hold to be broken. But seeing that he is in the middle of the ring, he is clearly too far to reach them. He starts to punch the side of Kris before dropping to a knee and it is followed by another knee. His arms are dropping to the side of his body as Kris believes that he has the match in the back when suddenly out of nowhere Grimm wraps his arms around the legs of Kris and slowly gets to his feet.
Simone: No way!! It almost seemed as if he was out cold!!!
Adams: Clearly not!!!
With a mighty attempt, Grimm lifts Kris up high in the air before dropping him with a sit down Powerbomb while Kris was holding the triangle choke on Grimm. This causes the grip to be released as Kris bounces off the canvas and Grimm drops backwards. Causing Jasmine to use the ten count on both men before Grimm suddenly sits up at the count of seven. His head is wobbly as he grabs Kris and pulls him up to his feet, he whips him into the corner and then measures him for a running splash in the corner. But just as he is about to do so it is Kris that sidestepped at the final moment. Out of sight of Kris it is Misty that tagged the shoulder of Grimm just before Kris goes for a neck breaker from behind and goes for the cover. Only to have Jasmine to tell him that they are no longer the legal men in the ring.
Simone: Bad luck for Kris, he had an opening in the match!!
Polly and Misty are both trading wrestling holds until Misty whips her in the ropes, where she hits her tag team partner who just had gotten out of the ring and didn't saw her charging in on him. Polly walks straight into the arms of Misty, who turns her around and sets her up for a back breaker and then runs off the ropes and comes down hard on Polly with a Lionsault as Jasmine goes for the three count.
One!!
Two!!
Three!!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of this match!! Misty and Brother Grimm!!!!!
The bell rings as Misty stands over Polly, who clutches her ribs from the two moves as Grimm has entered the ring. Both wrestler's hands are raised in victory by Jasmine in victory
Stoner Scott Oliver is seen backstage sitting n a chair next to him are two empty seats. A table sits in front of him with a tea set and three cups.
Scott: Hello everyone please welcome with one one half of the bombshells who will main event tonight's show. Former Bombshell tag Team Champion Song.
Song walks on the set to cheers from the fans looking on from the SCW tron. She bows and Scott Oliver then at the camera before taking a seat.
Scott: And now everyone I have a treat. Please welcome as well some one you all didn't expect to see. Lin Ting Lu... Master Lilly!!
Scott gets up from his chair as the crowd cheer even louder for Master Lilly. Song to gets up. Scott bows first and Master Lilly does the same. She takes a seat next to Song who sits in the middle. Scott pours them all some tea.
Scott: So tonight the fans get a rare treat. Someone in the tag team division facing off in the main event in a singles match vs the SCW Bombshell Champion.
Song: Yes and I'm really excited to be given the chance to showcase what I can do.
The three take a sip of there tea as Master Lilly adds on.
Master Lilly: Tonight's match meaningful in it's own way, Song is a tag team wrestler, but only by heart. It started with Orchid and now with Alana. Song just wants to have a few matches in which she can really shine.
Scott: Well yes but Master Lilly, she could have been booked with just about anyone and done that.
Song: No I couldn't, you see I went to Melody because I knew she would agree to a match. Even if she wants to act like it may be a waste of her time since the title is not on the line.
Scott: Well she wants to prove she is a fighting Champion
Master Lilly: We know she is and will prove that every time she has to defend her title.
Master Lilly and Song take a sip of there tea.
Scott: But tonight that is not the case for Melody instead she goes into this...
Song: We get it, Melody, you are a fighting champion. You want to defend your title in every match you are booked. You repeat this over as if you don't already know that's not how this works in SCW. Hell we the Elders have tried this with both the tag team titles and guess what. We got booked in non titles matches still.
Scott puts his tea down on the table.
Scott: you sound a bit angry there
Song: No not at all, just a bit confused is all
Master Lilly taps Songs arms to get her attention. Song turns as Master Lilly shakes her head no. The two drink some of their tea as Song goes back to looking at Scott.
Song: Truth is this, Melody I like you and respect you.
Song looks right at the camera.
Song: But this whole thing of you crying and moaning about how other cry and moan is dumb. You want to talk about how others want this or that but that is what you are doing. Plus what do they want? They want to fight you for your title.
I would think you would want everyone coming after you and your title as that then makes a better argument to the bosses about how you want to defend your titles every match. But hey that's just me.
Tonight I guess I am one of those you take issue with for wanting a match. For asking for a match. Yes I and I alone asked for this and I was granted what I asked for. I been hear for so long and I don't ask for much but I do have every right to ask for what I feel I have respectively earned.
You may think I didn't earn a match with you but the truth is this no matter what you may think I have earned the right to ask for a one on one match and I have earned the right to ask for the best they have. They had every right to say no, but they didn't so that, and that alone show tell you that this is not some waste or some throwaway match if that is what you may be thinking.
Song goes and drinks the rest of her tea. Scott picks his up as Master Lilly begins to speak.
Master Lilly: Fans of SCW, fans of Song, fans of Melody Grace. Please know that regardless of Song's tone of voice she is happy to be in this match. Song is just so focused on this match that she is on beast mode, and about 4 RC Cola cans but believe me she is excited to this match.
Scott: And there you have it folks, Song focused for her main event match with the SCW Bombshell Champion Melody Grace. Folks this one is going to be good.
Song: Not good, great!!!
Song says as she sticks her tongue out at Scott. She giggles as the camera cuts off.
Remi is walking along the backstage hallways, picking at one of the little black bows on her ring attire bottoms, scowling a bit as it refused to stay in place. She reaches up and pushing her curled brown locks out of her face as she stops in the middle of the hallway, trying to get the small bow to stay upright instead of cockeyed.
Remi: Stupid bow.
She sighs and gives up, choosing to let the small almost invisible bow stay as it was. She adjusts her bra-like top to make sure everything stayed where it was supposed to be. She chose her top to be purple for this match. She glances around before sitting down in the middle of the hallway and stretches her legs out. She does a few stretches before glancing up as a shadow is cast over her body. She half smiles but doesn't move to stand up as she sees Ryan Keys standing in front of her.
Remi: Hey.
Wearing some simple clothes like some dark jeans and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his tattoos, his hair was a bit styled for the show tonight as he rarely dresses in casual clothes while on the show. Ryan stands in front of Remi with a raised brow as he clutches his SCW Roulette title. His blue eyes look over here as a smile tugs on his lips.
Ryan: Hey, hope I'm not interrupting.
He sets the title down and hops on the seat next to her. Things were still this way since the day the spent together, though that didn't mean that Ryan didn't want to spend time with her. Looking at Remi from over his shoulder he nudges her a bit to cheer her up.
Ryan: I've been walking around, bumping into people, but you're the first one that looks happy to see me. Which is good since I was looking for you to begin with.
Ryan admits as he tries really hard to get her attention. She smiles a bit as she sits up a bit straighter, but leaves her legs out stretched in front of her, not caring that she was taking up the hallway.
Remi: Interrupting what exactly? It's not like I'm doing much here.
She shrugs her shoulders as she places her hands on her legs.
Remi: Looking for me? Now why would you be doing that?
She smirks a bit before stretching again, trying to ?limber' up also while trying to make sure she didn't slip out of her top. She glances at him and winks at him a bit before she stands up and goes back to pulling at the bow that was on her left hip bone.
Ryan: A lot of questions from you. You know, I can be happy just looking for you.
He says with a rare smile while looking at Remi. Ryan clears his throat before he curiously looks at the bow on her hip. It wasn't like Remi to have something out of place. With his hand he tugs at the string and chuckles.
Ryan: May I?
Before she can respond he goes down to eye level with her hip and slowly tries to make the bow look better for her. Though a thought crossed his mind while doing this.
Ryan: This is a first. I'm putting something on you. You nervous tonight?
She bites her bottom lip, chewing on it as she could feel his fingertips along her hip as he fixes the bow on her hip.
Remi: Um...maybe a little?
She makes a face before looking down at Ryan. She had to at least try to behave while in front of him and the cameras.
Remi: Okay, more than a little. This isn't like teaming with Edie; this is teaming with somebody that I don't really know. And beyond that, we're going up against two people who are very well liked around here. I'm pretty sure nobody besides you even knows who I am...
She takes a breath.
Remi: And besides that, I'm pretty sure that almost everybody out there and back here wants to see Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe win because aren't they like the company's sweethearts or something? Who can compete with that? And then, if Jordan and I win, we'll probably be booed out of the building or be the cause of riots because we ruined their chances.
She tries to stand still as she rambles.
Remi: Maybe I should just go back to Vegas and forget about this. It's just a pipe dream anyways. It's not like I can be successful without Eden anyways...
Ryan finishes the bow, making it as nice and tight as he could with his nimble fingers before he stands tall. He gives her that well known look he does when she tells him something he doesn't like to hear. But at this point Ryan just brushes her hair out of her face and does his best to cheer her up with a casual smile.
Ryan: Remi, You out of everyone knows that you can do this. Teaming up with someone you haven't wrestled with before is part of the fun of this tournament. So what if Sam and Ben are liked. This isn't a popularity contest, even if it was I bet those two wouldn't enter.
He says light heartedly while making sure she's listening to him by rubbing his hand over her arm like he does to comfort her. Ryan has faith in her since she reminds him of himself when he started around in SCW.
Ryan: Listen, when I started here rarely anybody wanted me to win. I got booed no matter if I did win or not. I took more beating out there but I kept on trying to give people a show. And I still do that. So focus on you and what you can do tonight. Trust in Jordan to handle Ben and you go out there and do what you want people to see from you. I know I like when you can do already, even with brown hair you're still the same rainbow girl I saw flying around in the ring.
With a side hug he smiles and kisses her forehead. He will not go until he sees her smile for him. A real smile.
Ryan: I'll be back here cheering you on, possibly screaming at the monitor for you until the bosses tell me to quiet down. No giving up, you hear me?
She purses her lips together a bit as she looks at him, a disbelieving sort of look on her own face before she crosses her arms over her chest, pushing them up a bit.
Remi: And let's not get started on what could happen if I have a wardrobe malfunction!
She pulls at the back of her bottoms a bit as they became a bit tight in certain places. She lets out a breath of air between her lips.
Remi: Eden picked out our ring attire and ironically her butt is smaller than mine and her bottoms don't ride up like mine do...so, there is a possibility that anything could pop out and be seen at any time. So, basically I don't have to worry about winning or losing but rather, keeping everything in place where it should be.
She places her hands back on her hips and then settles with putting her hands down by her side.
Remi: But onto other things, other than me...what are you doing tonight?
She grins a bit, looking up at him.
Ryan: Trust me, I know the feeling of surviving in what you wear. Christian is trying to make me wear a G-string as my ring gear. That won't go so well. But I'll make sure to be watching your match so that I won't miss a thing.
He chuckles now that the serious moment is broken through and gently picks up his title from the bench. His eyes go to Remi as he thinks about her question a bit obviously.
Ryan: I'm just here trying to poke at Steve a bit while talking with friends. And obviously cheering you on.
She smiles at him, a genuine smile.
Remi: You don't seem the type to poke fun at another person. But I don't really know Steve, so have at it.
She winks at him as she moves to lean against the wall.
Remi: I'm thinking that after the show, if you're not going somewhere else that we could maybe get a bite to eat and a lot to drink?
She moves her blue eyes to look up at him. Ryan raises a brown and ultimately nods as a response. He can't say no to Remi.
Ryan: I would love to take you out after the show. Maybe if you keep your gear on I'd let you get away with anything.
She blushes a little bit before looking down at her boot clad feet. She stares at her feet for a few seconds before looking back up at Ryan.
Remi: Most restaurants won't serve people who are dressed like this. So, if you really want food after the show...
She winks at him before she tilts her head to the.
Remi: But question...you don't think that this is too revealing, do you?
She does a slow spin, letting him get a good glimpse of her body in the ring attire.
Ryan purses his lips and keeps them shut. He's afraid that if he says yes that she'll change out of it. But he can't lie to her. Adjusting the title on his shoulder he's glad someone called for Remi to get ready.
Ryan: It is, but it's too late to change now. Go out there and we'll settle our dinner date later.
He smiles at her as they walk off screen so the show can continue.
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 and "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, three 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. Dax Beckett flips his hood back and shouts out at the audience as he throws his hands up and down, getting them riled up. Giani jumps around the stage, rubbing his presence in the faces of the fans before returning to the center.
Simone: I figured two weeks in a row without having to hear these loudmouth's was too good to be true. I just can't stand the Bad Boys.
Adams: You mean to say, "Bad Boys?", because they are trademarked... officially.
Giani nods to Mickey and then to Dax 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 as Dax slides to his right, doing a Playgirl style pose laid out across the apron. 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 Dax springs back up to his feet. They enter the ring and they 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. Dax stands on the apron behind them, giving them a pep talk. 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 over something before Giani grabs a microphone from Justin Decent, talking trash at him as he brings it to the center of the ring, welcoming the hatred as trash gets thrown at him. Rather than get mad about it, Dax collects it, throwing it up in the air as if it were confetti at a celebration, as Mickey wastes no time in shouting out.
Mickey: CUT THE BLOODY FUCKIN' MUSIC!!!
The music cuts out as Dax furls his eyebrows as he looks at Mickey abruptly. He pats his shoulder and leans over the microphone temporarily to speak.
Dax: Bruh... chill out. Those chi cleansing exercises were all for nothing...
Mickey: I'm done waiting for these plonkers to respect us. I mean, we're in the armpit of the USA. Detroit? I'm surprised they didn't stick us in St. Louis at this rate.
The crowd boos mercilessly as Mickey flips them off, slow and methodically as he turns around in a slow circle. Dax nods his head as he motions for the microphone. Mickey reluctantly gives it over to Dax, who begins pacing back and forth, his chest heaving as he gets really into it.
Dax: Then you probably should have got to your flight last week, then we wouldn't have to be talking trash, covered in trash, thrown by trash, Mickey me boyo... Live and learn, right?
The crowd boos once more as Giani holds his arms out, shouting at the top of his lungs, not even needing a microphone to be heard.
Giani: YA ALL NOTHIN' BUT GUTTER TRASH! NOT FIT TO EVEN LOOK AT THE BAD BOYS!!! FUHGEDDABOUDIT!!!
Dax: You're right, Gi. You're so right. These asswipes don't deserve to look at us, let alone hear us speak, but here we are... Standing in the MOTOR CITY!!!
Crowd: *POP!*
Dax: I mean, I got Motown in my soul! VERY SUPERSTITIOUS! WRITIN'S ON THE WALL!
Crowd: *Louder POP!!*
Dax: Detroit Rock City! Hardcore Pawn! Eminem!
Crowd: *Even Louder POP!!!!!*
Dax: Fuck your city, bitch! This is the crime capital of the United States for fuck's sake! We get it, you're proud to be America's dumpster. No seriously. In a way, Detroit is the to United States, as the Bad Boys are to SCW. First off, we're gangster as fuck.
Mickey: We don't give a toss what anyone thinks of us. Love us or hate us, we're still going to be doing as we bloody fucking please.
Giani: Our swag is undeniable. We're fit as fuck, and fresh to death. We do us, and we defy the standards set by those around us. We're crass, and we're nasty, and no matter what anyone has to say about it, we ain't goin' nowhere, dawg... True facts.
Dax: Not to mention, we do what we want, when we want, and how we want. Bitch, we make money, and the bosses wouldn't dare fire us. Let's face it. I'm SCW's newest cash cow. In three moves, I took Joshua Acquin out fo the Blast From the Past tournament, getting me and Amy to the next round. Three moves, bruh. No lie. If you don't believe me, why don't you go trade your crack rock for a VCR from American Jewelry and Loan off 8 Mile and hit the rewind button to last week. And the bad thing is that Acquin wasn't even on my radar. Just imagine what I could do to someone who actually pisses me off. No, imagine what WE could do to anyone who dares to step to us. You all can go on Twitter and talk about how we're just some overhyped trash that's gonna walk outta here next month. You might file complaints against us to management. You might even lobby against us to give us the boot, but we're not going anywhere, any time soon. Each and every week that these thirsty fucking haters throw shade at us, we're gonna bulldoze through that shit, and shove it right back in all of your faces. This is phase one. Don't test us. That goes for anyone. Superstar, Bombshell, staff, SCW fans... because you're not gonna like the results. "JS, JS". Take that shit talk to St. Andrews', motherfuckers...
Dax grabs at his crotch with one hand as he holds the microphone straight out in front of him. He drops the mic dramatically as "Bangarang" begins to play again. Giani and Dax look to one another as they Juju on that beat. The crowd throws anything they can muster up within reason, but it doesn't phase the two dancing Bad Boys, while Mickey just glares at the display, shaking his head as he kicks the microphone out of the ring, shaking his head in dismay as the camera fades out elsewhere.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is fort he Blast From The Past tournament opening round!! And the SCW Roulette Bombshell championship is on the line!!!
The opening riff to "Power Trip" by Chimaira starts ripping over the PA system and as soon as Mark Hunter's opening scream is heard Jessie emerges from the back with Shane and Jake, the trio headbang at the top of the ramp before they make their way down to the ring.
Justin: Introducing, from Miami Florida and representing The Angel Clan "The Heavy Metal Angel" Jessie Salco!
Jessie hops onto the apron and enters the ring where she goes over to the nearest turbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, sitting on it and waiting for her tag team partner.
A Heavy metal remake of "Tubular Bells" starts blasting over the PA system as Nicolas Blair walks out. He soaks in the reaction from the crowd for a moment as if he's experiencing a triumph just by being there. He walks slowly to the ring and perches himself on a turnbuckle, awaiting what will happen next.Justin: And her tag team partner!!! Standing in at 6'3 and weighing in at 239 pounds!! Claiming to reside in Hell!! Nicolas L. Blair!!!
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 their opponents!! First standing in at 5'6 and weighing in at 115 pounds!! Hailing from SoHo, Manhattan, New York City!!! Chelsea Payne!!!
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 blair on out of the PA system, various screens throughout the theatre come to life showing that of XANDER BISHOP in the gorilla position. All the camera's can be seen focusing in on his back and more so that of his name ("BISHOP") which can be seen being stitched onto his custom jersey for the evening.
A single gold 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, 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" 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 harem pants/Drop-crotch trousers the graffiti portion can be seen going down the right legging.
The word "BISHOP" in a graffiti style front can be seen going down the left legging and can be seen echoing the color scheme of the jersey he can be seen wearing for the evening, along with that Bishop 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 matching the motif of his attire.
He can be seen slowly getting closer to the ring as he's swarmed with various cheers chants, slowly he walks around to the black steel steps as he, methodically, walks on up them as the cheers and chants 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 arms (viva Randy Orton) 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 displeasure for him as he stares down his opponents.
DING DING DING!
One!!
Two!!
Jesse manages to kick out as Chelsea grabs the left arm of Jesse and hooks it in a reversed armbar as she pulls hard on the back of the arm as Jesse is slowly trying to get back to her feet. Pushing Chelsea in the ropes as this forces Holly to break up the hold that Chelsea had on Jesse. Jesse immediately grabs Chelsea and does a Belly to Belly suplex out of the corner and climbs the turnbuckles for a moonsault, only to hit the canvas as Chelsea was smart enough to roll out of the way. she then gets to her feet and runs to the ropes as she executes a springboard legdrop from the ropes and hits the back Jesse's neck before rolling her around on her back and goes for the cover.
One!!
Two!!
Again the champ manages to kick out, Chelsea grabs her by the head as she sets her up for a suplex. But Jesse manages to block it and drives Chelsea spine first into the turnbuckles before she lets go off Jesse. Who then executes a dropkick to her opponent that sends Chelsea to her backside in the corner. Jesse charges to the other side of the ring before charges back in on Chelsea as she sets her up for a cross body block into the turnbuckles and hits the move as she lands with both legs and arms between the bottom and middle rope before rolling out of the ring on the ring apron and measures Chelsea as she jumps on the top rope and hits her Moonsault once more, only this time it is Chelsea that manages to get her knees up in time. Causing to have Jesse hit the knees with her stomach and rolls around the ring in pain. Chelsea goes for the cover as Holly goes for the three count.
One!!
Two!!
Thre....
Simone: Oh wow!! A kick out!!!
Adams: Chelsea was so close!!!!
Chelsea is arguing with the referee, while the referee tells her that it was merely a count of two. Frustrating Chelsea she grabs Jesse by the hair and goes for a standing Hurricanrana and plants Jesse down for the count of three as she hooks the legs of the champion as Holly goes for another three count.
One!!
Two!!
The.....
For some reason it is once again Jesse that kicks out, Chelsea frustrated sets her up for a suplex. But Jesse pushes her into her corner where she is tagged out by her tag team partner. Forcing Chelsea to leave the ring as well. Blair enters the ring as well as Bishop as the two Bombshells get to the outside where Chelsea's frustrations boils over as she assaults the champion and whips her into the steel steps with her shoulder. Screaming at her as the camera turns towards inside the ring where the cocky Xander Bishop is jaw yapping against the veteran Blair. Who just sadistically grins before blasting Bishop in the knee, causing Bishop to drop down to one knee. There the vicious mad man delivers a round house kick to the chest of Bishop, causing him to fall down to the canvas hard. Blair then grabs him by the leg and first pulls on it before dropping an elbow to the painful leg and then locks it in a single leg grapevine while Bishop is on his back in the middle of the ring. There Blair is pulling on the ankle as Bishop is trying to break free from the hold as he grabs the hair from Blair. Only having Holly telling him to let go off it.
Adams: We know the history of hurting people by this mad man, he loves to hurt people!!!
Meanwhile on the outside we see Chelsea setting up Jesse for a suplex on the outside, but Jesse manages to block the move and then pushes Chelsea into the ring apron. There Jesse gets a moment to catch a breather before getting back to her feet and executes an Irish Whip on Chelsea against the ring post before she charges in on her with a running Hurricanrana as she wants to drive Chelsea onto the concrete floor. But Chelsea manages to use the momentum of Jesse against her as she grabs her by the waist and drives Jesse down with a sit down powerbomb. Causing Jesse to bounce off the concrete floor while the crowd gets to their feet in excitement.
Crowd: Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!
Meanwhile in the ring we see Bishop grabbing the face of Blair from behind and he has managed to pull him on his back before driving his free and good leg across the face by blasting him over and over again. Causing Blair to let go off the hold and Bishop slowly getting back to his feet. Hobbling to his corner, looking a way to tag himself out of the match but there is no Chelsea. He turns around and spots Chelsea getting to her feet on the outside as he screams at her before getting back to Blair. Hobbling towards him, who slowly is sitting up as Xander grabs him by the hair and starts to punch away at his face for a few times before whipping Blair into the ropes and drops him hard with a clothesline. He turns around and sees Chelsea get to her corner, but not fast enough for his liking as he starts to scream at her again. Causing Chelsea to get mad as she screams back at him to shut up. Irritating Bishop as he gets to the ropes, forgetting about Blair who has gotten to his feet again slowly. Walks over towards Bishop and grabs him from behind as he sets him up for a Back Suplex. But just as he is about to hit the move it is Bishop that blocks it by putting his foot underneath the bottom rope before low blowing Blair from behind out of sight of Holly. He then turns around and executes a Snap Suplex on Blair before getting to his feet and stumbles over to a corner and rubs his knee before going for a guillotine leg drop from the ropes and hits Blair with it. He goes for the cover.
Simone: Will this be it??
One!!
Two!!
Adams: Thre... NO!!!
Blair manages to get his shoulder up in time, angering Bishop as he gets to his feet and looks over as he sees that Chelsea has gotten to her corner. He grabs Blair from behind and sets him up for an Abdominal Stretch submission hold as he wraps his painful leg around one of the legs of Blair as he pulls back on the arm as he puts his other hand on the side of Blair and pulls hard on the arm. Trying to get a submission win over his opponent. On the outside we see Jesse getting to her feet again and struggles towards Chelsea, not knowing that her opponent has gotten back up again. Back in the ring we see that Blair manages to free himself by pounding away on the painful leg with one of his hands and almost manages to hiptoss Bishop off of him. But Bishop lets go off the hold in time and grabs Blair by the head and drops him hard for a DDT. He starts to hobble over towards Chelsea, who gets pulled of the apron just when she is about to tag herself in. Causing Bishop to stare at her again as she and Jesse are trading blows up the ramp as he gets angry while we see Blair slowly get to his knees again. Bishop has had enough and turns around as he starts to pound away at Blair before Holly warns him about the fists before using the five count. At the count of four it is Bishop that stops as he turns his head towards Holly. Giving Blair the opening he needs hit the back of Bishop's painful knee with a blow with his fist. He then grabs the painful leg as he locks him up in a modified kneelock submission hold as Bishop is screaming in pain while trying to reach the ropes. On the outside we see Chelsea duck a clothesline from Jesse as she hits a Snap Suplex on the ramp way and then looks in the ring as she sees her partner suddenly tap out to the painful hold that Blair has on him. Causing Holly to call for the bell as the match is over. Only angering Chelsea even more as she walks off mad as hell while Jesse has been laid outside the ringside area.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of this match Jesse Salco and Nicolas L. Blair!! With this Win Jesse Salco is still your SCW Bombshell champion!!!
Back in the ring we see Blair slide out of the ring, grabbing a chair and slides back in the ring.
Simone: I don't think I am going to enjoy this!!!
He grabs the chair and wraps it around the ankle of Bishop before he climbs the turnbuckles and executes a Frog Splash on top of the ankle and the chair. Causing it to crush the ankle of Bishop who rolls around the ring in pain. Blair slowly gets to his feet, holding his abdomen as it hurts because of the impact of hitting the chair as well. Holly forces him to get out of the ring as he laughs sadistically while walking up the rampway while staring at the carnage that he has left inside the ring.
Simone: That man truly is the devil!
Adams: Makes you wonder what he's really doing here in SCW
We cut backstage where a camera is following Kris through the hallways on his way back to his locker room. As he walks he unscrews the lid to his bottle of water and balances it the back of the hand that holds the bottle. He brings his free hand up as he passes a member of the crew and flicks it as hard as he can, hitting the young man in the neck. He turns around frustrated, but when his eyes find Kris he is not surprised in the least.
Kris: What?
The man shakes his head at him and goes back to what he is doing, knowing that trading words with the former champion is just a waste of time. Disappointed, Kris moves past him, and pushes the next door in the hallway open, turning into the room but stopping just inside the doorway. The camera swings around behind him to see someone sitting on the black couch in the room.
Porter Sweete: You're an annoyingly difficult person to track down, even with a backstage pass.
The camera is behind Kris, so we do not catch his facial expression, but his voice comes out in a tone that suggests he is more annoyed than surprised.
Kris: I did have a match to take part in. Kind of what happens when you work here instead of lingering creepily in a stranger's locker room.
Porter smiles, shaking his head.
Porter Sweete: C'mon Kris. We're not strangers. I've been around a couple shows now. You follow me on Twitter. You know who I am.
Kris laughs, less annoyed now that it seems like the newcomer was willing to play with him.
Kris: That's the problem with twins though, isn't it? Same face belongs to two different people. Regardless of knowing that both of you exist, I have no idea who YOU are. Thus, you're a stranger. What do you want?
Kris steps further into the room which allows for the camera to follow past him. Porter does not seem threatened, crossing his right ankle over his left knee.
Porter Sweete: Don't insult me. I'm clearly better looking than my brother.
Kris looks at him blankly, not accepting the answer. After a moment of silence, Porter gives in a little.
Porter Sweete: Porter. Not Killian. He has... things to finish... before he can be around. Plus, I just came to talk?
This actually gets a laugh out of Kris, who crosses his arms in front of his chest.
Kris: Talk? To me? What, pray tell, do we have to talk about?
A smirk crawls across Porter's face.
Porter Sweete: The SCW Tag Team Championships.
Kris: Not a lot to talk about, considering that I don't have them anymore.
Porter brushes Kris' comment away because he was not being clear enough.
Porter Sweete: Your brother left. Jet City is done for. That left a vacancy. You're looking at one half of your replacements. So, what I need for you to tell me, is everything you know about all of the teams in SCW. And, before you waste my time, I don't mean all of the Blast From The Past teams, or even any of the females, I mean the real teams. The ones that matter to a person like me.
Kris' brow furrows, and he looks at his unwelcome guest with curiosity.
Kris: And why would I do that?
Porter holds his hands out to his sides, shrugging in an overly exaggerated fashion.
Porter Sweete: Because the fact is, you actually care about those titles. That means you want to see someone worthwhile competing for them, even if it is not you. Without your help, it's only a matter of time before The Unholy Alliance, The Bad Boys, or god forbid The Elders get an opportunity to get their hands on them. Wouldn't you rather see them fall into more interesting hands?
Kris takes a few seconds to think it over without taking his eyes off of Porter. Without saying a word, Kris breaks eye contact for just a moment to look at the camera, something that Porter picks up on.
Porter Sweete: I'd be happy to.
He drops his heel to the ground and pushes himself up off of the couch. The cameraman seems confused as to what is happening, especially when Porter takes a steps towards him. Fans can notice the camera start to slowly inch away, and Porter advances on it at the same rate, backing him slowly out the door. As soon as the lens is outside the doorway, Porter reaches for the door and starts to swing it closed.
Porter Sweete: Sorry.
His tone of voice and the smirk on his face are anything but genuine. He closes the door and the camera cuts away.
Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo starts to play and before all the usual effects that her entrance has, Mikah walks out on stage with her Bombshell Internet Championship slung over her right shoulder and a microphone in her left hand. A smirk is on her face as she stands there, dressed in a pair of grey colored skinny jeans with some distressed marks on them and some zippers along where the pockets would be and a white tank top that had long openings on the side, showing off her black bra. On her feet are black strappy stiletto heels. She smirks a bit, adjusting the title so the loose fitting tank didn't move too much, not wanting a wardrobe malfunction.
Mikah: What? Surprised to see me?
She raises an eyebrow at the fans with a glint in her eyes and a smirk on her face.
Mikah: I know that I said that you might not see me out here tonight and you almost didn't but out of the kindness of my heart, I decided to show up tonight.
She smirks as she paces a bit along the stage.
Mikah: You see, some little simpleton last week seemed to think that just because I didn't throw a party that I am not a woman of my word. And she thinks that she was going to even have the chance to slam a picket sign over my head when in reality, there wasn't going to be a chance that she was involved in said party. Do you want to know why?
The fans give her a reaction, one she didn't care for either way.
Mikah: Because she's pathetic! I don't know what land she lives in but if she thinks I was going to hold a party in the ring, she's living on some other planet. Clearly, she doesn't know who exactly I am. Have I ever held a party in the ring? I'm sure most of you know me and know my antics and not once have I ever held a party in the ring. That would be stupid of me and asking for trouble and I'm not stupid. I wasn't about to let Pathetic Polly get the one up over me last week so I stayed in the shadows. But I'm not in the shadows now, am I Pathetic Polly?
She waves at the crowd before smirking, knowing Polly wasn't going to be out here.
Mikah: See, while I focus on the Bombshell Internett Championship, you've thrown yourself into that silly Blast From the Past tournament. And you just so happened to get a great partner, so you may end up winning the tournament but if I was going to choose somebody to win the whole thing, my money is on Ben Jordan and Samantha Marlowe, not you. And that's a shame, because I really like Kris.
She pats a hand over her heart.
Mikah: Now Pathetic Polly, you go back to focusing on that tournament and I'll focus on the Bombshell Internet Championship, something you will never get back! It's mine now and I'm not giving it up. So move on.
Mikah stops in the middle of the ring, a glint in her eyes.
Mikah: As for the rest of you idiots sitting in those chairs, I think I've been in front of you long enough, don't you? Because half-wits like you don't deserve to be in the presence of somebody like me. So have fun with the show because I'm going backstage to do absolutely nothing and enjoy it.
She drops the microphone.
Mikah: Ciao.
She waves before turning and walking backstage as her music hits.
Cameras go backstage to see a footage from earlier on Lord Raab wheeling in a bear cage with a real life dark brown bear he stole from the zoo, getting it famous as he gets out the teddy bear of Angel.
Lord Raab: "Show me what you think of this mockery of your animal breed Angel."
He tosses the Angel cuddly to the real bear as Angel tears the bear apart as while the bear goes wild with the teddy bear as he speaks to the crowd.
Lord Raab: "Don't worry everyone, it's Angel teddy bear I got from the merchandise stands."
The bear stops tearing it up as there's a lot of fallen pieces of the teddy bear itself, as everyone thought Raab has gone insane with bringing a bear to a wrestling event as he pretends to weep.
Lord Raab: "Aww, what a shame to see broken pieces of Angel. We should bur..........oh fuck that. This is me exposing what a joke it is for a man his age to bring a teddy bear to an event. Why not have a real bear to feed like this?"
Raab got a large piece of steak and gives it to the bear to eat as it's roaring throughout the arena as he speaks again.
Lord Raab: "Nobody else had the balls to bring a real life bear to an wrestling event so I thought to kidnap a bear and exposing the weaknesses of Despayre since people find it so hard to scare him, but with this, he'll lose his focus and lose the Internet title to me as when I win, it'll be the last ever time you'll see me in singles matches. I've done everything there is to acheive and that's why after I've lost the Internet belt, I'm willing to wrestle in tag matches only from here on."
Henry comes into the frame along with Samuel who's seen stroking Angel as he speaks.
Henry Losak: "Because when Raab wins the Internet title, we know everyone wants to see Samuel McPherson wrestle in more solo matches and I was expecting that to happen after Raab's achieved his goals in SCW, but too many people want to see Samuel in singles action and when Raab wins the Internet title tonight, that wish will be granted as of course, the only time you'll see Raab in singles matches is when he defends the Internet title, isn't that right Samuel?" Samuel McPherson: "Yaarrp" Lord Raab: "Anyway moving on, this cage with this bear will be brought to ringside with us tonight and for it to watch Despayre get his ass destroyed by this real monster who he claims I'm not cos of my size. Pathetic because it's not about size of a monster, it's about the fight and brutality a monster brings to that ring. I respect you as a wrestler, but you need to pay more attention to these things as it could cost you." Henry does show uncertain facual expressions on his face which he has been since Raab thought of the idea as Samuel gives the bear a drink and some more vegetables to eat as he speaks again. Lord Raab: "Don't worry, this bear will be taken back to the zoo tonight and live happily with the other bears, but this will throw Despayre off his game plan like he did the last time we fought with me underesimating him, but I learned from my mistakes and I will be walking out of that arena with the Internet belt." Real life Angel bear: "Grrrr." Lord Raab: "See, this bear isn't like the friendly one Despayre makes it out to be, it's been difficult to tame the creature and no, he will not go out of it's cage, but Angel will be there to watch the teddy bear freak lose to me. Prepare to be Raabinated by the new Internet champion." Samuel wheels the bear cage back into their locker room which had to be a much bigger one with the bear in place as the cameras go back at ringside for the next match to take place on Climax Control tonight. Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Sin City Wrestling Internet Championship! Simone: This is a huge night for Lord Raab. He's been punching and clawing his way to this championship opportunity for a long time.
Adams: But, can he be the one to finally end the reign of Despayre? He's got the size advantage, but Despy is so unorthodox he has found a way every single time even when the odds are not in his favor.
Justin: Introducing first... the challenger!
Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system.
Justin: Standing 6'4, and weighing in tonight at 250 pounds. He hails from Cologne, Germany... this is LORD RAAB!
Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask. He ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.
The pulsating beat of Orgy's "Opticon" begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp and their wait is soon rewarded. Accompanied by Synn, Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Angel and Synn! From Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing 168 pounds...
Despayre holds his teddy bear pal up for the fans, and is rewarded with cheers and chants of "Angel!" "Angel!", and the "trio" begin their descent towards the ring.
Justin: ... the current, reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion... Despayre!
Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for Despayre to carefully climb through, then the father figure steps inside himself. Despayre holds Angel up high over his head until Synn escorts him over to his respective corner for the start of the match.
Simone: It's time! It's a David versus Goliath scenario, and David's got it done every time before. Can he do it again?
Adams: Lord Raab's intensity, and power might just be able to overcome Despayre's quickness, agility, and championship experience.
DING DING DING
ONE!
TWO!
Despy slips a foot on the bottom rope, breaking the pin attempt. Jacobs calls for Raab to get off, and Despy slips under the bottom rope to the floor to gather himself.
Simone: CLOSE call for Despayre there, as Lord Raab absolutely drilled him with that clothesline.
Adams: Raab almost took Despy's head off with that clothesline. Smart thinking by the champ to get out of dodge and collect his thoughts before jumping back in against the bigger man that is Lord Raab.
Jacob Summers is up to a count of three when Lord Raab decides it's time to go after the champion. He steps between the middle and top ropes. Ever the thinking champion, Despayre is ready for Lord Raab to come after him, and he darts towards the challenger. He leaps in the air, and cracks Raab right on the temple with a stunning shining wizard knee strike. Raab gets tangled in the ropes, as he falls back into the ring. Despy slips in under the bottom rope quickly, and goes for a cover.
ONE!
Raab immediately launches Despy through the air with authority. Despy tries to tuck, and roll to soften the impact which helps. Raab grabs the middle, and then top rope pulling himself to his feet. Despy rushes in, and leaps at Raab hoping to catch him off balance. The momentum carries both men over the top rope, and crashing to the floor. Despy is first to his feet, as he landed on Raab when they hit the floor.
Simone: Despayre is using the hit and run approach against his bigger challenger, and it's effective so far! Raab is down, and the wheels are turning inside that kooky brain of Despy!
Adams: I have no idea what he's got in mind... but I don't think he does either!
Despy backs up several feet to where the fans slap him on the back in encouragement. As Raab gets back to a knee, Despy runs towards him again.
Simone: What now!?
Adams: Who knows!?
Despy goes for a slingblade, but Raab digs his heels in and stops all of Despy's momentum cold. He spins around, and tosses Despy through the air towards the crowd. BUT, the crowd is ready and CATCH HIM! They crowd surf Despy to the barricade, and Lord Raab is none the wiser as he is still trying to recover from the fall to the floor.
Simone: The fans will always catch Despy when he falls...
Adams:... or is thrown into their waiting arms! The SCW faithful LOVE this kid. He is SCW's loveable teddy bear... even more than Angel!
Raab turns around as the fans have erupted from the crowd surfing. Despy leaps onto Raab, sending him back first into the ring apron. Despy grabs the middle rope, and starts raining down shots on his challenger.
Simone: Buckingham Bounce on the outside of the ring! Despy is firing away on Lord Raab. His challenger is on the ropes literally right now with nowhere to go!
Despy starts running on Lord Raab! He stomps away on Raab as his challenger tries to cover up. Despy uses the bottom rope for some additional momentum, and finishes off with by driving both of his boots into the face of Raab. He quickly slings himself over the top rope into the center of the ring.
Simone: Despy is fired up! He's going out with a bang here tonight!
Adams: Despy is having fun out here, just like he has done his entire Sin City Wrestling career.
Raab pounds the mat in frustration. He grabs the middle rope, and pulls himself up on the ring apron. You can see the anger, and frustration building on Lord Raab's face even through the mask.
Simone: Oh, he's mad now!
Adams: He should be! Despy's quicker, and slicker than the chicken in Rocky!
Raab steps between ropes... Despy's ingenuity and creativity is in full effect, as he grabs the big man's mask, and gives it a quick tug spinning it sideways, blinding Lord Raab momentarily. As Lord Raab adjusts his mask, Despy springs off the top rope.
Simone: STUNNER!
Adams: Raab is down, and out! Despayre with the cover!
Despy hooks both legs of the bigger man Lord Raab, and digs his toes into the mat. Jacob Summer drops down to count the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Raab kicks out a split second too late, as Jacob Summers calls for the bell! Despayre lays out in the center of the ring. You see tears start to form in the corners of his eyes. He finally slowly sits up, as Jacob kneels down to hand him his Internet Championship. Despy pulls in Jacobs, and gives him a huge hug.
Justin: Your winner... AND STILL SCW INTERNET CHAMPION... DESPAYRE!!!
The energy slowly subsided as the beat of "Opticon" faded from the sound system, and as it did, the cheers increased as Despayre looked around the arena, his face bright and eyes even brighter as Synn stood at his side. The crowd started to stand and applaud as they chanted...
Crowd: THANK YOU DESPY! **claps** THANK YOU DESPY!
Despayre smiled and hid his eyes bashfully as Synn rubbed his shoulder in support. The chant continued as did the cheers and Despayre wiped his palms against his teary eyes and he waved to the crowd as once again, "Opticon" kicked up over the speakers. Synn walked over to the ropes and held them open for Despayre as the champion stepped out and dropped gingerly to the floor with Synn following suit. Cradling the Internet belt in one arm, and Angel in the other, Despayre could only smile and sniff back tears as Synn escorted him to the back as the fans cheered and applauded, and reached out to him as he made his way backstage.
Adams: I still can't believe it. Despayre, one of the SCW originals, has stepped down from active competition.
Simone: At least temporarily. He did say he'd be back one day.
Adams: I can only hope so!
Simone: And I as well, and a whole lot of SCW fans hope this time away is a brief one.
Sam Marlowe: Okay Ben, this is serious. I really think that I should start the match.
Ben Jordan: Ain't no way that I can let that happen Ginge.
Backstage, Sam Marlowe and Ben Jordan can be seen, each ready to wrestle with Sam in a white and silver ring gear with a blue University of Nevada hoodie hanging open over it.
Sam Marlowe: And what if I said you had no choice about it hmmm?
Ben Jordan: There are always choices. Besides, I know Jordan and he's probably going to want to start so that means yours truly will be in the ring first.
Sam Marlowe: Maybe not Ben. There must be a way to solve this argument. Be a gent and let the ladies go first.
Ben Jordan: Appealing to me manners isn't going to help ya.
Sam crosses her arms over her chest as she gets a serious look on her face which slowly fades into a smile.
Sam Marlowe: Well then tell me how you and Jamie decide who goes first in your tag matches.
Ben thinks about it for a minute then shrugs with a smile.
Ben Jordan: Same way tag teams have decided on it for years...Rock paper scissors.
Sam's eyes light up and she smiles as she slightly bounces on the balls of her feet. Ben gets a suspicious look on his face.
Ben Jordan: Now wait a minute Sam...
Sam Marlowe: Then as your partner, I say we do that to decide.
Ben Jordan: All right but I have to warn ya, I am a rock paper scissors champ from way back.
The pair each bring a fist out between them, pumping them slightly as they count to three and each tosses their choice of rock or paper or scissors. Sam lets out a giggle of glee as her ?paper' beats out Ben's ?rock' .
Sam Marlowe: See, I am starting the match champ!
Ben Jordan: Nah nah...always best two out of three!
Sam offers him a suspicious look and then nods.
Sam Marlowe: Okay okay...best two out of three.
Again the friends throw out their fists and at three reveal their choices, this time Sam throwing ?scissors' which beats Ben's ?paper'. Sam pats Ben sympathetically on the shoulder then heads off down the hall as Ben calls out behind her as he follows her.
Ben Jordan: How about best three out of five?!?!
Ms. Rocky stands just backstage with a microphone in hand as she looks directly into the camera.
Ms. Rocky: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome our current SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Rage!
The camera pans back just a bit as Rage appears. The World Heavyweight Championship is draped over his shoulder and he glares down at Ms. Rocky as the fans in the arena boo loudly. Ms. Rocky looks up at him.
Ms. Rocky: Rage, earlier former champion, J2H, opened up the show and he had many choice words for you. Anything you would like to say in response to what he said?
Rage nods slowly as his eyes narrow at Ms. Rocky, thinking over every word J2H had said in the ring.
Rage:: That's exactly what J is, Rocky. He's the former champion, and walking out there with some worthless reminder of his time as champ around his waist, won't change that one fucking bit.
Ms. Rocky blinks.
Ms. Rocky: I wouldn't really call it worthless. I mean, he held that title for over a year.
Rage:: I know that! You think I'm fucking stupid?! You think I'm blind?!
Ms. Rocky jumps slightly at his outburst, but she says nothing back. She holds the microphone up for Rage to keep speaking.
Rage:: You see, J seems to be all high on himself and making a big fucking deal about the people suddenly cheering him. He seems to be enjoying that fact, like it really means something. Like I give a rat's ass if people boo me and cheer him. Or cheer for me and boo him. I hate to burst his self-inflated bubble, but I don't give a shit and I never will.
He adjusts the title over his shoulder and thinks for a moment, looking up and smiling wickedly. He looks back down a few moments later, to continue speaking.
Rage:: But J is doing just what I expected him to do out there. He's downplaying the biggest shocker that happened at Blaze of Glory a few weeks ago, and focusing on taking as many digs at me as he can. He's trying to distract people from the event that shocked them the most, because he wants to make himself look better as much as he can.
Ms. Rocky looks confused and Rage keeps that wicked smile on his face.
Rage:: Oh don't play stupid, Rocky! Everybody knows just how fucking shocked people were that Drake Green actually beat J at Blaze of Glory! Nobody saw that shit coming anymore than they saw me running down to cash in on Drake less than five minutes later! J actually let Drake Green...a washed up has been who hasn't wrestled in the better part of a year beat him! It wasn't a fluke, no matter how much he paints it out to be. HE lost to Drake. Not me. And now he's just trying to save face, but there's no going back from that.
Rage lets out a laugh as Ms. Rocky remains silent, giving Rage ample time to speak.
Rage:: And J can say whatever the fuck he likes about me and people not caring about me, but he and I seem to have something in common when it comes to that, don't we?
Ms. Rocky: What? What's that?
Rage smiles wickedly again.
Rage:: We're both selfish assholes who shouldn't have the women in our lives that we do. But you see, his woman is a bigger weakness for him and he lets everyone know it.
Ms. Rocky: Wait, are you...threatening Melody Grace?!
Rage shakes his head.
Rage:: Nah, even I wouldn't be that stupid. But, I'm not the one who makes myself look like a pussy-whipped piece of shit by doing every little thing his precious girlfriend wants him to. He wants to paint me out as a joke? That's fine, let him. But I know the truth. I know who people see as the REAL joke. Because ya see, I don't let myself turn into a big softy when I'm around Kittie like he does with Melody. But...that's an argument for another time isn't it.
Ms. Rocky: You do realize you could be biting off a lot more than you can chew, right?
Rage laughs.
Rage:: That's what you think, Rocky. But, do you think I give a shit? Because I don't. Drake and J can run around throwing digs at each other, arguing about who should get the rematch first, but at the end of the day, I'm prepared to face either one of them. I can beat Drake, whether he thinks I can or not, so if and when I face him...the title will be staying with me. And as for J running his mouth saying I would have cashed in either way, even if he had beat Drake because he thinks I couldn't beat him when he wasn't worn down...Well, he's the one who never gave me the chance to prove that I can, isn't he? HE is the one who ducked out of a fight with me because HE knows he can't beat me on his best day. But, hey, I'm fine with being painted out to be the bad guy, because as I said...people's opinions of me doesn't matter one fucking bit. At the end of the day...I'm still the World Heavyweight Champion, no matter how I won it. Me...not them.
Rage then turns and walks away with nothing else to say on the matter and Ms. Rocky just stands back, blinking.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an opening round match of the 2017 Blast For the Past tournament. Introducing first...
The camera pans around the crowd for a bit before focusing on the entrance and the aisle where the fans have flags and banners lined up that say Marauder-gun, Emerald Dragon, and Jordan Williams in Japanese characters, when "Subconscious" hits the PA System.
Justin: The team of Remi and, the returning former Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion... Jordan Williams!
The crowd erupts into cheers. Remi walks out from behind the curtain first, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at the crowd. Remi is sporting super short black leather like shorts with two black bows on each hip, and a purple strappy bra like top. Jordan emerges from behind Remi and the fans reactions grow louder. Jordan throws up the double guns pose as Remi begins walking down the aisle, with Jordan following behind her. Jordan has his arms up in the air, with his trademark smirk etched across his face. Remi walks up the steps as Jordan climbs onto the apron. Jordan holds the ropes open for Remi, but she just glares at him. Jordan shrugs his shoulders, then leaps over the top rope effortlessly. Jordan climbs onto the middle turnbuckle as Remi climbs into the ring and stands next to Jordan with her arms folded, again glaring at the crowd. Jordan throws the double guns pose up again as the fans rock the arena with thunderous cheers.
Justin: And their opponents...
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.
Justin: The team of Sam Marlowe, and Ben Jordan!
The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst into cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in a white shorts with matching knee pads and boots. Sam Marlowe follows quickly behind stepping through the curtain. Sam raises her arms as she is introduced. 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. Heading to the ring, Sam plays to the fans, slapping hands and posing with others. Ben 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. Sam climbs the stairs to the ring apron and lays herself across the middle rope and blows a kiss to the camera and then rolls inside the ring as Ben looks on. Walking towards the corner, she unzips her short jacket and pulls it off. Handing it to ringside staff, she turns and begins stretching out for the match as she watches her opponents. Ben stands outside the ring, looking up at ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and into the ring through the middle and top rope and spins into 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 opponents.
Simone: Jasmine St. John is our referee for this opening round matchup, and she's called for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Sam and Remi start things off for the respective teams. The Bombshells both have something to prove here tonight, and they come out firing. The girls trade stiff forearm shots for several moments before tieing up in a collar and elbow tie up. Remi gets the advantage with a handful of hair that Jasmine doesn't notice. She grips the headlock tight, as Ben shouts at Jasmine about the hair pull.
Simone: Remi with the shortcut to start of the opening moments of this Blast For The Past opening round match.
Adams: Remi knows the importance of this match for her career trajectory. Getting a win in the Blast For The Past can be a rocket launcher for a career here in Sin City Wrestling.
Sam struggles for a few seconds in the grip of Remi's headlock. She slowly works her way out, and back to a neutral position of the collar and elbow tie up. Remi distracts Jasmine by motioning towards the corner of Ben Jordan. As soon as Jasmine averts her attention for a moment, Remi grabs the hair of Sam Marlowe once again pulling her into the headlock. The crowd admonish Remi for taking another shortcut, but Remi just smirks at them.
Simone: Another distraction from Remi to get Sam Marlowe back where she wants her again. Wearing her down, and focusing on the neck.
Adams: The more she grinds on the neck, the more impact the Snap Snap will have later in this match. It's a very smart strategy on her behalf. Her DDT is a thing of a beauty just like she is.
Sam fights again to get out of the headlock. She tries to spin out, but she cannot break the grip of Remi. This time, instead of spinning out... she catches Remi off guard. She drops down to her butt, and rolls Remi into a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOO! Remi rolls her shoulder at the last possible moment, and gets it off the mat. Remi breaks free, and scrambles to the corner. She reaches up, and tags in Jordan. Jasmine signals to Sam to tag out, so that Ben can get into the match. Sam walks over and tags in Ben.
Simone: Here we go! This is going to be good.
Adams: I've wished for this for a long time. They were great partners, but I always hoped for this to happen down the line. Now, the moment is finally here.
Ben and Jordan share a nod, and a smile before locking up. The two men jockey for position. Jordan slowly overpowers the smaller Ben, backing him into the corner. Jasmine starts her count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jordan slowly backs off with a clean break. Both men shake out the arms for a moment, and lock up again. This time, after a few moments of back and forth, Ben drops down. Jordan flips over from a beautiful armdrag by Ben. Both men are quickly back to their feet with a smile.
Simone: Great show of respect from the former partners here.
Adams: These are two of the best to ever come through Sin City Wrestling without a doubt.
Jordan launches through the air, attempting a flying forearm. Ben has it well scouted, and ducks out of the way. Jordan lands on a knee, and spins around quickly. He is greeted by a forearm smash from Ben Jordan, sending him back first into his corner. Remi takes the opportunity to slap Jordan on the shoulder, tagging herself back into the match.
Simone: Remi is fed up with the sportsmanship from the boys, and wants back in!
Adams: Here comes Sam Marlowe.
Remi goes for Sam's hair straight away again, but Sam is ready for her this time. Sam quickly plants her feet on Remi's legs and flips her with a textbook monkey flip! She floats over, and starts dropping elbows! Sam is fed up with Remi's shenanigans. Remi flips overs, giving up her back to Sam. She quickly scissors the legs around the arms of Remi, and flips her over pinning her to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Remi scurries over to her corner quickly, and slaps the leg of Jordan Williams.
Simone: That didn't last long! She wanted out as quickly as she wanted in.
Adams: Here comes Jordan, and Ben.
This time, Jordan greets Ben with one of his signature dropkicks right on the chin! Ben hits the canvas hard. Ben wastes no time spinning up to a knee, and giving his chin a quick check. Jordan comes over to follow up on his momentum, but Ben sweeps the legs out from under him. Jordan crumbles to the mat. Ben quickly grabs the ankles of Jordan Williams, and crosses the legs. He arches back with a firm grip on the foot of the former Blast For The Past and SCW Heavyweight Champion.
Simone: Ben's got the figure four leglock cinched in. Jordan's in big trouble here folks!
Adams: Jordan needs to reverse this, or get to the ropes fast. Ben's figure four is one of the best in the business, and you don't want to be caught sleeping in this or you'll be tapping my friend!
Jordan thrashes back and forth, trying to build momentum to turn the move over. Ben flows with him with the grace of a technical master, shifting his weight ever so slightly to keep painful, legendary submission firmly locked in. Jordan does inch his way closer, and closer to the bottom rope. He uses every inch of his 6'5 frame to to stretch his finger tips to the bottom rope, but they are just out of reach.
Simone: So close... yet so far away!
Adams: Jordan Williams is in serious trouble!
Remi hops down from the ring apron quickly, and races towards the rope that Jordan is reaching for frantically. Sam sees what is about to happen, and rushes down the side of the ring herself. Remi is almost to Jordan, when Sam launches off the apron onto Remi.
Simone: OH MY GOD! SAMISAULT!
As Sam takes out Remi on the floor, Ben arches up even more. The added pressure is too much for Jordan after several minutes locked in the figure four. He slams his hand on the mat over and over. Jasmine calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Justin: Your winners, and advancing to the next round of the 2017 Blast For the Past tournament... Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe!
Both men, absolutely exhausted from being locked in the figure four, slowly sit up. Jordan gives Ben an approving look letting him know he got him that time. Ben gets to his feet first, and offers a hand to Jordan. Jordan gives his knee a rub before reaching up to take his friend's hand. Sam comes over to help Jordan to his feet. Jordan raises Ben and Sam's arms in victory giving them a short clap also before exiting the ring. Ben gives Sam a hug, and raises her arm as they pose for the crowd.
Backstage, Despayre is walking through the hall along with Synn, heading towards the men's dressing room area, when he is greeted by some of the Superstars and Bombshells, applauding the young men for his accomplishments and going out such as he is.
Despayre blinks and his eyes open wide and the first person to dash into his arms, enveloping him in a hug is his bestie, Melody Grace! For several seconds she has her head buried into Despayre's shoulder, seemingly not wanting to let go, but she finally does so. The moment she does, none other than J2H takes a step forward and offers a simple clap on the shoulder. Nothing more.
And Mikah then steps up, shaking her head but a smile finds its way on her face as she wraps her arms around Despayre for a hug. Once she releases him, she plants a peck on his cheek, prompting Despayre to cry out.
Despayre: ACK!
And he wipes at his face to the bemusement of the onlookers. Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean then stepped up and offered their hands, shaking his hand and patting him on the back. Mark Ward even shook Despayre's hand, as did other staff members and a few more of his wrestling peers before Synn finally escorts him the rest of the way down the hall.
"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the Fearless Champion Steve Ramone"
Simone: Again?!
Adams: Steve lost the title to Ryan in last week's Main Event, what is there to prove?
Once the flag appears on the screen the camera cuts to the backstage area where we see Steve leaning against a wall, Kaylee is with him having returned for the filming of her latest porno during the week and Steve has a frown on his face.
Steve: Once again I was robbed because Christian likes playing favorites with his boy toys but it's not like it matters, Ryan will lose the title and continue the trend of the title being passed around more than one of Kaylee's dildos but in the meantime I'm moving up in the world, doesn't matter if it's the Internet Championship, the World Tag Team Titles, yes even if I have to carry a useless partner, or even the World Title because I'm not done with the title scene, in short I'm putting the champions on notice, now Kaylee?
Kaylee grins before stepping in front of Steve and dropping to her knees, that's all we see however as the scene fades.
Simone: Off course Steve is saying that he was robbed.
Adams: Am I the only one getting a sense of deja-vu?
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a non title match... introducing first...
The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright coloured lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this"? sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of let's get ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they are each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, from St. Helena California she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!
The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.
Justin: And her opponent... hailing from Foshan, China... SONG!
Song's theme starts to play we see Song walking down the ramp. She gets half way down and pauses. Song bows and then proceeds to walk to ringside. Song jumps and lands on the apron. Song puts her hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring. The fans Boo with a few cheers and we see Song bowing to the fans.
The ref checks both ladies for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung...
DING DING DING
Simone: Song and Melody are fairly even in this match... although both have slightly different wrestling styles.
Adams: Neither looking at getting the upper hand in this early exchange, although Melody tries for a pin but Song kicks out.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout...
Song and Melody climb back to their feet still in a tie up, as this time Song takes Melody down and goes for a quick pin of her own...
Adams: Exchanging pins here.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout...
Melody kicks out, but both remain locked up, where they continue to fight to get the upper hands, as they roll around on the mat before climbing back to their feet and come to a stop in the centre of the ring and to a stalemate as they break off and backing away. They both stare at each other and smile in appreciation of each other, they take a moment and circle the ring briefly before moving back in and locking up, but this time Melody gets the upper hands and grabs Song around the head with a headlock as Song begins to seek ways of escaping the move and even tries using the ropes to counter but Melody has it covered and drops down to her knees. Melody bring Song back up to her feet, only for Song to hit several forearm shots to the ribs of Melody, which lesson her grip and Song then whips Melody into the ropes and as Melody comes back she tries for a shoulder block on Song, but Song blocks it. Song smirks and Melody charges back at Song but Song is ready for her and hits an arm drag but as Song goes to her Melody grabs her feet and take her down and rolls her onto her stomach, as Melody then drops down and tries for a headlock but Song quickly counters and grabs Melody's arm locks in an arm bar type submission move.
Simone: This match is still pretty open with the advantage of getting the upper hand going back and forth. It looked like Melody was on top, but now Song has countered it and she is now in charge.
Adams: Melody is usually flying around but she is grounded, which I think is suiting Song.
Melody tries to get to her feet quickly but Song drives an elbow into the shoulder of Melody, but Melody continues to get to her feet even though Song twists and bends Melody wrist awkwardly, but Melody ignores the pain as she seeks a way to escape Song's grip and instead grabs Song's hand and does a cartwheel to escape the awkward twist before hitting an arm drag to Song.
Adams: Great Counter by Melody.
Song quickly climbs to her feet and charges at Melody who tries for a spinning kick but Melody ducks and as Song turns back, Melody grabs Song around the head and takes her down into a seated position before charging at the ropes and then hits a sliding dropkick to the face of Song. Song quickly rolls away and out of the ring holding her face, as Melody gets to her knees looking for Song and shakes her head.
Simone: Just as Melody gets the upper hand... Song gets away with it.
Adams: I wouldn't say gets away with it, but more avoiding further damage and/or injury.
Melody climbs back to her feet and shouts at Song to get back in, but she takes a few extra moments to recover as the ref begins their count...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
Melody shakes her head and climbs out of the ring and goes after Song, but Song runs away and they both do a circuit of the ring as Song slides into the ring. Melody follows in close behind, however, Song is straight on Melody and before Melody can get to her feet, Song hits elbow drop to the back of Melody. Song quickly climbs back to feet, where she drops another elbow drop to Melody's back before getting back to her feet and then drives her knee into her back. Song does this one more time before flipping Melody onto her back and goes for a pin...
Adams: And just like that momentum is on Song's side and she focuses on making sure Melody doesn't fight back.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout...
Song then grabs Melody by the hair and pulls her up to her feet, where she whips her into the turnbuckle front first as Song then follows up with several shoulder blocks to the back of Melody and then she grabs Melody around the waist and hits a belly to back Suplex. Song then goes for another cover...
Simone: Song tries for a cover but Melody kicks out, as Song continues to work on Melody back.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout...
Song lets out a small sigh and looks at the ref before making her way to feet, where she leaves Melody on the mat and goes over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb them. Reaching the top, where she looks down at Melody before leaping off for a 180 moonsault, however, Melody rolls out of the way at the last minute and Song hits the mat hard.
Adams: Crash and burn... that has to hurt.
Simone: It will hurt.
Melody claws at the mat and pulls herself towards Song and drapes an arm over Song for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
THR...
Kickout...
Simone: Song barely kicked out there... but nice try from Melody.
Adams: She isn't the bombshell champion for nothing.
Melody shakes her head before crawling over to the ropes, while Song continues to suck in as much as possible, as the ref begins their count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE...
Melody grabs the ropes and sits up as she holds her back and stretches a little, as Song rolls herself onto her stomach and pushes herself up a little to give herself a little stretch and suck in some more air.
Adams: Both ladies struggling a little here.
Simone: What do you expect... Song just threw herself off the turnbuckle onto a mat and Melody is trying to recover from the earlier beating that her back took.
FOUR!
FIVE
Melody uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet, where she staggers over to Song and grabs her by the hair, where she drags her to the corner turnbuckle and proceeds to hit several forearm smashes to the face of Song before setting up and hitting a T-bone Suplex. Melody slowly makes her way back to her feet, where she turns to see Song grabbing the ropes, but before she can get to her feet, Melody rushes in and leaps off the ropes and hits a flying chuck kick.
Simone: Looks like Melody is getting on top of this match.
Adams: Nice flying chuck kick... and is certainly slowing Song down.
Melody doesn't go for a pin but instead grabs Song by the feet and pulls her away from the ropes before hooking up the MGC (Calf Killer). Song screams out in pain as she quickly forgets about the chuck kick as she holds her head and shakes her head, all the while the rest asking if she wants to give up. Song screams no as she looks up and begins to scratch and claw at the mat and slowly inch by inch moves towards the ropes.
Adams: Song is really trying to escape this move.
Simone: If Melody knows what best, she will put a stop to that.
And as on cue, Melody lets go of Song's leg and climbs to her feet, where she stomps on Song a few times before grabbing Song by the hair and pulling herself up, where she pushes Song into the corner, but Song just slumps down, but this doesn't deter Melody and she backs up and then charges and hits a running boot to the face of Song.
Simone: This isn't boding well for Song, as Melody showing why she is dangerous.
Melody drags Song from the corner, where she stomps on her a few time more time before turning and climbing the ropes before hitting the MellyPop (Split legged Corkscrew moonsault) before going for the pin...
Adams: And Melody is looking to finish this off.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of this match... MELODY GRACE...
Simone: Melody hits the MellyPop and picks up the win.
Melody music hits over the p.a as she ref hangs her the Bombshell championship and she raises it above her head.
Simone: This might have been non title, but Melody showed she is a champion to take notice of!
Adams: I think we will be looking at Melody with that championship for a long time to come!
Simone: Anyway, that is all we have time for! Thanks for joining us, for Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone! Good night everybody!
Adams: Night Night!
The camera fades out with Melody Grace holding the SCW Bombshell championship above her head.
Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Derek, Gerrit, Annie, Jenny, The Lord MK, Andy, Kris, Brit, Ryan, Ro, Wong, Erik, Fizz, Marge, Polly. Also thanks to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!